Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 1, Episode 15 - Blue Code - full transcript
The latest number that the machine dispenses belongs to Michael Cahill, who on the surface is an unassuming and upstanding but solitary citizen, which masks the fact of being involved in a major smuggling ring led by a man named Neil Vargas. Members of the ring will not hesitate to kill if anyone gets in their way. Reese quickly infiltrates the smuggling ring as one of their own. But when Reese follows Cahill away from the group, Reese finds that he is really Daniel Tully, husband, father and undercover cop, who is deep undercover. Tully could have long ago put Vargas away, but is waiting to nab the true ringleader, a man going by the code name L.O.S. Reese also learns that Vargas probably has a connection working inside the police force. While Finch gets Carter to provide information on the police workings of undercover cops, Reese gets Fusco to re-establish his connections with the dirty cops to flush out Vargas' connection inside. If anything goes wrong, it could mean the demise of Tully, Fusco or both. Seeing Tully's conflict of his work against wanting to be with his family, Reese remembers back four years earlier on his return to the US and wanting to at least know what was going on with his ex-girlfriend Jessica.
You are being watched.
The government has a secret system.
A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.
I know because I built it.
I designed the machine to detect
acts of terror, but it sees everything.
Violent crimes involving
ordinary people.
People like you.
Crimes the government
considered irrelevant.
They wouldn't act,
so I decided I would.
But I needed a partner.
Someone with the skills to intervene.
Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.
You will never find us.
But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.
We have a new number, Mr. Reese.
His name is Michael Cahill.
That all you got, Finch?
Cahill's 33 years old, single,
no wife, no children, no pets.
No attachments of any kind.
A bit like you, Mr. Reese.
Problem with this guy's passport. INS
is on the way. We're supposed to wait.
This guy just flew 15 hours
for a heart transplant.
I'm not letting him code out here
16 blocks from the hospital.
For all intents and purposes...
...Cahill appears to be
an upstanding citizen.
Appearances can be deceptive.
We're paying you good money,
so keep your mouth shut, okay?
Indeed, Cahill's a criminal.
B and E, assaulting an officer
with a deadly weapon.
Now he's graduated to smuggling.
Crew's run by a guy named Vargas.
These guys will move anything.
If someone gets in their way,
they'll kill everyone.
How do you suggest we proceed,
Mr. Reese?
As usual, the more dangerous they are...
- What are you waiting for? Go.
- The closer I want to be to them.
We got a problem.
Let me talk to the cop.
I got this. Stay put.
Relax, kid.
Cahill will talk us out of this.
And if he can't, he'll just kill him.
I never met a guy
who hated cops as much as this guy.
Okay, so, what's taking him so long? Huh?
If he calls backup, then we're all dead.
He doesn't have backup.
I'm all paid up with HR.
You found this rig?
Our tail light's out. Our friend
was just letting us know as a courtesy.
Here's your cut.
I thought I was gonna
have to waste them. Heh.
Mike, Mike, hold up, brother.
- Kid's done enough learning for tonight.
- One more mistake, I kill him.
Got a problem. Cahill's on the move.
It's 3
in the morning. Any idea where he's going?
No, but whatever he's up to,
it can't be good.
Finch, Cahill's casing a home,
3404 Orchard Avenue in Brooklyn.
He's breaking in, Finch.
I need some information now.
Homeowner's last name is Tulley.
He's a police officer.
John, you've gotta stop Cahill.
Daddy. Daddy, you're home.
- Hi, bud.
- Time for all good boys to be asleep.
- Later, champ. Sleep tight.
Mr. Reese, it appears you're not
the only person working undercover.
They might be updating our orders.
You think this is being run
through Langley?
We're not even supposed to operate
in this godforsaken country.
- How many times you gonna clean that?
- In the Army, they taught us...
...the fastest way to get shot
was to fail to clean your weapon.
In the Marines, they taught us
the fastest way to clean your weapon...
...was to shoot a couple people with it.
Best I could do. Cheap Polish vodka.
- Is the package secure?
- We have everything we need...
...except the orders of where to deliver it.
Almost everything.
We're missing a glass.
Found it.
The package. What'd he do?
- Not our concern.
- The guy looks government.
The natives don't like us
taking their people.
He's government.
Tried to sell something of ours
to the Chinese.
- What?
- Software something.
I don't know, don't care.
We've got one job in this.
Render him to some black hole
from which he will never return.
If the papers don't clear or the plane
runs out of fuel, you execute him.
When was the last time
you were in-country, my friend?
The call's not coming in tonight.
Get yourself some R & R.
Don't forget
you're behind enemy lines.
You get caught here, you're on your own.
Cahill certainly had me fooled.
Cahill's real name is Daniel Tulley.
Graduated from
the police academy in 2003.
Since then, all work records
have disappeared.
The N.Y.P.D. Seems to have gone
to great lengths to hide his identity.
Including a false Social Security number.
If the machine gave us his number...
...it may mean that
somebody's figured out he's a cop.
We should warn him.
Risking his life is what he signed up for.
If we play this wrong,
we could do more harm than good.
We've got company, Finch.
Why don't you just wear it,
you gonna go announcing yourself?
Less than a day from the biggest collar
of your career, you take a holiday?
The man's Cahill's handler.
No one followed me.
I just needed to feel normal.
We got enough on Vargas.
I could pull you out now.
Could've got Vargas five months ago.
He's just a smuggler.
LOS, that's the guy we want.
He's picking up
the next shipment in person.
LOS is a fairy tale, Michael.
I took this from the last delivery
from LOS.
It's 100-percent pure.
We found the big one, the direct source.
Whoever this LOS is...
...if no one's stepping on his shipments,
there's a good reason.
I don't wanna wind up
having to inform your wife...
Well, I'll take care of my end,
you take care of yours.
I think Vargas has a cop in his pocket.
Last night he was too confident that
black and white wouldn't have backup.
He's got someone protecting him
from the inside, I'm sure of it.
I'll look into it.
Cahill believes
Vargas has a cop on his payroll.
So do I.
Vargas was talking about
being paid up with HR.
Same corrupt cops who were willing
to let Elias kill Carter.
Detective Carter.
Agent Snow.
I didn't realize you were still in town.
I took a trip upstate.
I'm sure now that our boy's working
with a police officer.
What makes you say that?
I found his fingerprints
at a veterinary clinic in the Catskills.
And yet I am certain
that John was never there.
I hope his new friend is luckier.
John has a tendency to use people
and then, well, discard them.
I remember his old partner's funeral
like it was yesterday.
Pretty woman, like you.
After he was done with her, not so much.
A word, detective?
You do realize the man who shot John
was just here?
Agent Snow doesn't know about me.
Or my arrangement
with our mutual friend.
We need your help, detective.
This man is Michael Cahill.
Otherwise known as Daniel Tulley.
Narcotics detective working undercover
with a smuggling ring.
- One that Mr. Reese has just infiltrated.
- Heh. Of course he has.
But we believe that there's a leak
at the N.Y.P.D.
I don't need to tell you what can happen
if Cahill's cover is blown.
And you expect me to find this leak?
I just need you to explain the system.
Who would know about Cahill's
being undercover?
Only his handler.
What about the people
that have access to his paperwork, files?
No, files on undercovers are kept
only as hard copies...
...so people like you
can't hack into them.
Words wound, detective.
The files are kept in safes
in one room controlled by IAB.
However, only the handlers have
the combinations to their UC's safe.
Anyone tries to break in, IAB will send
them on a one-way trip to Rikers.
We would need to destroy Cahill's file
before anyone could retrieve it.
"We"? Yeah, see, breaking into 1 PP
is a federal offense.
I've got it covered.
Let me guess, another favor?
Someone might be selling out
an undercover narc...
...to a smuggler named Vargas.
Pay some of your dirty buddies
in Narcotics a visit.
Those guys don't exactly
trust me anymore.
I've been getting new collars lately too.
Got a commendation.
Your ass got you that commendation.
Time to get your hands dirty again.
Yeah.
You don't say.
Which one?
Well, find out, then. Now.
Something's wrong, Finch.
Vargas got a call
and he's not happy about it.
Have to go ahead with the delivery now.
Because LOS will kill us if we don't.
How many time I invite you for dinner?
- All business with you.
- Business is good.
No time to eat.
You know, I've been thinking...
...you and I might want
to renegotiate our deal.
You know, in our business, thinking...
...is the most dangerous thing
you can start doing.
Well, maybe I take the shipment
directly to LOS...
...cut you out.
Fine, fine.
Tell you what.
How about I give you a little something
extra, okay? Just for you.
Yeah? Hmm.
Come on.
Let's go. Move it.
Put him in the back.
That's it. Hit it.
Close it up.
- Yeah.
- All right.
- Aah.
- Come on.
There. Good, down there.
- Thought we were meeting with LOS.
- We are.
We're just making a little pit stop first.
Take your phones out and destroy them.
Drop looks to be in Brooklyn. Should
have the exact location in a second.
What happened?
Your weapons, toss them in.
All of you, now.
One of you is a cop.
In an hour or two,
I'm gonna find out which one.
Whoever's still alive
will finish making this delivery.
America is
a place where all things are possible...
...who still wonders...
...if the dream of our founders
is alive in our time...
Do you mind?
- Not at all.
- Who still questions...
...the power of our democracy...
- Hell of a thing, huh?
...tonight is your answer.
You, uh, live in New York
or you just visiting?
Just visiting.
- Where you from?
- Originally?
Puyallup, Washington.
Are you kidding me?
My wife's from Puyallup.
You still live there?
No, not for a long time. I travel for work.
Ah. I used to do that. It's brutal.
Not anymore.
Me and the wife just put
a down payment on our first house...
...up in New Rochelle.
- You don't say? That sounds nice.
Mm. You know what, my wife's running
late as usual. I'd better give her a call.
Make sure she's okay.
What did I tell you, John?
You told me to get a drink.
And of the 8 million people you could
be drinking with in New York City...
...you just happened to pick the one
who's married to your ex?
Help me, please.
He's losing blood.
We should take him to the hospital.
No one's going anywhere
until I know which one of you is a rat.
Sip it.
Slowly.
Take me to the hospital, Mikey, please.
Shut up
or I'll put you out of your misery.
Help me, please.
- We need to build a tourniquet.
- Why bother?
If we stop the bleeding,
it might get him to shut up.
- You guys get a call?
- Someone lit up Su Chin's.
Narco thing gone south.
It's a damn shame.
Best kung pao in Queens.
Sorry for your loss.
Where's your partner?
Oh. Let me guess, Queens?
I'm having a little trouble finding him,
actually.
- You lost him?
- "Lost" would be a strong word.
But, yes, detective, in answer to your
unspoken question, I need your help.
What you got?
A license plate.
He's lost a lot of blood.
Think he'll make it?
Probably not. We did the best we could.
We got a break.
Warehouse on the docks in Brooklyn.
We need multiple units to respond.
Hey, look what the cat drug in.
You look terrible.
Look at you, you might wanna lay off
the brown liquor.
To what do I owe the, uh, pleasure?
Smuggler, name of Neil Vargas.
You ever heard of him?
Gonna twist his arm, see if I can
get a percentage of his scores.
Thought maybe you might wanna get in.
I don't hear a peep from you
for three months.
Then all of a sudden you show up
with this new score?
Hard to trust a guy
whose buddies wind up in prison.
You wanna shake down this Vargas?
You gotta be a good boy
and ask permission.
If this guy isn't already paid up with HR,
you can have at it.
Who do I contact if I wanna contact HR?
You already have.
- I'll be in touch.
- I won't hold my breath.
Yeah?
Shift change at
1 Police Plaza. May be our only opportunity.
Opportunity for what?
In position?
- Easy with the volume.
No wonder Mr. Sunshine's
in a foul mood.
You'll get used to it, it takes a little time,
which you're running out of.
- What's the plan, kemosabe?
- The plan is simple.
The IAB detective that patrols the room
makes one more inspection...
...before the next shift begins.
That will give you eight and a half
minutes to spoof the key card...
...break in, and retrieve Tulley's file
before Vargas' informant can get to it.
- Sure, sounds simple.
- You point the reader at the key card.
- Anything else I should know?
- Don't get caught.
Thanks a lot. I'll try my best.
- Fusco, what are you doing here?
- What are you doing?
- Uh, I was just leaving.
- I'm running an errand for the captain.
- Later.
- You have a good day and everything.
Ah.
Detective Carter.
Three hits on that plate.
Logged by a plate reader
on a cruiser in South Brooklyn.
- I'm gonna start looking.
- Glad to hear it. Thank you.
Finch?
- Go ahead.
All right, I'm going in now.
I'm sorry.
Presto, I'm in.
Okay, what now?
Turn off the fluorescents.
Use that light I gave you.
- Do you see the prints?
- Three-five-eight.
Start punching numbers.
The code could be in any sequence.
- We're running out of time, detective.
- Tried every combination. Not working.
Little help, please?
- Was one of the prints smudged?
- Yeah, five's blurry, why?
It's used twice. Try 3558.
Five-five-eight-three.
Eight-five-three-five.
Can't believe it worked.
- I got Tulley's file.
- Good job. Tulley's safe for now.
You have 23 seconds left.
Detective Fusco, right?
My department investigated
you and your buddies.
- This isn't what it looks like.
- Explain shredding a confidential file.
You're under arrest.
I had to destroy that file.
- There's a UC whose life was in danger.
- And you know this how?
- I've got a guy. He tells me things.
- What guy? What things?
Careful what you say, detective.
We can look after you...
...but these men
are looking for our friend.
Look, it doesn't make a difference
who the guy is.
All you need to know is a cop's life
was on the line, I was trying to save it.
Yeah, I got a problem.
I couldn't get the file.
Some idiot destroyed it.
But whoever the rat is, I got word he just
made a phone call from your location.
Somebody called? That's impossible.
I gotta take care of a situation.
I'll call you back later.
You're the informant. Unh.
Where's his phone?
Lot easier for me to search you
after I shoot you.
He took it.
The hell I did.
Get off me!
Shouldn't be too hard to find out.
Looks like we found our rat.
You tell the cops about LOS?
The delivery?
You shouldn't waste time.
My reinforcements will be here
any minute.
If that were true, I would have got a call
from my guy and you'd be dead.
We're not getting anywhere.
Give me time alone. I'll get him to talk.
You better get him to talk,
or you both catch a bullet.
Who the hell are you?
- I know you're not a cop.
- No. But I've been undercover.
I know the only thing
you want in the world...
...is to go home to your wife, Melinda,
to your son, Danny.
Hey.
Let's get one thing straight.
You don't know me.
I know your handler's name is Byrne.
I know you've been on the force
since 2003.
You had a younger brother, Connor...
...who OD'd a month after
you graduated high school.
- How did you?
- That's why you're committed...
...to catching LOS.
What are you, a fed or something?
Something.
I can help you escape.
Help you get home.
If you know me so well,
then you know I won't go home.
Not while LOS is still operating.
Your cover's gonna be blown.
You stay, you risk everything.
Your life.
Your family.
Can you get a message to my wife?
Tell her I love her.
We'll find a way to get you home.
And you can tell her yourself.
The exchange is at the scrap yard.
He's coming.
He say anything yet?
- I need more time.
- There's no more time.
Ajax is dead. We gotta dump the bodies.
No, no, let me do it. I wanna see the look
on his face as I end this rat.
Help yourself.
What's the play here, John?
We're gonna kill this guy?
Dissolve his body
in a bathtub full of acid?
Or are you just scratching an itch?
His name is Peter. He's 37.
He makes 175,000 a year.
Is he a good guy or a serial killer?
I don't know.
But either way, he'll take better care
of her than you could.
This is why I worried
about bringing you back.
See, you look like
the rest of these people.
But you're not like them anymore,
are you?
If they knew what you'd done.
You're barely even the same species.
We're walking in the dark.
I've heard this speech before.
Hey.
Sorry, I didn't realize
you were meeting someone as well.
Honey, you didn't tell him
about your much better half?
There will be hell to pay later.
We should get going.
Wait. Two seconds?
Um, I really want you to meet my wife.
She's gonna get a kick
out of meeting someone from Puyallup.
I get it. Believe me.
First time I rotated back,
I went straight home to my family.
I sat outside in a rental car
for three hours, just watching.
I realized I could tell them
everything that I'd seen...
...everything that I'd done...
...and they wouldn't understand
a single word.
This isn't some speech.
We're not walking in the dark.
We are the dark.
- Ah. Peter. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm late.
- Jessica.
It's time to go, John.
- There's a couple I want you to meet.
- Okay.
- Oh.
- I guess it's just us.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
What's the holdup?
He'll be harder to ID without this.
Car will burn hot enough.
Won't be anything left to ID.
Need a lift? I was in the neighborhood.
My lucky day.
Your version of a lucky day
is being shot and lit on fire?
I'm not shot. Just grazed.
Lucky for me,
Cahill's an excellent marksman.
It's for you.
Where's Cahill?
Oh, I'm fine, Finch. Thanks for asking.
Cahill went to the exchange with LOS
without backup.
- Where?
- South Brooklyn.
Scrap yard, headed there now.
You got any firearms besides that piece?
Here.
Oh.
Girl after my own heart.
- Mr. Reese?
- Yeah.
We have one other problem.
Vargas' informant has Detective Fusco.
And his life is most certainly in danger.
Mr. Reese, I'm not sure
we have time to save them both.
This is LOS?
You've made a mess out of this.
Next time, don't keep me waiting.
Back, back!
You stay back
or I spill your boss's brains on the asphalt.
You know who you're threatening? Heh.
Where's your backup, son?
Let him go.
You're gonna have to shoot.
I wouldn't do that.
Stay down, don't nobody move.
On the ground.
You gonna arrest me?
I'll be out in 14 hours.
And then I'm coming for you.
Threatening a police officer.
I'll add that to the charges.
There won't be any charges.
At least none that stick.
He's CIA.
What? The CIA's trafficking drugs?
The government couldn't win
the war on drugs...
...so they're using it to fund
the war on terror.
- This is common knowledge?
- Doubtful.
The Company's built on secrets.
I risked my life for this.
I'm taking him in.
You do,
and the Company will ruin your career.
And that's if you're lucky.
I'm taking him in.
Always liked to push my luck too.
Do you know why
I'm so good at my job, Fusco?
- I can tell a dirty cop when I see one.
- Try looking in the mirror.
You know, you may think
you've gone clean, found God...
...Buddha or some African shaman...
...but at the end of the day,
your hands are still dirty, always will be.
You hear that?
I don't hear nothing.
That's right. No sirens. No bullhorns.
No one's coming to save you.
No one cares.
That guy, the one who tells you things...
...he used you and let you rot
like a piece of garbage.
Might as well tell me who it is.
At least you'll have the satisfaction
of repaying the favor.
Think you're the first person
to put a gun to my head?
No. But I will be the last.
Yeah, maybe you will.
You ever been shot?
Craziest things go through your mind.
Glad I put on clean underwear,
hid that stash of porn.
Sorry that your son had to find out
that his old man was a dirty cop.
Then you realize you're gonna die.
And try to go down
doing something good.
- You wouldn't know that, you dirty sack.
- Kneel.
- Cutting it kind of close, don't you think?
- At least I'm not late.
Gotta call this in. I can make this good.
That phone is the only proof
that this guy was working with Vargas.
- Yeah.
- Let me see it.
- What are you doing?
- I can't have you coming clean.
I need you inside HR. Get close to them.
There are cameras inside of 1 PP.
People will know I left with this guy.
Murder one, don't you get it?
That's the point. You'll need your friends
at HR to help you cover this up.
I was starting to enjoy
being good for a change.
You've done some nice work, Lionel.
I'm sorry, but you're more useful inside.
My hands are dirty, always will be, huh?
- We taking Mommy to the hospital?
- Yeah, champ.
You're about to have a new little brother.
I'm sure I forgot something.
I should have packed a week ago.
Honey, what is it? You okay?
I love you so much.
I know.
I thought you might like to know that
Snow has arranged the release of LOS.
He'll be out in less than an hour.
What do you plan to do?
I'll keep an eye on Cahill.
Make sure he stays safe and sound.
He's about to have a screaming infant.
I doubt he'll be anywhere close to sound.
Poor guy.
It's been a long time, Mark.
Surprised they sent you
down here for me.
You know the agency,
they always take care of their own.
The whole deal went pear-shaped,
probably cost us 20, 30 million.
First thing to take care of
are those two cops.
Some undercover and a female detective.
I gave them both fair warning.
They gotta go.
We gotta send a message.
You were always impulsive, Ray.
Can't go around killing cops.
You really shouldn't have gotten
yourself arrested. I warned you...
...you're behind enemy lines here.
Come on.
Got your call. Looks like
you got yourself in a little trouble.
- It was an accident.
- Most accidents don't require a shovel.
Help me make this go away.
I'll be indebted.
You'll be a little more than indebted,
my friend.
You belong to HR now.
The government has a secret system.
A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.
I know because I built it.
I designed the machine to detect
acts of terror, but it sees everything.
Violent crimes involving
ordinary people.
People like you.
Crimes the government
considered irrelevant.
They wouldn't act,
so I decided I would.
But I needed a partner.
Someone with the skills to intervene.
Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.
You will never find us.
But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.
We have a new number, Mr. Reese.
His name is Michael Cahill.
That all you got, Finch?
Cahill's 33 years old, single,
no wife, no children, no pets.
No attachments of any kind.
A bit like you, Mr. Reese.
Problem with this guy's passport. INS
is on the way. We're supposed to wait.
This guy just flew 15 hours
for a heart transplant.
I'm not letting him code out here
16 blocks from the hospital.
For all intents and purposes...
...Cahill appears to be
an upstanding citizen.
Appearances can be deceptive.
We're paying you good money,
so keep your mouth shut, okay?
Indeed, Cahill's a criminal.
B and E, assaulting an officer
with a deadly weapon.
Now he's graduated to smuggling.
Crew's run by a guy named Vargas.
These guys will move anything.
If someone gets in their way,
they'll kill everyone.
How do you suggest we proceed,
Mr. Reese?
As usual, the more dangerous they are...
- What are you waiting for? Go.
- The closer I want to be to them.
We got a problem.
Let me talk to the cop.
I got this. Stay put.
Relax, kid.
Cahill will talk us out of this.
And if he can't, he'll just kill him.
I never met a guy
who hated cops as much as this guy.
Okay, so, what's taking him so long? Huh?
If he calls backup, then we're all dead.
He doesn't have backup.
I'm all paid up with HR.
You found this rig?
Our tail light's out. Our friend
was just letting us know as a courtesy.
Here's your cut.
I thought I was gonna
have to waste them. Heh.
Mike, Mike, hold up, brother.
- Kid's done enough learning for tonight.
- One more mistake, I kill him.
Got a problem. Cahill's on the move.
It's 3
in the morning. Any idea where he's going?
No, but whatever he's up to,
it can't be good.
Finch, Cahill's casing a home,
3404 Orchard Avenue in Brooklyn.
He's breaking in, Finch.
I need some information now.
Homeowner's last name is Tulley.
He's a police officer.
John, you've gotta stop Cahill.
Daddy. Daddy, you're home.
- Hi, bud.
- Time for all good boys to be asleep.
- Later, champ. Sleep tight.
Mr. Reese, it appears you're not
the only person working undercover.
They might be updating our orders.
You think this is being run
through Langley?
We're not even supposed to operate
in this godforsaken country.
- How many times you gonna clean that?
- In the Army, they taught us...
...the fastest way to get shot
was to fail to clean your weapon.
In the Marines, they taught us
the fastest way to clean your weapon...
...was to shoot a couple people with it.
Best I could do. Cheap Polish vodka.
- Is the package secure?
- We have everything we need...
...except the orders of where to deliver it.
Almost everything.
We're missing a glass.
Found it.
The package. What'd he do?
- Not our concern.
- The guy looks government.
The natives don't like us
taking their people.
He's government.
Tried to sell something of ours
to the Chinese.
- What?
- Software something.
I don't know, don't care.
We've got one job in this.
Render him to some black hole
from which he will never return.
If the papers don't clear or the plane
runs out of fuel, you execute him.
When was the last time
you were in-country, my friend?
The call's not coming in tonight.
Get yourself some R & R.
Don't forget
you're behind enemy lines.
You get caught here, you're on your own.
Cahill certainly had me fooled.
Cahill's real name is Daniel Tulley.
Graduated from
the police academy in 2003.
Since then, all work records
have disappeared.
The N.Y.P.D. Seems to have gone
to great lengths to hide his identity.
Including a false Social Security number.
If the machine gave us his number...
...it may mean that
somebody's figured out he's a cop.
We should warn him.
Risking his life is what he signed up for.
If we play this wrong,
we could do more harm than good.
We've got company, Finch.
Why don't you just wear it,
you gonna go announcing yourself?
Less than a day from the biggest collar
of your career, you take a holiday?
The man's Cahill's handler.
No one followed me.
I just needed to feel normal.
We got enough on Vargas.
I could pull you out now.
Could've got Vargas five months ago.
He's just a smuggler.
LOS, that's the guy we want.
He's picking up
the next shipment in person.
LOS is a fairy tale, Michael.
I took this from the last delivery
from LOS.
It's 100-percent pure.
We found the big one, the direct source.
Whoever this LOS is...
...if no one's stepping on his shipments,
there's a good reason.
I don't wanna wind up
having to inform your wife...
Well, I'll take care of my end,
you take care of yours.
I think Vargas has a cop in his pocket.
Last night he was too confident that
black and white wouldn't have backup.
He's got someone protecting him
from the inside, I'm sure of it.
I'll look into it.
Cahill believes
Vargas has a cop on his payroll.
So do I.
Vargas was talking about
being paid up with HR.
Same corrupt cops who were willing
to let Elias kill Carter.
Detective Carter.
Agent Snow.
I didn't realize you were still in town.
I took a trip upstate.
I'm sure now that our boy's working
with a police officer.
What makes you say that?
I found his fingerprints
at a veterinary clinic in the Catskills.
And yet I am certain
that John was never there.
I hope his new friend is luckier.
John has a tendency to use people
and then, well, discard them.
I remember his old partner's funeral
like it was yesterday.
Pretty woman, like you.
After he was done with her, not so much.
A word, detective?
You do realize the man who shot John
was just here?
Agent Snow doesn't know about me.
Or my arrangement
with our mutual friend.
We need your help, detective.
This man is Michael Cahill.
Otherwise known as Daniel Tulley.
Narcotics detective working undercover
with a smuggling ring.
- One that Mr. Reese has just infiltrated.
- Heh. Of course he has.
But we believe that there's a leak
at the N.Y.P.D.
I don't need to tell you what can happen
if Cahill's cover is blown.
And you expect me to find this leak?
I just need you to explain the system.
Who would know about Cahill's
being undercover?
Only his handler.
What about the people
that have access to his paperwork, files?
No, files on undercovers are kept
only as hard copies...
...so people like you
can't hack into them.
Words wound, detective.
The files are kept in safes
in one room controlled by IAB.
However, only the handlers have
the combinations to their UC's safe.
Anyone tries to break in, IAB will send
them on a one-way trip to Rikers.
We would need to destroy Cahill's file
before anyone could retrieve it.
"We"? Yeah, see, breaking into 1 PP
is a federal offense.
I've got it covered.
Let me guess, another favor?
Someone might be selling out
an undercover narc...
...to a smuggler named Vargas.
Pay some of your dirty buddies
in Narcotics a visit.
Those guys don't exactly
trust me anymore.
I've been getting new collars lately too.
Got a commendation.
Your ass got you that commendation.
Time to get your hands dirty again.
Yeah.
You don't say.
Which one?
Well, find out, then. Now.
Something's wrong, Finch.
Vargas got a call
and he's not happy about it.
Have to go ahead with the delivery now.
Because LOS will kill us if we don't.
How many time I invite you for dinner?
- All business with you.
- Business is good.
No time to eat.
You know, I've been thinking...
...you and I might want
to renegotiate our deal.
You know, in our business, thinking...
...is the most dangerous thing
you can start doing.
Well, maybe I take the shipment
directly to LOS...
...cut you out.
Fine, fine.
Tell you what.
How about I give you a little something
extra, okay? Just for you.
Yeah? Hmm.
Come on.
Let's go. Move it.
Put him in the back.
That's it. Hit it.
Close it up.
- Yeah.
- All right.
- Aah.
- Come on.
There. Good, down there.
- Thought we were meeting with LOS.
- We are.
We're just making a little pit stop first.
Take your phones out and destroy them.
Drop looks to be in Brooklyn. Should
have the exact location in a second.
What happened?
Your weapons, toss them in.
All of you, now.
One of you is a cop.
In an hour or two,
I'm gonna find out which one.
Whoever's still alive
will finish making this delivery.
America is
a place where all things are possible...
...who still wonders...
...if the dream of our founders
is alive in our time...
Do you mind?
- Not at all.
- Who still questions...
...the power of our democracy...
- Hell of a thing, huh?
...tonight is your answer.
You, uh, live in New York
or you just visiting?
Just visiting.
- Where you from?
- Originally?
Puyallup, Washington.
Are you kidding me?
My wife's from Puyallup.
You still live there?
No, not for a long time. I travel for work.
Ah. I used to do that. It's brutal.
Not anymore.
Me and the wife just put
a down payment on our first house...
...up in New Rochelle.
- You don't say? That sounds nice.
Mm. You know what, my wife's running
late as usual. I'd better give her a call.
Make sure she's okay.
What did I tell you, John?
You told me to get a drink.
And of the 8 million people you could
be drinking with in New York City...
...you just happened to pick the one
who's married to your ex?
Help me, please.
He's losing blood.
We should take him to the hospital.
No one's going anywhere
until I know which one of you is a rat.
Sip it.
Slowly.
Take me to the hospital, Mikey, please.
Shut up
or I'll put you out of your misery.
Help me, please.
- We need to build a tourniquet.
- Why bother?
If we stop the bleeding,
it might get him to shut up.
- You guys get a call?
- Someone lit up Su Chin's.
Narco thing gone south.
It's a damn shame.
Best kung pao in Queens.
Sorry for your loss.
Where's your partner?
Oh. Let me guess, Queens?
I'm having a little trouble finding him,
actually.
- You lost him?
- "Lost" would be a strong word.
But, yes, detective, in answer to your
unspoken question, I need your help.
What you got?
A license plate.
He's lost a lot of blood.
Think he'll make it?
Probably not. We did the best we could.
We got a break.
Warehouse on the docks in Brooklyn.
We need multiple units to respond.
Hey, look what the cat drug in.
You look terrible.
Look at you, you might wanna lay off
the brown liquor.
To what do I owe the, uh, pleasure?
Smuggler, name of Neil Vargas.
You ever heard of him?
Gonna twist his arm, see if I can
get a percentage of his scores.
Thought maybe you might wanna get in.
I don't hear a peep from you
for three months.
Then all of a sudden you show up
with this new score?
Hard to trust a guy
whose buddies wind up in prison.
You wanna shake down this Vargas?
You gotta be a good boy
and ask permission.
If this guy isn't already paid up with HR,
you can have at it.
Who do I contact if I wanna contact HR?
You already have.
- I'll be in touch.
- I won't hold my breath.
Yeah?
Shift change at
1 Police Plaza. May be our only opportunity.
Opportunity for what?
In position?
- Easy with the volume.
No wonder Mr. Sunshine's
in a foul mood.
You'll get used to it, it takes a little time,
which you're running out of.
- What's the plan, kemosabe?
- The plan is simple.
The IAB detective that patrols the room
makes one more inspection...
...before the next shift begins.
That will give you eight and a half
minutes to spoof the key card...
...break in, and retrieve Tulley's file
before Vargas' informant can get to it.
- Sure, sounds simple.
- You point the reader at the key card.
- Anything else I should know?
- Don't get caught.
Thanks a lot. I'll try my best.
- Fusco, what are you doing here?
- What are you doing?
- Uh, I was just leaving.
- I'm running an errand for the captain.
- Later.
- You have a good day and everything.
Ah.
Detective Carter.
Three hits on that plate.
Logged by a plate reader
on a cruiser in South Brooklyn.
- I'm gonna start looking.
- Glad to hear it. Thank you.
Finch?
- Go ahead.
All right, I'm going in now.
I'm sorry.
Presto, I'm in.
Okay, what now?
Turn off the fluorescents.
Use that light I gave you.
- Do you see the prints?
- Three-five-eight.
Start punching numbers.
The code could be in any sequence.
- We're running out of time, detective.
- Tried every combination. Not working.
Little help, please?
- Was one of the prints smudged?
- Yeah, five's blurry, why?
It's used twice. Try 3558.
Five-five-eight-three.
Eight-five-three-five.
Can't believe it worked.
- I got Tulley's file.
- Good job. Tulley's safe for now.
You have 23 seconds left.
Detective Fusco, right?
My department investigated
you and your buddies.
- This isn't what it looks like.
- Explain shredding a confidential file.
You're under arrest.
I had to destroy that file.
- There's a UC whose life was in danger.
- And you know this how?
- I've got a guy. He tells me things.
- What guy? What things?
Careful what you say, detective.
We can look after you...
...but these men
are looking for our friend.
Look, it doesn't make a difference
who the guy is.
All you need to know is a cop's life
was on the line, I was trying to save it.
Yeah, I got a problem.
I couldn't get the file.
Some idiot destroyed it.
But whoever the rat is, I got word he just
made a phone call from your location.
Somebody called? That's impossible.
I gotta take care of a situation.
I'll call you back later.
You're the informant. Unh.
Where's his phone?
Lot easier for me to search you
after I shoot you.
He took it.
The hell I did.
Get off me!
Shouldn't be too hard to find out.
Looks like we found our rat.
You tell the cops about LOS?
The delivery?
You shouldn't waste time.
My reinforcements will be here
any minute.
If that were true, I would have got a call
from my guy and you'd be dead.
We're not getting anywhere.
Give me time alone. I'll get him to talk.
You better get him to talk,
or you both catch a bullet.
Who the hell are you?
- I know you're not a cop.
- No. But I've been undercover.
I know the only thing
you want in the world...
...is to go home to your wife, Melinda,
to your son, Danny.
Hey.
Let's get one thing straight.
You don't know me.
I know your handler's name is Byrne.
I know you've been on the force
since 2003.
You had a younger brother, Connor...
...who OD'd a month after
you graduated high school.
- How did you?
- That's why you're committed...
...to catching LOS.
What are you, a fed or something?
Something.
I can help you escape.
Help you get home.
If you know me so well,
then you know I won't go home.
Not while LOS is still operating.
Your cover's gonna be blown.
You stay, you risk everything.
Your life.
Your family.
Can you get a message to my wife?
Tell her I love her.
We'll find a way to get you home.
And you can tell her yourself.
The exchange is at the scrap yard.
He's coming.
He say anything yet?
- I need more time.
- There's no more time.
Ajax is dead. We gotta dump the bodies.
No, no, let me do it. I wanna see the look
on his face as I end this rat.
Help yourself.
What's the play here, John?
We're gonna kill this guy?
Dissolve his body
in a bathtub full of acid?
Or are you just scratching an itch?
His name is Peter. He's 37.
He makes 175,000 a year.
Is he a good guy or a serial killer?
I don't know.
But either way, he'll take better care
of her than you could.
This is why I worried
about bringing you back.
See, you look like
the rest of these people.
But you're not like them anymore,
are you?
If they knew what you'd done.
You're barely even the same species.
We're walking in the dark.
I've heard this speech before.
Hey.
Sorry, I didn't realize
you were meeting someone as well.
Honey, you didn't tell him
about your much better half?
There will be hell to pay later.
We should get going.
Wait. Two seconds?
Um, I really want you to meet my wife.
She's gonna get a kick
out of meeting someone from Puyallup.
I get it. Believe me.
First time I rotated back,
I went straight home to my family.
I sat outside in a rental car
for three hours, just watching.
I realized I could tell them
everything that I'd seen...
...everything that I'd done...
...and they wouldn't understand
a single word.
This isn't some speech.
We're not walking in the dark.
We are the dark.
- Ah. Peter. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm late.
- Jessica.
It's time to go, John.
- There's a couple I want you to meet.
- Okay.
- Oh.
- I guess it's just us.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
What's the holdup?
He'll be harder to ID without this.
Car will burn hot enough.
Won't be anything left to ID.
Need a lift? I was in the neighborhood.
My lucky day.
Your version of a lucky day
is being shot and lit on fire?
I'm not shot. Just grazed.
Lucky for me,
Cahill's an excellent marksman.
It's for you.
Where's Cahill?
Oh, I'm fine, Finch. Thanks for asking.
Cahill went to the exchange with LOS
without backup.
- Where?
- South Brooklyn.
Scrap yard, headed there now.
You got any firearms besides that piece?
Here.
Oh.
Girl after my own heart.
- Mr. Reese?
- Yeah.
We have one other problem.
Vargas' informant has Detective Fusco.
And his life is most certainly in danger.
Mr. Reese, I'm not sure
we have time to save them both.
This is LOS?
You've made a mess out of this.
Next time, don't keep me waiting.
Back, back!
You stay back
or I spill your boss's brains on the asphalt.
You know who you're threatening? Heh.
Where's your backup, son?
Let him go.
You're gonna have to shoot.
I wouldn't do that.
Stay down, don't nobody move.
On the ground.
You gonna arrest me?
I'll be out in 14 hours.
And then I'm coming for you.
Threatening a police officer.
I'll add that to the charges.
There won't be any charges.
At least none that stick.
He's CIA.
What? The CIA's trafficking drugs?
The government couldn't win
the war on drugs...
...so they're using it to fund
the war on terror.
- This is common knowledge?
- Doubtful.
The Company's built on secrets.
I risked my life for this.
I'm taking him in.
You do,
and the Company will ruin your career.
And that's if you're lucky.
I'm taking him in.
Always liked to push my luck too.
Do you know why
I'm so good at my job, Fusco?
- I can tell a dirty cop when I see one.
- Try looking in the mirror.
You know, you may think
you've gone clean, found God...
...Buddha or some African shaman...
...but at the end of the day,
your hands are still dirty, always will be.
You hear that?
I don't hear nothing.
That's right. No sirens. No bullhorns.
No one's coming to save you.
No one cares.
That guy, the one who tells you things...
...he used you and let you rot
like a piece of garbage.
Might as well tell me who it is.
At least you'll have the satisfaction
of repaying the favor.
Think you're the first person
to put a gun to my head?
No. But I will be the last.
Yeah, maybe you will.
You ever been shot?
Craziest things go through your mind.
Glad I put on clean underwear,
hid that stash of porn.
Sorry that your son had to find out
that his old man was a dirty cop.
Then you realize you're gonna die.
And try to go down
doing something good.
- You wouldn't know that, you dirty sack.
- Kneel.
- Cutting it kind of close, don't you think?
- At least I'm not late.
Gotta call this in. I can make this good.
That phone is the only proof
that this guy was working with Vargas.
- Yeah.
- Let me see it.
- What are you doing?
- I can't have you coming clean.
I need you inside HR. Get close to them.
There are cameras inside of 1 PP.
People will know I left with this guy.
Murder one, don't you get it?
That's the point. You'll need your friends
at HR to help you cover this up.
I was starting to enjoy
being good for a change.
You've done some nice work, Lionel.
I'm sorry, but you're more useful inside.
My hands are dirty, always will be, huh?
- We taking Mommy to the hospital?
- Yeah, champ.
You're about to have a new little brother.
I'm sure I forgot something.
I should have packed a week ago.
Honey, what is it? You okay?
I love you so much.
I know.
I thought you might like to know that
Snow has arranged the release of LOS.
He'll be out in less than an hour.
What do you plan to do?
I'll keep an eye on Cahill.
Make sure he stays safe and sound.
He's about to have a screaming infant.
I doubt he'll be anywhere close to sound.
Poor guy.
It's been a long time, Mark.
Surprised they sent you
down here for me.
You know the agency,
they always take care of their own.
The whole deal went pear-shaped,
probably cost us 20, 30 million.
First thing to take care of
are those two cops.
Some undercover and a female detective.
I gave them both fair warning.
They gotta go.
We gotta send a message.
You were always impulsive, Ray.
Can't go around killing cops.
You really shouldn't have gotten
yourself arrested. I warned you...
...you're behind enemy lines here.
Come on.
Got your call. Looks like
you got yourself in a little trouble.
- It was an accident.
- Most accidents don't require a shovel.
Help me make this go away.
I'll be indebted.
You'll be a little more than indebted,
my friend.
You belong to HR now.