Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 1, Episode 20 - Matsya Nyaya - full transcript
With some hesitancy, Carter re-enters life with Reese and Finch, in part because she feels her police work may be in jeopardy since she doesn't know who in the force she can trust, with Fusco at the top of that list. Reese believes that it still is not the time to tell either Carter or Fusco of their relationships. Regardless, Carter is in place for work on the next number, that belonging to armored car security guard Tommy Clay, who they believe is the intended victim. Reese's belief of Tommy being victim is strengthened by seeing, while Reese works under him on the three person team, that the team is ill prepared if an attack was to happen on their vehicle. Reese is only half right. He and Finch will have to uncover Tommy's hidden relationships to find out who was responsible for the hit, which works its way back to Carter and Fusco's continuing problems. Meanwhile, flashbacks show Reese on his last job in 2010 with the CIA, which explain why Snow is so eager to find Reese now.
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.
Tell me where he is.
We could do this all night.
Look at me.
Sooner or later,
you're gonna start
talking to me.
Let's try
some nonverbal communication.
[Groans] Aah!
[Grunts]
[Phone dialing, ringing]
It's me.
Jessica, I mean.
I don't even know if
you check this number.
Um, I need to talk.
[Phone beeps]
[Phone rings]
[Phone ringing]
[Exhales heavily]
Jessica, I got your message.
I didn't know
if you'd call me back.
We haven't talked in--
What, four years?
What's wrong?
Is everything okay with Peter?
Yeah, he's fine.
We're both fine.
I just...
Needed a friend
that I could talk to.
Something's wrong.
Talk to me.
You said that, in the end,
we were all alone.
I should go.
Jess.
Bye, John.
I'm coming to get you.
I'll be there in 24 hours.
Wait for me.
[Whispering] I'll wait.
It all comes down
to a matter of trust,
the foundation
of any healthy relationship.
I just need to know
where this is headed.
Trust is
a two-way street, Carter.
I know.
I do trust you
and your friend--
The two people
I know the least.
It's the job
I'm not sure about anymore.
I don't know who's
got my back on the force.
I'm pretty sure the guy across
the desk from me is dirty.
Well, I'll keep my eye on him.
I need to know more, John.
I need to know just as much
as you and your friend do
about these cases
we're working.
Okay, let's work
this one together.
This guy over here
with his girl?
Yeah, only that's not his girl.
That's his girl.
- You worthless, lying dirtbag!
- [Gasps]
[Gunshot]
You're under arrest.
I thought you said we were
working this one together.
We are.
You're taking care
of the shooter,
and I'm making sure
the cheating boyfriend
doesn't get hurt.
Looks fine to me.
[Scoffs]
Mr. Reese, a new number
has come in.
Have you and Detective Carter
wrapped things up
on the last one?
Just about.
You still haven't said
why you brought me in.
Sit down.
Police raffle.
You're the big winner.
Where's the money you owe?
What?
We don't pay the police.
We kick back to the mob.
[Kicking chair]
That chapter's closed.
You pay HR now.
Where is my money?
- I can't hear you.
- All right.
[Grunts] I'll get your money.
But I gotta take you there.
You go with him and get it.
Based on her remarks
at the bar,
sounds like Detective Carter
is eyeing Fusco.
Isn't it time we told her
that he's working with HR
at our behest?
Not yet.
And after all that talk
about honesty.
It's safer for both of them.
The less people
who know about Fusco,
the less danger he's in.
So now you're protecting Fusco?
I'm protecting an asset.
Who's the new number?
Tommy Clay.
Lives in Queens.
Married ten years
to wife Joyce.
They have
a nine-year-old son.
No criminal record.
He pays his taxes,
goes to church
every Sunday
except during football season.
An ordinary guy.
What's the threat?
Did I mention what
our number does for a living?
Tommy Clay works
for Grayling Armored Services.
You'll be a trainee
working under him,
and today is training day.
The crew consists of a driver,
Murray Langston, been working
at grayling for 20 years.
Tommy is the hopper,
the most dangerous position
on the crew,
because he has
to leave the truck
to pick up and drop off cargo.
And then there's the guard,
which is you.
If the machine
gave us Tommy's number...
Somebody's probably
planning a robbery.
73% of all armored car robberies
happen when the hopper's
away from the truck,
so if they're gonna hit you,
that's when it'll happen.
GSM link established.
The plate reader will scan any
license in its line of sight.
Let us know if anyone's
following the truck,
casing it for a robbery.
First thing, we don't always
know what we're carrying.
It's not on the manifest?
Not specifics, John.
Your name's John, right?
Sometimes a client
tells us what it is.
Sometimes they don't.
So treat every day
as if you're gonna get hit.
That's a good philosophy
for life.
Hey, Murray,
Johnny here is a philosopher.
Smart.
He must have deep thoughts.
Just don't get caught
napping on my watch.
These guys aren't ready
for any real threat, Finch.
Their vests are loose,
magazines are stored
the wrong way...
We need to put a face
to the threat.
Cross-checking every plate
from the reader
to see if
they're being followed.
You almost look like
you know what you're doing.
- Did you miss me?
- More than you know.
- Watch my back, hero.
- Found something.
One plate comes up
three times today.
Someone's following the truck.
I got guys headed
this way with guns.
- Southeast corner.
- Go, go, go, go.
What's happening,
Mr. Reese?
John, back here!
Help!
Mr. Reese?
[Growling]
[Snarling, speaking gibberish]
[Laughs]
Smile, rookie!
Hey, relax, Johnny.
[Laughs]
That's not a toy, you know.
You could kill somebody
with that thing.
[Laughter]
All right, you got me.
False alarm, Finch.
It was just a prank.
Well, that's endearing.
Unfortunately, the machine
never issues a false alarm.
The robbery will happen.
And when it does,
this crew's in big trouble.
How's our guy doing?
I'm making progress,
softening him up a bit.
Doesn't matter.
You've been reassigned.
You head out tonight.
China.
No can do.
I need to take leave--
Family emergency.
You don't have
any family, Reese,
and I've been assured
that the situation is... urgent.
So find someone else.
There's no time
to find someone else.
We've lost control
of a certain item.
Securing it is
the highest priority.
- Do you understand?
- We understand.
You lost something.
You need us to get it back.
What are we looking for?
Are you familiar with Stuxnet?
Computer virus.
Built by us to disable
the iranian nuclear program.
The package you're looking
for is similar.
Only this one
targets the Chinese.
That's correct.
We believe someone
inside the Pentagon
sold a secure laptop containing
some of the source code
to a Chinese firm.
They may be studying the code
to inoculate their devices,
or they may be
modifying the code
to target the US
nuclear infrastructure.
Either way,
we need the laptop returned.
- Where are we going?
- Ordos.
It's a company town
in the middle of China.
It was built
for a million people,
only the company
that built it folded.
It's a ghost town.
No residents.
So you're gonna
fly into Beijing.
Diplomatic cover,
two weeks to gather intel,
then you're going in.
The laptop has to be handled
with extreme caution,
so no phones.
No network devices of any kind.
This software will exploit
any open communication channel.
Understood?
Let's go.
Reese.
One more thing.
[Door closes]
After you secure the package,
you're to retire Agent Stanton.
You're telling me
to kill my partner?
We've intercepted
unauthorized communications
between her and this man,
a go-between
for Hezbollah.
Large deposits
into an off-shore account.
She's been compromised.
As her partner,
you should have noticed.
We clean up
our own mess, Reese.
You know that.
You get this done, you can
have all the leave you need.
You understand?
[Dials number]
[Phone ringing]
This is Jessica.
You missed me.
Leave a message.
[Beep]
[Phone beeps]
What are we looking at?
I've hacked
the truck company's servers
and retrieved your route
for today.
If I know the pickup locations,
I can narrow down
where the robber might hit.
Carter get back to you
on the plate
of the car following us?
Not yet.
[Cell phone rings]
[Phone beeps]
Lionel, you've been quiet.
I was getting worried.
Yeah, it's like the wild,
wild west out here with Lynch.
HR's getting short on funds
since we took down Elias,
so he's chasing down street
money with a baseball bat.
Not like I didn't have
enough enemies on the street.
Keep gathering intel.
We need to know
their leadership.
Take down
the remaining players.
At least I'm getting a cut
for my efforts.
What do you want me to do
with the money?
I care about HR, Fusco,
not the money.
What you do with it
is your business.
Ah.
[Phone beeps]
[Car door opens]
- Hey, dad.
- Hey, buddy.
What do you say
I take you after practice,
get you some new gear?
- Really?
- Yeah, why not?
These pictures you sent over
look suspiciously like the ones
from our automated
license plate readers.
Did you take one off my car?
Well, no...
Not your car.
I'll pretend
I didn't hear that.
Anyway, the plate belongs
to a '95 gray Chevrolet van,
registered to the 72-year-old
transit authority administrator.
A 72-year-old that's
casing an armored car?
That's why I dug
a little deeper.
Apparently the owner's nephew,
Frank Lowell,
was paroled two months ago.
Busted back in '05
for armed robbery,
along with buddy, Mick Norton,
released last year.
I just sent the photos to you.
You might need help
with these two.
I got it covered.
Hey, did you catch up
on your beauty sleep, sunshine?
Not so much.
I had a nightmare I was working
with a bunch of clowns.
[Laughs]
Yeah, well, that's Tommy.
He's always clowning around.
Is that Tommy's wife?
Talk about a ball buster.
I celebrate
the anniversary of my divorce
like it's new year's Eve.
This job is stressful enough.
No one needs that nonsense
to come home to, no.
Marriage is a racket.
Back for more, John?
Oh, I see Murray here skipped
his morning pilates again.
Yeah, I'm starting
a new French toast regimen.
- Who's your friend, Tommy?
- Hey.
John the newbie, Ashley.
He needs to learn the ropes,
and I'm the ropes master.
What are you having, hon?
Something you can
put in the bag.
I always stick
with a fried egg sandwich.
Yeah, but that's because you
can't read the rest of the menu.
Coffee's fine, thank you.
Whoa, that's
a nice bracelet, huh?
Who's the lucky stiff, Ashley?
It's nothing. It's just
a present from my grandma.
She's got good taste.
I threw in
a little extra hot sauce
with your sandwich, Tommy.
Whoa, Tommy, you got
a little extra hot sauce, huh?
Hey, married man over here.
Yeah, more like half a man.
All right, ladies,
time to punch in.
Let's go.
So what's your story, John?
You ever been a security guard
anywhere else?
- Here and there.
- Mall cop?
Supermarket stiff?
Something like that.
All I'm saying is,
this ain't Walmart.
You ever been robbed before?
Once.
My partner and I were
servicing this ATM.
These two guys
came up with guns.
I tried to be a hero.
Took two in the vest.
They got away.
I got a set of cracked ribs
and a bump in hazard pay.
Don't worry.
Most of the job is like this,
you know?
Sitting around in traffic,
trying not to get carsick.
If the bullets don't get you,
the boredom will.
I've just flagged
the gray van's license plate,
so the plate reader
will alert us
just as soon
as it appears again.
I've also been able
to retrieve some information
from the company's database
about your stops today.
One state bank.
Your cargo is
their employees' tax returns.
[Horn honks]
Your next stop,
Heliogem Incorporated.
But the shipment
is just low-grade stones
for industrial use.
Next stop is
Regan Medical Supply,
manufacturers of...
pacemakers, among other things.
Those are expensive,
hardly something
you can fence on the street.
- Heading your way, Murray.
- Hang on.
The internal manifest shows
that you're actually
picking up raw materials
for pacemakers.
Platinum.
Platinum is priced at
$1,600 an ounce.
That approximately
$25,000 a pound.
There's 50 pound--
Mr. Reese, those cases are worth
about $1.25 million.
That must be the target.
[Tires squealing]
[Laughs] Wow, bro.
You need to relax.
[Sighs]
Come on, Murray, let's go.
[Engine turning over]
I don't understand.
The robbery should have
taken place at the last stop.
All you've got left is
DeWitt Grocery.
That's inconsequential
compared--
[Tires squeal, shouting]
[Breathing heavily]
[Gunshots hitting the van]
Stay here.
[Gunshots]
[Gunshots]
Come on, let's go.
Mr. Reese?
Mr. Reese?
Alpha team is on-site.
They've got their owners,
and we've got ours.
I'll let you know
when it's done.
This is where we part ways.
You're going in alone.
Intel says you can expect
only light resistance.
I've got orders to confiscate
any comm devices you have.
How do we signal for extract?
Use these.
IR chem lights.
A helo's going to meet you
at the LZ.
You've got 72 hours.
We got orders
to make our own way back.
Bird flu must have been
a cover.
The place is under quarantine.
Scaring the locals.
A lot of precautions
for a computer virus.
I'm not sure we're being told
the whole story here.
"Ours is not to reason why."
Isn't that what you taught me?
And I thought
you weren't listening.
Looks like we're
a little late to the party.
Mr. Reese.
[Machines beeping]
Mr. Reese?
You got that ID running?
Mr. Reese?
- What's happening, doctor?
- We're losing him.
[Indistinct]
Standing by. OR three.
- BP 70/52.
- I'm getting no pulse at all.
[Nurse speaking indistinctly]
All right, I'm calling.
[Phone rings]
[Indistinct chatter]
Looks like you
could use some help.
Come on.
Hold on to me.
Bruised ribs.
Bullet hit the vest,
broke the skin.
You're lucky it's not worse.
I wasn't supposed
to help Tommy.
I was supposed to stop him.
Yeah, well, most inside jobs,
guy leaves a door open,
takes a cut.
Guy comes out
blasting like this,
he better have a well-
thought-out exit strategy.
This guy's got a family.
Yeah, we're searching
his house right now,
bringing his wife in
for questioning.
He's got to be
working with somebody.
Well, he needs a fence.
He's still got
to flip that platinum.
Hmm.
[Phone rings]
Yeah?
He's right here with me.
Oh, thank God.
[Phone beeps]
I tracked your phone
to a hospital, but...
- I didn't know--
- It's okay, Harold.
I'm still ticking.
Well, I'm watching
the feed that
we piggybacked off the internal
camera in the truck.
Tommy had a second phone.
Sent a text just
before the robbery.
He must have been signaling
the other robbers.
Well, we gotta track him,
Finch.
I've got to stop Tommy
before he hurts anyone else.
Oh!
[Laughs]
[Children chattering
indistinctly]
Used to play pickup games here
when I was a kid.
You were a kid?
Got into some fights.
Learned how to use my fists.
I need you to do something.
What?
Pick up something in Brooklyn.
Details to follow.
Failure's not an option.
I know you understand
what I'm saying.
Where's your husband,
Mrs. Clay?
I don't know.
I haven't talked
to Tommy all day.
Yeah, well, he's been busy.
He robbed his own truck,
shot two people,
and you still
haven't heard from him.
Tommy is a good person.
He's never talked about
stealing anything off a truck.
Is that right?
Found this in a closet
in your house.
It's for a diamond tennis bracelet,
part of a shipment
Tommy delivered two days ago.
But I guess
it just fell off the truck.
A diamond what?
Tommy didn't give you
a bracelet, did he?
Tommy's having an affair,
so if we find his girlfriend,
we'll find him.
I'm way ahead of you,
Detective.
- Top off?
- Absolutely.
- Anything yet, Finch?
- Yes, as a matter of fact.
One number in her call history
comes up several times
in the last hour.
No name on the account.
Could be Tommy
on a burner phone.
- Can you track him?
- We'll see.
I'm texting him an alluring
photo from Ashley's archive,
hoping it'll get
a quick response.
When he opens the message,
a spyware trojan
embedded in the file
will send his GPS coordinates.
Good.
Mr. Reese, I got a hit
on Tommy's burner phone.
He last checked it
from the Royce motel.
[Suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Tommy's not here.
It looks like the robbers
that were with him are dead.
He's cutting his ties
to the heist,
keeping the loot for himself.
Bodies are still warm.
[Door opens]
Tommy's still here.
[Grunts] Hold it.
So much for the bird flu.
These people were gunned down.
Software engineers,
not soldiers.
Why kill them?
[Gasping]
We got a live one here.
Mostly alive.
[Groans]
_
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_
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_
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what did he say?
[Gunshot]
He said he wanted
something for the pain.
Action here was clean.
Fast.
BMR recon team maybe
or hired guns.
Looks like the package.
Why kill all these people
and leave it behind?
Maybe they copied it.
Or altered it
and left it for us to find.
Helo won't be able
to pick us up till dark.
We need a safe place
to wait for extract.
Safe from whom?
We're the only living people
in this city.
After you.
I should've shot you
and simplified my life.
Pressure getting to you,
Lionel?
- Why are you here?
- Len sent me over.
Presupposed to meet a guy
by the name of Clay.
HR looking
for a cut of the heist?
HR helped set up the heist.
They hand-picked the shooters.
I'm supposed to be
picking up their cut.
You've got a problem.
Tommy Clay's long gone.
And he left his buddies behind.
Ah, jeez.
[Groans]
I don't come back
with the platinum,
hr's gonna think I took it.
That makes me a dead man.
You gotta help me with this.
You got me working with
these guys in the first place.
I'll find Tommy.
- Now off you go.
- Off I go?
What am I gonna tell HR, huh?
You're a talented liar,
Detective, remember?
That's why I picked you.
- You there, Finch?
- Always.
If you're calling to ask
where Tommy is, I don't know.
He destroyed his phone
as soon as he left the motel.
Get anything off the phone?
Only that he uses
the name Ashley
as a password
on almost everything.
Ashley from the diner?
- Must be love.
- And it's mutual.
I checked
her credit card transactions.
She just charged
over $5,000 worth
of Louis Vuitton suitcases.
She's running off with Tommy.
I'll try to intercept her,
and you try to track down Tommy.
I'm not sure he deserves
our protection, Mr. Reese.
He killed his friend
in cold blood
and shot me in the back.
I wasn't thinking
of protecting him.
You're telling me this guy
killed two of our men
and took off
with all the platinum?
Maybe it's beginner's luck.
Getting ambitious, Detective?
Working an angle?
Look, you don't believe me,
go to the hotel.
There's two dead bodies
and two empty cases.
Thing about angles, Fusco,
you add 'em up,
always comes out the same.
[Scoffs]
You know, the longer
we stand here talking,
the further distance
this kid Tommy
is gonna put
between us and our money.
Assuming you're not
shining me on,
there's only so many places
he could fence the platinum.
So where are they?
We'll divvy them up.
No.
We do it together.
That way I can keep
an eye on you.
- Such a long day.
- Oh, I know.
Just want to go home.
- Call me.
- Talk to you later? Bye.
- Hello, Ashley.
- [Gasps]
- Get out of my car.
- No.
Sorry.
You work with Tommy.
What do you want?
You know,
that is a nice bracelet.
Grandma didn't give it to you,
did she?
But I know who did.
Where is he?
Where's Tommy, Ashley?
I don't know.
Honestly, I don't.
- What do you mean?
- [Sighs]
I'm supposed
to wait for him here.
He was gonna pick me up
three hours ago,
so either something terrible
has happened to him or...
He's gone without me.
What was your plan?
I never should
have believed him.
He said he was going
to take me away from all this,
and we were gonna go
to Cabo together.
Well, at least you got
your nice Louis Vuitton bags.
This Tommy's turned out
to be a real operator, Finch.
And right now,
he's putting everyone
in his rearview mirror.
- You got anything?
- Tommy's a creature of habit.
Uses the same password
for everything.
His other habit is buying
Symetel burner phones.
Symetel leases their numbers
in consecutive blocks.
I wrote a script trying
the password "Ashley"
on all new numbers,
and I found his new phone.
Along with web-based voicemail
message he received. Listen.
Got your message.
Arturo's Boxing Club.
I'll be there in an hour.
My guess is this is the man
Tommy's selling the platinum to.
Message was received
45 minutes ago.
On my way.
Give Carter the address.
I'll wrap Tommy up,
give him to her.
[Phone dialing]
[Phone rings]
What's up?
Got a location
on the armored truck robber--
Arturo's Boxing Club in Queens.
- John's on his way there.
- Carter.
Detective, did you hear me?
Hang up.
The CIA's onto me.
You'll have to handle this
on your own.
Agent Snow and...
whatever your name is.
- Evans.
- What do you want?
Oh, to say hi, see how you are.
I'm fine.
What do you want?
We know that you're talking
to the FBI about Reese.
Is there a law against that?
As they've proven
time and again,
the FBI cannot be trusted with
matters of national security.
Do not talk to Agent Donnelly.
Oh, you mean
about our mutual friend.
Why, you're afraid Donnelly's
gonna get to him first?
What exactly are you worried
he's gonna tell him?
Be careful, Detective.
We're closing the net on John.
He's good at hiding,
but I'm good at finding people.
And when I do,
you're gonna want
to be on the right side
of this thing.
Don't talk to Donnelly.
[Sighs]
Mr. Reese, I'm afraid
you're on your own now.
Carter just had a visit from
your old colleagues in the CIA.
Copy that.
[Door opens, closes]
Who is it?
Hey, Tommy.
Johnny.
[Grunts]
[Groans]
That's for shooting me
in the back.
[Grunting]
That's for Murray.
Where's the platinum?
[Laughs] I'm not telling you.
You won't get away with this.
You have no idea
who you're dealing with.
You think?
I'm just as smart
as every one of those jerks.
Tommy, you were clean.
You had a wife, a kid,
no prior record.
But you threw it all away.
Why?
Because every day
for the last ten years,
I've protected
other people's money,
and I have nothing
show for it. Nothing.
So the world owes you,
is that it?
No, it doesn't.
I figured that one out.
Took a while.
You know what else
I figured out?
Hauling around
all that money--
You get what you take.
- So I'm taking mine.
- That's not gonna happen.
The thing about striking out
on your own, Tommy,
is that's usually
how you end up.
Oh, yeah?
I think you got that
just about right.
[Gun clicks]
Hi, Tommy.
Hi, babes.
Help me get rid
of this mope, will you?
Spent decades trying to invent
the perfect nutritional ration.
And it's still inedible.
It's just a matter of time
before this is all obsolete.
We'll still have to eat.
I'm not talking about the MREs.
You got satellites
replacing surveillance teams,
drones replacing
fighter pilots.
So we've outlived
our usefulness?
We'll be replaced by a push
of a button, is that it?
What do you think?
I think we're still here.
You ever wonder
where we get our intel?
I thought
you didn't ask questions,
just followed orders.
I never said it was easy.
Sun's setting.
Time to go.
[Phone ringing] Yeah?
Our friend is
in a bit of trouble.
We need your help.
Who are you talking to?
Uh, I'm busy right now.
I can't talk.
My ex.
Now you're going to tell me
who's coming for us.
Where's the platinum, Tommy?
It's over there under the ring
in that box with the gloves.
So Ashley's the brains,
and you're the muscle.
Is that right, Tommy?
[Chuckles]
We're partners.
She convinced you it was time
to make your move, didn't she?
She said you deserve
more from life.
Ignore him, Tommy.
- I'm so sorry.
- Sorry?
What are you sorry for?
The law of the fishes.
I should've seen it coming.
What are you talking about?
The people I help, I never know
if they're gonna be
the victim or the perp,
but I think, this time,
you're both.
[Gunshot]
Now what?
You think you're going
to walk out of here
and live happily ever after?
You're dealing
with some very bad people.
Shut up.
Right now, you have
what they want,
and they won't stop
until they get it.
First time you shot someone?
First one's hard.
You've probably been thinking
about it for a while,
psyched yourself up.
But the second one
can even be harder.
[Whimpers]
[Gunshot]
All there?
- Yeah.
- Heh, what do you know?
You weren't lying after all.
Well, look who's here...
Carter's guardian angel.
Thought our paths might
cross again at some point.
I think it's your turn to hang
off the side of a building.
Hey, forget him,
let's get out of here.
You're right.
I was gonna have some fun.
[Chuckles]
But I'll just shoot him.
[Gunshot]
Mr. Reese,
everything okay?
Finch, we're going
to need your trunk.
No, I got this one.
I shot him with her gun.
Simple enough to make it look
like Lynch
botched the whole thing.
You're getting good
at this, Lionel.
I was always good at this.
That's why you picked me
in the first place.
Remember?
Time to wrap this up, John.
[Unkle's Lonely Soul]
♪ God knows
you're lonely souls ♪
♪ God knows
you're lonely souls ♪
Listen, Cara, there's
something you need to know--
[Gunshot]
Sorry, John.
Nothing personal.
They told me
you've been compromised,
that as your partner,
it was my mess to clean up.
- [Weak laugh]
- Something funny?
I got the same orders as you.
Whoever sent us here doesn't
want us to retrieve the package.
They want to confirm
it's destroyed.
They want everyone who
had contact with it destroyed.
And you just gave them
a beacon.
[Plane flies overhead]
- Target locked.
- You are clear to engage.
Engaging.
[Bomb whistling]
♪ Just keep on flying ♪
♪ I'm gonna die in a space ♪
♪ that don't hold my fame ♪
Did we actually
accomplish anything here?
We stopped Tommy
from getting away with murder.
That's something.
He didn't stand a chance,
did he?
♪ I believe there's a time ♪
Problem with
trying to be the bad guy...
Is there's always
someone worse.
♪ Cut the cord, my friend ♪
♪ I believe there's a time ♪
Hey, we got a lead on Reese.
An asset in North Korea,
a dissident group helped
an injured CIA operative escape
from a town near Ordos, China,
may 2010.
Ordos?
Must be our guy.
The asset pointed us
to a bank account
out of Grand Cayman.
Same account
was accessed two days ago
at a bank across the street
from the Royal Manhattan hotel.
Meet me there.
[Shower running]
♪ ♪
♪ walking in the cold ♪
♪ just keep on flying ♪
♪ ♪
♪ there'll be a searchlight ♪
♪ on the mountain high ♪
♪ God knows
you're lonely souls ♪
♪ God knows you're
lonely souls ♪
♪ God knows
you're lonely souls ♪
♪ God knows you're
lonely souls ♪
♪ ♪
[Silenced gunshot]
♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah ♪
[Silenced gunshot, grunting]
Hello, Mark.
Have a seat.
[Groans]
We have some catching up to do.
♪ Lonely souls ♪
♪ lonely souls ♪
Stay tuned for scenes
from our next episode.
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.
Tell me where he is.
We could do this all night.
Look at me.
Sooner or later,
you're gonna start
talking to me.
Let's try
some nonverbal communication.
[Groans] Aah!
[Grunts]
[Phone dialing, ringing]
It's me.
Jessica, I mean.
I don't even know if
you check this number.
Um, I need to talk.
[Phone beeps]
[Phone rings]
[Phone ringing]
[Exhales heavily]
Jessica, I got your message.
I didn't know
if you'd call me back.
We haven't talked in--
What, four years?
What's wrong?
Is everything okay with Peter?
Yeah, he's fine.
We're both fine.
I just...
Needed a friend
that I could talk to.
Something's wrong.
Talk to me.
You said that, in the end,
we were all alone.
I should go.
Jess.
Bye, John.
I'm coming to get you.
I'll be there in 24 hours.
Wait for me.
[Whispering] I'll wait.
It all comes down
to a matter of trust,
the foundation
of any healthy relationship.
I just need to know
where this is headed.
Trust is
a two-way street, Carter.
I know.
I do trust you
and your friend--
The two people
I know the least.
It's the job
I'm not sure about anymore.
I don't know who's
got my back on the force.
I'm pretty sure the guy across
the desk from me is dirty.
Well, I'll keep my eye on him.
I need to know more, John.
I need to know just as much
as you and your friend do
about these cases
we're working.
Okay, let's work
this one together.
This guy over here
with his girl?
Yeah, only that's not his girl.
That's his girl.
- You worthless, lying dirtbag!
- [Gasps]
[Gunshot]
You're under arrest.
I thought you said we were
working this one together.
We are.
You're taking care
of the shooter,
and I'm making sure
the cheating boyfriend
doesn't get hurt.
Looks fine to me.
[Scoffs]
Mr. Reese, a new number
has come in.
Have you and Detective Carter
wrapped things up
on the last one?
Just about.
You still haven't said
why you brought me in.
Sit down.
Police raffle.
You're the big winner.
Where's the money you owe?
What?
We don't pay the police.
We kick back to the mob.
[Kicking chair]
That chapter's closed.
You pay HR now.
Where is my money?
- I can't hear you.
- All right.
[Grunts] I'll get your money.
But I gotta take you there.
You go with him and get it.
Based on her remarks
at the bar,
sounds like Detective Carter
is eyeing Fusco.
Isn't it time we told her
that he's working with HR
at our behest?
Not yet.
And after all that talk
about honesty.
It's safer for both of them.
The less people
who know about Fusco,
the less danger he's in.
So now you're protecting Fusco?
I'm protecting an asset.
Who's the new number?
Tommy Clay.
Lives in Queens.
Married ten years
to wife Joyce.
They have
a nine-year-old son.
No criminal record.
He pays his taxes,
goes to church
every Sunday
except during football season.
An ordinary guy.
What's the threat?
Did I mention what
our number does for a living?
Tommy Clay works
for Grayling Armored Services.
You'll be a trainee
working under him,
and today is training day.
The crew consists of a driver,
Murray Langston, been working
at grayling for 20 years.
Tommy is the hopper,
the most dangerous position
on the crew,
because he has
to leave the truck
to pick up and drop off cargo.
And then there's the guard,
which is you.
If the machine
gave us Tommy's number...
Somebody's probably
planning a robbery.
73% of all armored car robberies
happen when the hopper's
away from the truck,
so if they're gonna hit you,
that's when it'll happen.
GSM link established.
The plate reader will scan any
license in its line of sight.
Let us know if anyone's
following the truck,
casing it for a robbery.
First thing, we don't always
know what we're carrying.
It's not on the manifest?
Not specifics, John.
Your name's John, right?
Sometimes a client
tells us what it is.
Sometimes they don't.
So treat every day
as if you're gonna get hit.
That's a good philosophy
for life.
Hey, Murray,
Johnny here is a philosopher.
Smart.
He must have deep thoughts.
Just don't get caught
napping on my watch.
These guys aren't ready
for any real threat, Finch.
Their vests are loose,
magazines are stored
the wrong way...
We need to put a face
to the threat.
Cross-checking every plate
from the reader
to see if
they're being followed.
You almost look like
you know what you're doing.
- Did you miss me?
- More than you know.
- Watch my back, hero.
- Found something.
One plate comes up
three times today.
Someone's following the truck.
I got guys headed
this way with guns.
- Southeast corner.
- Go, go, go, go.
What's happening,
Mr. Reese?
John, back here!
Help!
Mr. Reese?
[Growling]
[Snarling, speaking gibberish]
[Laughs]
Smile, rookie!
Hey, relax, Johnny.
[Laughs]
That's not a toy, you know.
You could kill somebody
with that thing.
[Laughter]
All right, you got me.
False alarm, Finch.
It was just a prank.
Well, that's endearing.
Unfortunately, the machine
never issues a false alarm.
The robbery will happen.
And when it does,
this crew's in big trouble.
How's our guy doing?
I'm making progress,
softening him up a bit.
Doesn't matter.
You've been reassigned.
You head out tonight.
China.
No can do.
I need to take leave--
Family emergency.
You don't have
any family, Reese,
and I've been assured
that the situation is... urgent.
So find someone else.
There's no time
to find someone else.
We've lost control
of a certain item.
Securing it is
the highest priority.
- Do you understand?
- We understand.
You lost something.
You need us to get it back.
What are we looking for?
Are you familiar with Stuxnet?
Computer virus.
Built by us to disable
the iranian nuclear program.
The package you're looking
for is similar.
Only this one
targets the Chinese.
That's correct.
We believe someone
inside the Pentagon
sold a secure laptop containing
some of the source code
to a Chinese firm.
They may be studying the code
to inoculate their devices,
or they may be
modifying the code
to target the US
nuclear infrastructure.
Either way,
we need the laptop returned.
- Where are we going?
- Ordos.
It's a company town
in the middle of China.
It was built
for a million people,
only the company
that built it folded.
It's a ghost town.
No residents.
So you're gonna
fly into Beijing.
Diplomatic cover,
two weeks to gather intel,
then you're going in.
The laptop has to be handled
with extreme caution,
so no phones.
No network devices of any kind.
This software will exploit
any open communication channel.
Understood?
Let's go.
Reese.
One more thing.
[Door closes]
After you secure the package,
you're to retire Agent Stanton.
You're telling me
to kill my partner?
We've intercepted
unauthorized communications
between her and this man,
a go-between
for Hezbollah.
Large deposits
into an off-shore account.
She's been compromised.
As her partner,
you should have noticed.
We clean up
our own mess, Reese.
You know that.
You get this done, you can
have all the leave you need.
You understand?
[Dials number]
[Phone ringing]
This is Jessica.
You missed me.
Leave a message.
[Beep]
[Phone beeps]
What are we looking at?
I've hacked
the truck company's servers
and retrieved your route
for today.
If I know the pickup locations,
I can narrow down
where the robber might hit.
Carter get back to you
on the plate
of the car following us?
Not yet.
[Cell phone rings]
[Phone beeps]
Lionel, you've been quiet.
I was getting worried.
Yeah, it's like the wild,
wild west out here with Lynch.
HR's getting short on funds
since we took down Elias,
so he's chasing down street
money with a baseball bat.
Not like I didn't have
enough enemies on the street.
Keep gathering intel.
We need to know
their leadership.
Take down
the remaining players.
At least I'm getting a cut
for my efforts.
What do you want me to do
with the money?
I care about HR, Fusco,
not the money.
What you do with it
is your business.
Ah.
[Phone beeps]
[Car door opens]
- Hey, dad.
- Hey, buddy.
What do you say
I take you after practice,
get you some new gear?
- Really?
- Yeah, why not?
These pictures you sent over
look suspiciously like the ones
from our automated
license plate readers.
Did you take one off my car?
Well, no...
Not your car.
I'll pretend
I didn't hear that.
Anyway, the plate belongs
to a '95 gray Chevrolet van,
registered to the 72-year-old
transit authority administrator.
A 72-year-old that's
casing an armored car?
That's why I dug
a little deeper.
Apparently the owner's nephew,
Frank Lowell,
was paroled two months ago.
Busted back in '05
for armed robbery,
along with buddy, Mick Norton,
released last year.
I just sent the photos to you.
You might need help
with these two.
I got it covered.
Hey, did you catch up
on your beauty sleep, sunshine?
Not so much.
I had a nightmare I was working
with a bunch of clowns.
[Laughs]
Yeah, well, that's Tommy.
He's always clowning around.
Is that Tommy's wife?
Talk about a ball buster.
I celebrate
the anniversary of my divorce
like it's new year's Eve.
This job is stressful enough.
No one needs that nonsense
to come home to, no.
Marriage is a racket.
Back for more, John?
Oh, I see Murray here skipped
his morning pilates again.
Yeah, I'm starting
a new French toast regimen.
- Who's your friend, Tommy?
- Hey.
John the newbie, Ashley.
He needs to learn the ropes,
and I'm the ropes master.
What are you having, hon?
Something you can
put in the bag.
I always stick
with a fried egg sandwich.
Yeah, but that's because you
can't read the rest of the menu.
Coffee's fine, thank you.
Whoa, that's
a nice bracelet, huh?
Who's the lucky stiff, Ashley?
It's nothing. It's just
a present from my grandma.
She's got good taste.
I threw in
a little extra hot sauce
with your sandwich, Tommy.
Whoa, Tommy, you got
a little extra hot sauce, huh?
Hey, married man over here.
Yeah, more like half a man.
All right, ladies,
time to punch in.
Let's go.
So what's your story, John?
You ever been a security guard
anywhere else?
- Here and there.
- Mall cop?
Supermarket stiff?
Something like that.
All I'm saying is,
this ain't Walmart.
You ever been robbed before?
Once.
My partner and I were
servicing this ATM.
These two guys
came up with guns.
I tried to be a hero.
Took two in the vest.
They got away.
I got a set of cracked ribs
and a bump in hazard pay.
Don't worry.
Most of the job is like this,
you know?
Sitting around in traffic,
trying not to get carsick.
If the bullets don't get you,
the boredom will.
I've just flagged
the gray van's license plate,
so the plate reader
will alert us
just as soon
as it appears again.
I've also been able
to retrieve some information
from the company's database
about your stops today.
One state bank.
Your cargo is
their employees' tax returns.
[Horn honks]
Your next stop,
Heliogem Incorporated.
But the shipment
is just low-grade stones
for industrial use.
Next stop is
Regan Medical Supply,
manufacturers of...
pacemakers, among other things.
Those are expensive,
hardly something
you can fence on the street.
- Heading your way, Murray.
- Hang on.
The internal manifest shows
that you're actually
picking up raw materials
for pacemakers.
Platinum.
Platinum is priced at
$1,600 an ounce.
That approximately
$25,000 a pound.
There's 50 pound--
Mr. Reese, those cases are worth
about $1.25 million.
That must be the target.
[Tires squealing]
[Laughs] Wow, bro.
You need to relax.
[Sighs]
Come on, Murray, let's go.
[Engine turning over]
I don't understand.
The robbery should have
taken place at the last stop.
All you've got left is
DeWitt Grocery.
That's inconsequential
compared--
[Tires squeal, shouting]
[Breathing heavily]
[Gunshots hitting the van]
Stay here.
[Gunshots]
[Gunshots]
Come on, let's go.
Mr. Reese?
Mr. Reese?
Alpha team is on-site.
They've got their owners,
and we've got ours.
I'll let you know
when it's done.
This is where we part ways.
You're going in alone.
Intel says you can expect
only light resistance.
I've got orders to confiscate
any comm devices you have.
How do we signal for extract?
Use these.
IR chem lights.
A helo's going to meet you
at the LZ.
You've got 72 hours.
We got orders
to make our own way back.
Bird flu must have been
a cover.
The place is under quarantine.
Scaring the locals.
A lot of precautions
for a computer virus.
I'm not sure we're being told
the whole story here.
"Ours is not to reason why."
Isn't that what you taught me?
And I thought
you weren't listening.
Looks like we're
a little late to the party.
Mr. Reese.
[Machines beeping]
Mr. Reese?
You got that ID running?
Mr. Reese?
- What's happening, doctor?
- We're losing him.
[Indistinct]
Standing by. OR three.
- BP 70/52.
- I'm getting no pulse at all.
[Nurse speaking indistinctly]
All right, I'm calling.
[Phone rings]
[Indistinct chatter]
Looks like you
could use some help.
Come on.
Hold on to me.
Bruised ribs.
Bullet hit the vest,
broke the skin.
You're lucky it's not worse.
I wasn't supposed
to help Tommy.
I was supposed to stop him.
Yeah, well, most inside jobs,
guy leaves a door open,
takes a cut.
Guy comes out
blasting like this,
he better have a well-
thought-out exit strategy.
This guy's got a family.
Yeah, we're searching
his house right now,
bringing his wife in
for questioning.
He's got to be
working with somebody.
Well, he needs a fence.
He's still got
to flip that platinum.
Hmm.
[Phone rings]
Yeah?
He's right here with me.
Oh, thank God.
[Phone beeps]
I tracked your phone
to a hospital, but...
- I didn't know--
- It's okay, Harold.
I'm still ticking.
Well, I'm watching
the feed that
we piggybacked off the internal
camera in the truck.
Tommy had a second phone.
Sent a text just
before the robbery.
He must have been signaling
the other robbers.
Well, we gotta track him,
Finch.
I've got to stop Tommy
before he hurts anyone else.
Oh!
[Laughs]
[Children chattering
indistinctly]
Used to play pickup games here
when I was a kid.
You were a kid?
Got into some fights.
Learned how to use my fists.
I need you to do something.
What?
Pick up something in Brooklyn.
Details to follow.
Failure's not an option.
I know you understand
what I'm saying.
Where's your husband,
Mrs. Clay?
I don't know.
I haven't talked
to Tommy all day.
Yeah, well, he's been busy.
He robbed his own truck,
shot two people,
and you still
haven't heard from him.
Tommy is a good person.
He's never talked about
stealing anything off a truck.
Is that right?
Found this in a closet
in your house.
It's for a diamond tennis bracelet,
part of a shipment
Tommy delivered two days ago.
But I guess
it just fell off the truck.
A diamond what?
Tommy didn't give you
a bracelet, did he?
Tommy's having an affair,
so if we find his girlfriend,
we'll find him.
I'm way ahead of you,
Detective.
- Top off?
- Absolutely.
- Anything yet, Finch?
- Yes, as a matter of fact.
One number in her call history
comes up several times
in the last hour.
No name on the account.
Could be Tommy
on a burner phone.
- Can you track him?
- We'll see.
I'm texting him an alluring
photo from Ashley's archive,
hoping it'll get
a quick response.
When he opens the message,
a spyware trojan
embedded in the file
will send his GPS coordinates.
Good.
Mr. Reese, I got a hit
on Tommy's burner phone.
He last checked it
from the Royce motel.
[Suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Tommy's not here.
It looks like the robbers
that were with him are dead.
He's cutting his ties
to the heist,
keeping the loot for himself.
Bodies are still warm.
[Door opens]
Tommy's still here.
[Grunts] Hold it.
So much for the bird flu.
These people were gunned down.
Software engineers,
not soldiers.
Why kill them?
[Gasping]
We got a live one here.
Mostly alive.
[Groans]
_
_
_
_
_
_
_
what did he say?
[Gunshot]
He said he wanted
something for the pain.
Action here was clean.
Fast.
BMR recon team maybe
or hired guns.
Looks like the package.
Why kill all these people
and leave it behind?
Maybe they copied it.
Or altered it
and left it for us to find.
Helo won't be able
to pick us up till dark.
We need a safe place
to wait for extract.
Safe from whom?
We're the only living people
in this city.
After you.
I should've shot you
and simplified my life.
Pressure getting to you,
Lionel?
- Why are you here?
- Len sent me over.
Presupposed to meet a guy
by the name of Clay.
HR looking
for a cut of the heist?
HR helped set up the heist.
They hand-picked the shooters.
I'm supposed to be
picking up their cut.
You've got a problem.
Tommy Clay's long gone.
And he left his buddies behind.
Ah, jeez.
[Groans]
I don't come back
with the platinum,
hr's gonna think I took it.
That makes me a dead man.
You gotta help me with this.
You got me working with
these guys in the first place.
I'll find Tommy.
- Now off you go.
- Off I go?
What am I gonna tell HR, huh?
You're a talented liar,
Detective, remember?
That's why I picked you.
- You there, Finch?
- Always.
If you're calling to ask
where Tommy is, I don't know.
He destroyed his phone
as soon as he left the motel.
Get anything off the phone?
Only that he uses
the name Ashley
as a password
on almost everything.
Ashley from the diner?
- Must be love.
- And it's mutual.
I checked
her credit card transactions.
She just charged
over $5,000 worth
of Louis Vuitton suitcases.
She's running off with Tommy.
I'll try to intercept her,
and you try to track down Tommy.
I'm not sure he deserves
our protection, Mr. Reese.
He killed his friend
in cold blood
and shot me in the back.
I wasn't thinking
of protecting him.
You're telling me this guy
killed two of our men
and took off
with all the platinum?
Maybe it's beginner's luck.
Getting ambitious, Detective?
Working an angle?
Look, you don't believe me,
go to the hotel.
There's two dead bodies
and two empty cases.
Thing about angles, Fusco,
you add 'em up,
always comes out the same.
[Scoffs]
You know, the longer
we stand here talking,
the further distance
this kid Tommy
is gonna put
between us and our money.
Assuming you're not
shining me on,
there's only so many places
he could fence the platinum.
So where are they?
We'll divvy them up.
No.
We do it together.
That way I can keep
an eye on you.
- Such a long day.
- Oh, I know.
Just want to go home.
- Call me.
- Talk to you later? Bye.
- Hello, Ashley.
- [Gasps]
- Get out of my car.
- No.
Sorry.
You work with Tommy.
What do you want?
You know,
that is a nice bracelet.
Grandma didn't give it to you,
did she?
But I know who did.
Where is he?
Where's Tommy, Ashley?
I don't know.
Honestly, I don't.
- What do you mean?
- [Sighs]
I'm supposed
to wait for him here.
He was gonna pick me up
three hours ago,
so either something terrible
has happened to him or...
He's gone without me.
What was your plan?
I never should
have believed him.
He said he was going
to take me away from all this,
and we were gonna go
to Cabo together.
Well, at least you got
your nice Louis Vuitton bags.
This Tommy's turned out
to be a real operator, Finch.
And right now,
he's putting everyone
in his rearview mirror.
- You got anything?
- Tommy's a creature of habit.
Uses the same password
for everything.
His other habit is buying
Symetel burner phones.
Symetel leases their numbers
in consecutive blocks.
I wrote a script trying
the password "Ashley"
on all new numbers,
and I found his new phone.
Along with web-based voicemail
message he received. Listen.
Got your message.
Arturo's Boxing Club.
I'll be there in an hour.
My guess is this is the man
Tommy's selling the platinum to.
Message was received
45 minutes ago.
On my way.
Give Carter the address.
I'll wrap Tommy up,
give him to her.
[Phone dialing]
[Phone rings]
What's up?
Got a location
on the armored truck robber--
Arturo's Boxing Club in Queens.
- John's on his way there.
- Carter.
Detective, did you hear me?
Hang up.
The CIA's onto me.
You'll have to handle this
on your own.
Agent Snow and...
whatever your name is.
- Evans.
- What do you want?
Oh, to say hi, see how you are.
I'm fine.
What do you want?
We know that you're talking
to the FBI about Reese.
Is there a law against that?
As they've proven
time and again,
the FBI cannot be trusted with
matters of national security.
Do not talk to Agent Donnelly.
Oh, you mean
about our mutual friend.
Why, you're afraid Donnelly's
gonna get to him first?
What exactly are you worried
he's gonna tell him?
Be careful, Detective.
We're closing the net on John.
He's good at hiding,
but I'm good at finding people.
And when I do,
you're gonna want
to be on the right side
of this thing.
Don't talk to Donnelly.
[Sighs]
Mr. Reese, I'm afraid
you're on your own now.
Carter just had a visit from
your old colleagues in the CIA.
Copy that.
[Door opens, closes]
Who is it?
Hey, Tommy.
Johnny.
[Grunts]
[Groans]
That's for shooting me
in the back.
[Grunting]
That's for Murray.
Where's the platinum?
[Laughs] I'm not telling you.
You won't get away with this.
You have no idea
who you're dealing with.
You think?
I'm just as smart
as every one of those jerks.
Tommy, you were clean.
You had a wife, a kid,
no prior record.
But you threw it all away.
Why?
Because every day
for the last ten years,
I've protected
other people's money,
and I have nothing
show for it. Nothing.
So the world owes you,
is that it?
No, it doesn't.
I figured that one out.
Took a while.
You know what else
I figured out?
Hauling around
all that money--
You get what you take.
- So I'm taking mine.
- That's not gonna happen.
The thing about striking out
on your own, Tommy,
is that's usually
how you end up.
Oh, yeah?
I think you got that
just about right.
[Gun clicks]
Hi, Tommy.
Hi, babes.
Help me get rid
of this mope, will you?
Spent decades trying to invent
the perfect nutritional ration.
And it's still inedible.
It's just a matter of time
before this is all obsolete.
We'll still have to eat.
I'm not talking about the MREs.
You got satellites
replacing surveillance teams,
drones replacing
fighter pilots.
So we've outlived
our usefulness?
We'll be replaced by a push
of a button, is that it?
What do you think?
I think we're still here.
You ever wonder
where we get our intel?
I thought
you didn't ask questions,
just followed orders.
I never said it was easy.
Sun's setting.
Time to go.
[Phone ringing] Yeah?
Our friend is
in a bit of trouble.
We need your help.
Who are you talking to?
Uh, I'm busy right now.
I can't talk.
My ex.
Now you're going to tell me
who's coming for us.
Where's the platinum, Tommy?
It's over there under the ring
in that box with the gloves.
So Ashley's the brains,
and you're the muscle.
Is that right, Tommy?
[Chuckles]
We're partners.
She convinced you it was time
to make your move, didn't she?
She said you deserve
more from life.
Ignore him, Tommy.
- I'm so sorry.
- Sorry?
What are you sorry for?
The law of the fishes.
I should've seen it coming.
What are you talking about?
The people I help, I never know
if they're gonna be
the victim or the perp,
but I think, this time,
you're both.
[Gunshot]
Now what?
You think you're going
to walk out of here
and live happily ever after?
You're dealing
with some very bad people.
Shut up.
Right now, you have
what they want,
and they won't stop
until they get it.
First time you shot someone?
First one's hard.
You've probably been thinking
about it for a while,
psyched yourself up.
But the second one
can even be harder.
[Whimpers]
[Gunshot]
All there?
- Yeah.
- Heh, what do you know?
You weren't lying after all.
Well, look who's here...
Carter's guardian angel.
Thought our paths might
cross again at some point.
I think it's your turn to hang
off the side of a building.
Hey, forget him,
let's get out of here.
You're right.
I was gonna have some fun.
[Chuckles]
But I'll just shoot him.
[Gunshot]
Mr. Reese,
everything okay?
Finch, we're going
to need your trunk.
No, I got this one.
I shot him with her gun.
Simple enough to make it look
like Lynch
botched the whole thing.
You're getting good
at this, Lionel.
I was always good at this.
That's why you picked me
in the first place.
Remember?
Time to wrap this up, John.
[Unkle's Lonely Soul]
♪ God knows
you're lonely souls ♪
♪ God knows
you're lonely souls ♪
Listen, Cara, there's
something you need to know--
[Gunshot]
Sorry, John.
Nothing personal.
They told me
you've been compromised,
that as your partner,
it was my mess to clean up.
- [Weak laugh]
- Something funny?
I got the same orders as you.
Whoever sent us here doesn't
want us to retrieve the package.
They want to confirm
it's destroyed.
They want everyone who
had contact with it destroyed.
And you just gave them
a beacon.
[Plane flies overhead]
- Target locked.
- You are clear to engage.
Engaging.
[Bomb whistling]
♪ Just keep on flying ♪
♪ I'm gonna die in a space ♪
♪ that don't hold my fame ♪
Did we actually
accomplish anything here?
We stopped Tommy
from getting away with murder.
That's something.
He didn't stand a chance,
did he?
♪ I believe there's a time ♪
Problem with
trying to be the bad guy...
Is there's always
someone worse.
♪ Cut the cord, my friend ♪
♪ I believe there's a time ♪
Hey, we got a lead on Reese.
An asset in North Korea,
a dissident group helped
an injured CIA operative escape
from a town near Ordos, China,
may 2010.
Ordos?
Must be our guy.
The asset pointed us
to a bank account
out of Grand Cayman.
Same account
was accessed two days ago
at a bank across the street
from the Royal Manhattan hotel.
Meet me there.
[Shower running]
♪ ♪
♪ walking in the cold ♪
♪ just keep on flying ♪
♪ ♪
♪ there'll be a searchlight ♪
♪ on the mountain high ♪
♪ God knows
you're lonely souls ♪
♪ God knows you're
lonely souls ♪
♪ God knows
you're lonely souls ♪
♪ God knows you're
lonely souls ♪
♪ ♪
[Silenced gunshot]
♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah ♪
[Silenced gunshot, grunting]
Hello, Mark.
Have a seat.
[Groans]
We have some catching up to do.
♪ Lonely souls ♪
♪ lonely souls ♪
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from our next episode.