Limitless (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Legend of Marcos Ramos - full transcript

My name is Brian Finch.

I was your average 28-year-old screw-up
until I took a pill called NZT.

Suddenly I had access
to every brain cell.

For 12 hours he basically becomes
the smartest person in the world.

And that's why the FBI hired me.

Brian Finch, Rebecca Harris. We're
with the FBI. God, that sounds cool.

There's just one problem. NZT will
kill you, unless you have this shot.

Now you can have as much NZT
as you want with no side effects.

- Why would you help me?
- I need somebody in your position.

You describe to the FBI, or anyone,
about these shots,

t will let you die more painfully
and slowly than you can fathom.



So, Brian, you ready to become
somebody who matters?

- Dad?
- Dennis?

Dennis? Dennis?

Brian, you saved my life.

As long as he keeps taking his pills,
does everything we tell him to do,

just the way we tell him to do it,
I think he'll make a full recovery.

MORRA: Every so often
you take one of these shots

and you can have as much NZT
as you want with no side effects.

DENNIS: Somehow you get me a new liver.

There is something
that you're not telling me.

You describe it to your parents,
to anyone,

I will let you die more painfully
and slowly than you can fathom.

- What are you doing around my dad?
- Excuse me? Brian, right?

Don't pretend like we've never met.
We both know you work for him.



So why did he send you here?
Are you threatening my father?

I'm a nurse.
I'm a very good nurse, actually.

Why do you think Mr. Morra uses me?
I'm hereto help your father and you.

That shot, it's not gonna last forever,
you're gonna need another one in a month

and if I'm here,
we can take care of that more easily.

Why does Eddie Morra
need a plant in the FBI?

- What does he want me to do?
- I have no idea. I'm a nurse.

Relax, Brian. This is a good thing.

And if Mr. Morra wants
something from you, he'll be in touch.

Of course I didn't trust her, but I knew
I couldn't find my way out of this mess

without the same pill
that got me into it.

Now that they're letting me out
into the field during the day,

the FBI wants me to use my commute
to study stuff they think I should know.

So Mike and Ike, my bodyguards,

started coming by every morning
to give me my pills,

which always makes
for a very interesting subway ride.

MAN: Game theory holds
that sell-interest

is reliably the driving factor
in human behavior.

[CELLO MUSIC]

That's Bach. That's Allemande.
It's a great piece of music.

- Can I try?
- Sure.

I think your C string is a little sharp.

- Brian.
- Shauna.

Wow, what has it been?
It's... It's almost three years.

[ensues]

BRIAN: Shauna. The one that got away.

- How have you been?
- I've been good...

So we talked and talked.

And if you ever do bump
into the one that got away,

I highly recommend doing it
while you're on NZT.

[SPEAKS MAN DARIN]

Oh!

What the what?

By the time she got off at her stop,

I had her new number
and a promise that we'd catch up soon.

Good morning.
Oh, I am having an amazing day today.

- What's going on?
- I'm not sure.

Naz just called an all-hands-on-deck.

Morning. Most of you remember
Special Agent Ray Dixon.

He was in charge
of Forensic Accounting for the Bureau

until he retired last year.

His seminar on the paper trail
was the toughest course at Quantico.

I think he gave out one A in 15 years.

Early this morning,
he was walking through Bronx Park

when he was shot in the head
by a high-powered rifle.

The NYPD think the shot came
from the top of an apartment building

on the south side of the park.

I've told the NYPD that CJC
will augment their investigation.

Dixon was one of our own.

He served the Bureau for 30 years
and he left it better than he found it.

- Anything useful from the scene?
- NAZ: Very little.

He was holding this Post-it in his hand
when he got shot.

After he retired, Dixon took a job
with an executive search firm.

The CEO of IDK Technologies
is stepping down.

Dixon was researching half a dozen
possible candidates to replace him.

Last night a virus was sent
to Dixon's office computer

that wiped out everything.

So, that combined with the way
he was killed...

Dixon found something compromising
about one of the potential candidates.

That person paid to have him taken out.

Boyle and Harris are running point,

but I want you all to help them
in any way they need.

I'm sorry.

Thank you. I haven't seen him in years,
but he was a good guy.

Can I ask a question?

So Dixon's computer was wiped out,
but didn't he keep paper files?

There you go. Ray Dixon's files.
The man was a dedicated shredder.

Boyle and I are gonna check
the financials

of candidates for the CEO job,

while Cyber tries to trace the virus
on Dixon's computer.

If you can make anything of this,
it'd be really helpful.

If! line up groups of letters that are
likely to be paired, I can make headway,

and after that, it's just grunt work.

Thankfully, I have access
to a couple of grunts.

Not gonna He, this is kind of awesome.
A little messy.

- [PHONE CHIMES]
- I almost lost my phone.

SHAUNA". OK, I have to know.
What happened?

What happened to you?

It's all good.
You just seem so different.

Smiley face emoji.

BRIAN: Just !eel good lately.
Can't be down all the time, right?

Thumbs up emoji, thumbs up emoji.

SHAUNA". But seriously,
what happened to you?

Angry kitten face.

BRIAN: Wouldn't you like to know?

Smug devil face emoji.

If you're so curious, let's meet up
for dinner and talk about it.

Hmm. No answer. Too much, too soon?

Boyle and I are headed out
to talk to Dixon's supervisor.

- Seems like you're busy here.
- Mm-hm.

Jeffrey Vox?

Ray Dixon had files on everyone

who was up for the CEO job
at IDK Technologies.

But the biggest file was about Vox.

Now, there's a... email exchange...

- Blue one.
- BRIAN: Got it!

and a woman with the handle BlackOnyx.

UTJV, that's Jeffrey Vox.

- I'm not sure who BlackOnyx is yet.
- Vox was having an affair?

And ten months ago he opened a new...
checking account?

- Yellow.
- Thank you.

Now, he made cash withdrawals

for $9,999 out of this account
eight separate times.

$9.999?

He wanted to make sure the IRS wasn't
paying attention to what he was doing.

Dixon uncovered
that Vox was being blackmailed?

And when Vox learned
that he was about to be exposed,

he hired someone to take care of Dixon.

Let's hear what Vox has to say.

All right, good work.

Ike. I thought we bonded.

[PHONE CHIMES]

SHAUNA". Dinner sounds great.
Our old place at nine?

Yes!

Sorry. Uh, ran into my ex this morning.
We vibed.

No big deal.
But we got a date at nine o'clock.

She thought you were pretty impressive
this morning, didn't she?

While you were on NZT?

Each pill lasts... 12 hours?

So if you're meeting up at nine...

How's she gonna like you
when you're just Brian Finch?

I'm sorry.
You think I'm being blackmailed?

It's an idea we got from a retired FBI
agent, Ray Dixon. These are his files.

You're making payments to someone
with the email address BlackOnyx.

We think those withdrawals
may be linked to Ray Dixon's murder.

If they're not, if you have
a legitimate explanation for them,

we would love to hear it
so we can move on.

So, then, you're not just accusing me

of having an affair
with one of my summer interns.

Vox just made a slip. Nothing in those
emails says the woman was his intern.

AH I had to do was dig around
in the company where he works.

I'm not saying anything else without
a lawyer in the room. Am I free to go?

So, he doesn't need to say anything.
He told us more than he meant to.

Yeah, we heard it too.
The intern. We're on it.

Yeah, I think her name's Sarah Braden.

She was tagged in a photo
from the summer of 2013.

How do you know this is the woman
Vox had the affair with?

Take a look at the locket
on her necklace.

And just like that, boom,
I was back in the field.

Sarah Braden?
Miss Braden, we're with the FBI.

- Is something wrong?
- Do you know a Jeffrey Vox?

I'm sorry. I don't know a Jeffrey Vox.
Why?

REBECCA: We have definitive knowledge
that Jeffrey Vox

has been depositing large sums of money
into your bank account every month.

[BUZZING]

This little kid's Jeffrey Vox's son.

Yeah, what's up, little man?
You got your father's eyes.

Same mutation.
It's called sectoral heterochromia.

I mean, we could take a paternity test
if you want.

I'm not blackmailing Jeffrey.
He sends me money because he wants to.

He wants his son to be taken care of,
even if he can't claim him publicly.

That man Dixon, he figured out
the same thing you just did,

but he told me he was gonna drop it.

He said he didn't wanna mess
with a little kid.

Jeffrey's made mistakes.
But he's not a murderer.

Please don't tell his family about this.

We'll call you
if we have any more questions.

Vox was just taking care of his kid.
He didn't have motive to kill Ray Dixon.

Mike. Mike, Mike, Mike.

Mike the man. How you doing, dude?
They treating you OK here?

- You do know Mike's not my real name?
- Yeah, I do, but that's our thing.

Mike, Ike. These are the jokes, right?

So, listen, man, I'm really burning
the midnight oil tonight.

I mean, this is a big case,
a lot of work to do.

The dispensary gives me one pill a day.

I know that,
but there's gotta be exceptions.

Even if you do have a date.

Ah! Well played, Mike. You know what?

I would expect nothing less
from a man of your talents.

Do people around here
know how sharp you are?

Cos I could help you with that, man.

They told me
you'd try to get into my head.

That's a cynical way of putting it.

This could be the beginning of
a very mutually beneficial relationship.

You think this is a good detail,
babysitting you?

You think that's why I went to Quantico?

Mmm.

Hook this job because they promised
that if I do it for a year,

I'll get a permanent placement
in the CJC as an investigator.

They gave me two rules:

one pill a day
and don't let you get hurt.

No way I'm breaking rule one.

- What about rule number two?
- One pill a day.

[MOUTHS]

BRIAN: I'm not saying
I'm an FBI agent per se.

I mean, it's complicated.

But basically, uh,
they noticed that I have aptitudes,

command of certain facts, if you will,

and decided to make me a consultant.

OK. Uh, command of certain facts?

Yeah, OK, like, uh... for example, um...

...synthetic marijuana.

Seemingly innocuous
but, actually, it's very addictive.

That is a very interesting fact.

Actually, I researched it
for a segment at my work.

You did? Wow. You must love that.

You're so good at making the news...
not boring.

Thank you. That is the goal.

- Yeah, I don't know, though.
- God, still no promotion, huh?

No, um, there is a segment producer
that's supposed to leave in May,

and they say that the job is mine,
which is great, uh,

except my landlord
is selling my building.

- And it was rent-controlled.
- Your place is so amazing.

- He can just sell it?
- Yeah. I mean, he can tear it down.

He's getting rid of the whole building?

And I can't take the job
if I can't stay in the city.

- Sorry. I don't mean to complain.
- No. No, no, no, that's fine.

Um, did you know this, though?

There's one out of every 200 men
in the world

that have a genetic marker
that traced back to Genghis Khan.

That's the end of that fact.

Are you OK? I just... No, no, no.

I mean, this morning
you had this energy about you.

And tonight you kind of seem... off.

Honestly...
I'm nervous about this whole thing.

I am, OK? And I just...

You know what I wanna say,
what I should say, is thank you.

- For what?
- For being a good person.

I mean, you stuck with me
for a long time, and I know it was hard.

I was really down.

I hung in there for so long
because it was great at the beginning.

And then something changed for you
and you shut down.

And I kept waiting for you to come back.

And I stayed
until it looked like you never would.

But then this morning, there you were.

BRIAN: So, NZT might have given me
another chance with Shauna,

but what does it matter
if she's leaving New York?

I'm supposed to take you
out to Long Island City.

Good morning to you too, Mike.

As I'm sure you're curious,
my date went OK last night.

REBECCA". The team and t went through
the candidates for the IDK Technology job.

There were no red flags.
Everyone was clean.

Also, the virus on Dixon's computer
was a dead end.

So I decided to follow
Dixon's own paper trail.

It's what he would have told me to do.

That one A he gave out,
that was you, wasn't it?

He wrote my name on a white board
and he left it there,

so everyone that took that seminar
knows me as a forensic accounting geek.

I found consistent withdrawals
from an ATM in this neighborhood,

but he lives ten miles away.

So I showed his picture around,

and two employees
from the sandwich shop around the corner

pointed me to this storage unit.

The manager told me
that someone matching his description

rents a locker unit here and pays cash.

BRIAN: This was Dixon's unit?
It looks like a precinct.

Everything in here
pertains to a guy named Marco Ramos.

He is the top lieutenant in one of
the most dangerous cartels in Oaxaca.

Ray Dixon didn't get killed because of
something he did in his new job.

He got killed
cos he couldn't let go of his old one.

BRIAN: Hard to believe last month I was
a temp and now I'm chasing drug dealers.

The file on this guy is amazing.
It's like some kind of bad movie.

BRIAN: Marco Ramos
was the wildest nephew

of the head
of the Manos Sangrienta cartel.

Legend holds that
rather than discipline his nephew,

Ramos' uncle sent him to America,
where Ramos made money hand over list,

so much money,
he didn't know what to do with it.

A consortium o! the FBI
and the New York Police Department

built a racketeering case against Ramos.

But just as they were gearing up
to arrest him, he fled.

That was six months ago.

No one knows where Ramos is,
but his reign of terror continues.

- No, please!
- Throw him to the piranhas.

No! No!

Marco Ramos
never fed anyone to piranhas.

Well, maybe not.
But he seems like a piranha guy to me.

Point is, Dixon was on a detail
that was looking for Ramos.

Dixon kept hunting,
and it looks like it got Dixon killed.

Yeah, in his files, Dixon was able
to connect Ramos's cartel

to the execution
of two prosecutors in New Jersey.

They were both killed with
high-powered rifle shots, same as Dixon.

NAZ: What do we have on the assassin?

They call him La Cebra in Mexico.

There are tons of rumors,
but there's no face, no description.

The only confirmation of his existence
is a partial print

taken from a windowpane at the sniper's
nest of one of the assassinations.

REBECCA: Dixon was close
or they wouldn't have killed him.

The NYPD still has a task force
that's looking for Ramos,

so I say we link up with them.

We can reach out to them,
but I'd be surprised if we got anywhere.

Let's pull all our files on Ramos and
then reach out to the old Ramos detail.

But I wanna make sure
you all understand this.

These are bad people and they've killed
federal agents before.

Do you think they kill consultants?

We'll pull the detail together.

I'm gonna see what I can learn
about La Cebra.

Ramos could be anywhere, but we know
La Cebra was in New York two days ago.

I've got an idea,
but I kind of need some floor space.

La Cebra killed a couple o! people here
and a bunch o! people in Mexico.

I spent the day
looking into every single murder.

- You spent the day building a model?
- Uh, models, plural.

And you know what?
It was time well spent too.

I had a breakthrough.
See that red X on the ground?

That is where the police chief
was assassinated.

And the only place that
the shot lines up is... the cathedral.

See this trajectory
with this little guy?

From this spot,
there's not enough room in the cathedral

for a sniper to lie down
in a prone position,

so the only way he could take the shot
is if he rested his rifle on the ledge.

Now, the Mexican PF
found a partial boot print there,

which means La Cebra
did not use a stool,

which also means the only way

he could have gotten a clean shot
from over the ledge

is if he's at least
six foot five inches tall.

- [WHISTLES]
- That's your breakthrough?

- Yeah.
- The sniper was tall?

Yeah. Well, you can just run that
through, you know, the database.

- The tall sniper database.
- That's not a thing. Is it?

- No, that's not a thing.
- No, of course.

I say we go see the NYPD task force
in the morning. They knew Dixon.

Maybe I can convince them
to see their files.

All right, but, hey,
just hold on a second.

Cos, you know, I mean,
it's the end of the day, right?

Beer o'clock?

Plus, um, you know, wanted to kind of
pick your brain about something.

Just girl-type stuff.

We're at the relationship advice stage?

Well, we kind of have to be.

The only people that know the details
of my life work at the FBI.

You are by far
the most normal person at the FBI,

so you're really the only person in the
world I can talk to about this stuff.

I'm guessing this is about your ex?

I'm pretty sure
we can get it going again.

I'm also pretty sure
it's only because of NZT.

So... I'm wondering, does she like me
or does she like me on the drug?

They're the same guy.

Absolutely not. Not true.

NZT Brian can do,
oh, way more stuff than regular Brian.

What?

There aren't two Brians.

- There's you.
- [SIGHS]

Sure, you can do more
when you're on the pill,

but, either way, it's your character.

The first time you took the pill,
what did you do?

You helped your dad.

Do you think most people,

if they could get a pill
that would let them do anything,

the first thing they would do
would be for someone else?

If she's interested in you because of
what you can do instead of who you are,

then she isn't worth your time.

And if she isn't...
then you're worried about nothing.

Wow. You're good at this.

I'll take a rain check on the beer.

- Hey!
- Ugh! God.

- Don't you ever sleep in your own bed?
- Jeez, Mike.

The Wizard o! Oz was on last night.

All right! See? This is a dope office.

Look at this. Look at the grit.
Shotgun shells lying around.

- What's with the ski masks?
- Sometimes they wear them on raids.

It can be dangerous for cartels
to see their faces.

You Harris? Randy Moore.
Good to meet you.

This is our consultant, Brian Finch.

Look, my guys and I
were sorry to hear about Dixon.

But you gotta understand the last time
we cooperated with the FBI,

one of our CIs got killed.

No one knows exactly what happened
to your informant.

And we're not asking you
to cooperate with the FBI.

It's just us. We just wanna
take a look at your files.

What are you two gonna find there
that we can't?

Fresh eyes.
And Brian is a special resource.

How's that exactly?

Um...

Well, I have, among other things,
perfect recall.

I can analyze data and patterns

and I can use that analysis to solve
complex problems or make connections.

- Officer Rodriguez, right?
- Yeah, that's right.

When you sit, you favor your right side.

Every time you put weight on your left
butt cheek, you wince just a little bit.

Now, you don't have a pulled muscle,
so are you sore from an injection?

Not to get too personal, but that's
usually where a doctor tells you

to give yourself a testosterone shot.

Sergeant Moore, you have
three different kinds of bite marks

on your arms and hands
from three different kinds of dogs.

Little dogs.
You are breeding a litter of puppies.

And if I had to guess from
your overall vibe, I'd say pit bulls?

Dobermans.

Where'd you find him?

BRIAN: So, they let us into their files.

It was a lotto sort through
and it wasn't that helpful.

Unless you were a fan
of the Winter Games.

Whoa.

Look. This is a picture from Jersey
after one of those prosecutors got shot.

- OK. So?
- So, this guy right there.

He's from Finland. Qualified for
the Winter Games in 1998 for biathlon.

Excuse me?

This guy was Ramos's shooter?

Everyone assumes that La Cebra
is Mexican because of his nickname,

but really it can be anyone who can take
a great shot, like a biathlete.

They ski and they shoot.

Johan Makinin.

Yeah, he's six foot six,
just like La Cebra.

Spent time in Mexico, emigrated here.

- You on board with this?
- We have La Cebra's fingerprint.

Makinin lists an address in Yorktown.
What's to lose?

['70S COP SHOW MUSIC]

[RINGING TONE]

- Hello?
- Johan Makinin?

- Yes.
- FBI.

We'd like to ask you some questions.

Go! Go!

Mr. Makinin!

You ran like a rabbit
and now you're gonna die like a snake.

Why would I say that?
That doesn't even make sense.

I don't know. It's cool?

Look, I'm not allowed to go
on the takedowns.

Let me imagine them
the way I want, OK?

- Anyway, you got him, right?
- He ran.

And based on the stuff we found in his
apartment, he is definitely La Cebra.

But, Brian... Makinin lost
his shooting hand two years ago.

He may have killed people
for Marco Ramos,

but there's no way
he shot Ray Dixon two days ago.

BOYLE: The prints on your left hand
match the ones we found in Jersey,

you had $4 million cash
stashed in your apartment,

and we can match you to the boot print
the PF found in Mexico City.

We know you're La Cebra.

The only question left is
who's gonna put you in jail,

the United States or Mexico?

If we were to extradite you, how long
do you think you'd last in a prison

filled with soldiers from other cartels?

I help you find Ramos, you try me here.
Is that your offer?

As you say, I am the gunman
Marco Ramos nicknamed La Cebra.

But, as you can see,

I clearly have not done any work
for the man since this happened.

I used to custom-fit my bullets.

I was getting ready for a job,
working with some gunpowder...

Why is Ramos trying to make it look like
you're still active?

The name inspires fear
and Ramos finds that useful.

But the truth is, I have no idea.
I haven't spoken to him since he fled.

- Where did he go?
- I don't know.

He called me the night he left
to say that he feared

he would soon be arrested.

He wanted to make a deal with
your government before that happened,

describe the inner workings
of his organization

in exchange for some kind of leniency.

Ramos was gonna betray the cartel,
become a witness?

He promised he would give me warning,
time to leave the country.

But clearly he changed his mind.

So you have no information to provide.
Enjoy Mexico.

Wait. There are other things I know.

BRIAN: Well, I wasn't wrong.

You were wrong
about La Cebra killing Dixon.

But it gave us good information.

Makinin gave us the phone number
that Ramos used to call him from

and the shell company
that he used to pay him from.

Yeah, it's called Tiovola.

I'm gonna see where I can get
with the financials

and Rebecca's gonna look at the number.

- Let me know what you need.
- You've been a huge help.

Ah-ha!

Sorry. I'm researching something else.
It's relationship stuff.

In fact,
I won't bore you with the details.

Hey, you guys are just
running down records, right?

You don't need me for a while. Great.

Sergeant Moore, keep it real.

Or don't.
Keep it however you wanna keep it.

We've been after La Cebra for years.

Ramos didn't tell anyone
his button man's real name.

That kid found him in a morning.

Yeah. Like I told you,
Brian is a, um... unique resource.

There we go.

OK. Why are we looking
at the lobby in my building?

Um, well, I was thinking
about your apartment problem

and so I decided to poke around a bit,
see if I could help out.

Like a lot of old buildings downtown,
yours wasn't always used for housing.

It used to be... a factory.

- Yeah, for textiles and stuff.
- Yeah.

But did you know that a man by the name
of Abraham Waltham owned the factory

and he used to be active
in the Communist Party?

- No.
- Well, he did, and he was.

Who else was active in the Communist
Party back in those days? Artists.

Lots and lots of artists,
including one named Albert Harvey.

He wasn't super famous, but he was still
very important in his day.

He did a mural
for the WPA Federal Ari Project

right before he was disgraced
because of his politics.

Now, Albert Harvey
also did a favor for Waltham,

the guy that used to own your building.

He painted a mural on one of the walls,
but Waltham chickened out.

He painted over the mural when
Harvey got hauled in front of the HUAC,

the House Un-American
Activities Committee.

And then everybody
just kind of forgot about it.

Until I looked through
Harvey's sketchbook this afternoon.

Um, what do you mean?

I mean I called
the art restoration lab at Columbia,

we got one of your neighbors
to let us into your apartment building

and we took an x-ray of the wall.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, it's gonna be beautiful
when they uncover it,

because that will make your building
a historic landmark

and they cannot tear it down.

Oh, my God. This is amazing.
You're amazing.

It was one of those moments when
it felt like it was all right there.

What's wrong?

I want this, Shauna, I do.

But I really don't wanna
mess it up again.

There are things about my life
that I can't tell you about.

What can you tell me about?

BRIAN: Thieving your clothes
and imitating your...

SHAUNA: ...and I had to
pull hair off of it once.

Oh, my God.
Why do you still live with this person?

The person who wants to be you so bad.

- She makes such good brownies.
- Is that why?

- Wait. What kind of brownies?
- Real stuff.

She asked about you a lot.

My mom loved you, Brian.

It was right then that t realized
that the pill wore off hours ago.

She was talking to Brian, just Brian.

- Sorry to interrupt.
- Oh.

Harris needs you in the Bronx.

- All right.
- Brian?

Yeah. This is, uh... This is Mike.

He's from my work and he's got a key.

All right, all right.
I gotta change my shirt.

Look, I'm sorry, I gotta go,
but I'll see you tonight.

The cellphone Ramos used
to contact Makinin

sent its last backup to the cloud
on the same day that Ramos disappeared.

The last location its GPS recorded
was that street corner.

Wasn't Ray Dixon killed near here?

- Weird, right?
- Yeah.

Ramos disappears right around here

and six months later Ray Dixon
is found murdered two blocks away.

I don't know. There's something
we're missing. There's some connection.

BRIAN: Something like that?

My God.

REBECCA: So you think
this is Ramos's hideout?

Tiovola is the company that used to pay
Johan Makinin to kill people for Ramos.

- Mm-hm.
- I went through everything they hold.

Three years ago
they bought a condo on Ludlow Street.

- Guess who lives there.
- Randy Moore.

That's right. The NYPD task force
was working with Ramos.

- They're dirty.
- NAZ: Where the hell is Ramos now?

- Oh, my God.
- Well, looks like we found Marco Ramos.

REBECCA". None of the task force showed
up this morning. They're all on the run.

How long have they been on the take?

It started right after
they formed the task force.

When Marco Ramos started to think
about making a deal with us,

they knew their lives were on the line.

They killed him and they let the fact

that people thought he was still
out there keep the money flowing.

They would have let the body turn up
and taken credit for finding him.

One of the guys in Moore's task force
was a sniper with the Rangers.

We figure he mimicked La Cebra

and when Dixon got too close,
they killed him.

Moore's team couldn't find
the real La Cebra.

So when Brian did, they knew
we'd get to the truth soon and they ran.

Best guess, they headed
for non-extradition countries.

Once we track them, we can make them
stand trial in our jurisdiction.

So, let's find them.

[PHONE CHIMES]

BRIAN: Quick question.

Is there a hotline we can call
I! we need a lighter jet?

REBECCA:
Why exactly do we need fighter jets?

Moore and his guys need
to get out of the country, right?

Fast and someplace we can't touch them.

Puno Airlines Flight 232
from JFK to Caracas.

It's the only direct flight
to Venezuela today

and, as you can see,
it's already en route.

Now, Venezuela's not technically
a non-extradition country,

but the treaty never gets enforced,
it might as well be.

These guys are affiliated with a cartel.

There's no way they're gonna jump
on a commercial flight.

They're not on the flight.
They're under it.

Now, this is a charier plane
provided by the cartel.

And I'm betting
they've got hot flight attendants,

fully reclining seats, warm nuts,
the whole deal.

And if they wanted to take this
out of the country,

they could take off without a flight
plan and turn off their transponder.

Problem is, they're still traceable
by radar, unless...

They're flying
so close to the bigger plane

that they look like one signal
on the radar.

I got the idea from Miami Vice.

All right, come here.
Look at Flight 232.

Now, nothing out of the ordinary, right?

Until you overlay
a real-time thermal loop

from the National
Weather Service's satellite.

See that?

OK, Flight 232 is traveling at the same
speed as every other jet in the sky,

but there's two times
the amount of exhaust.

- There are two planes up there.
- We're on the clock.

I mean, that plane leaves US airspace
in about 30 minutes.

So... how about those fighter jets, huh?

REPORTER: A dramatic scene today
as air force jets intercepted a plane

that was taking
four rogue NYPD officers...

BRIAN: My day was awesome, man.
Thanks for asking.

Night looks promising too.

- I was glad to see you and Shauna.
- Yeah.

You know, I'm hoping
you'll see a lot more of us. Cheers.

- Can I help you with something?
- [BRITISH ACCENT] You absolutely can.

Quite a few things, in fact.

- My name's Sands.
- Just Sands, huh? No first name or...?

You can call me Mr. Sands if you like.
It's fitting.

I'm your new boss.

I work for the FBI.

You were placed in the FBI.

You work for the same man I do.

Mr. Morra's a great man and he envisions
great things for the world.

But to get there, he needs men like me.

- I'm gonna give you jobs to do, Brian.
- What kind of jobs?

When I give you an assignment, you will
do it exactly the way I tell you to.

Otherwise I will take steps to ensure
that you do it correctly the next time.

Is this about my dad?

That woman said she was just a nurse.

She is a nurse, mate.
She injects things.

She injects
whatever I tell her to inject.

Besides... who's to say
it's your father I'd go after?

There is no one you call family
or friends who I can't touch.

It's a tough thing to get used to,

the idea that your life
isn't yours anymore.

But you belong to Mr. Morra now,
which means you belong to me.

Enjoy your date with Shauna.

Brian.

What's wrong?

Brian? Brian?

Brian? You haven't been
picking up your phone.

One of Moore's guys, Rodriguez,
he agreed to be a witness.

They're going away...

What's wrong?

Uh...

I had to, uh,
break off things with Shauna.

She didn't take it very well.

I think I hurt her pretty bad.

What happened?

What, are we
at the relationship advice stage?

Well, we kind of have to be.

I'm the only one you can talk to.

I just, um...

I don't really have control
over my life right now.

Things are... pretty complicated.

I get it.

OK.

Beer o'clock?

OK.