Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 4, Episode 8 - Point of Origin - full transcript
Reese volunteers as an NYPD police academy instructor in order to keep an eye on a talented young officer whose suspicious actions make him question her motives. Meanwhile, Martine, armed with information from Samaritan, hunts a member of the team.
FINCH:
We are being watched.
The government has a secret system.
A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.
I designed the machine to detect
that acts of terror, but it sees everything
Violent crimes involving
ordinary people.
The government
considers these people irrelevant.
We don't.
Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.
You'll never find us.
But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.
MAN:
I'm going in alone.
[GRUNTING]
[ALARM WAILING]
WOMAN [ON PA]:
Academy exercise terminated.
Sorry, instructor. You didn't say
we couldn't use the fire escape.
Guess I can't fault you
for painting outside the lines.
Sounds like you're enjoying
your temporary assignment...
...as a weapons and tactics
instructor, Mr. Reese.
Lucky the academy
was a bit short-handed.
And our new number?
She doesn't need much instruction.
She must be a natural, because Detective
Fusco just send me her background check...
...and Silva comes from a middle
class family in Rochester...
...bachelor's in criminal justice,
3.0 GPA.
Everything's suggesting
that she's quite average.
- I'd call her unconventional.
- Sounds like someone I know.
Good work, recruits.
Let's clean them,
rack them and stack them.
Hey, Silva, whose team
were you on out there?
Excuse me.
Broke ranks and the rules, check yourself
before your antics cost all of us.
Why don't you try pulling your own weight,
Dutch-boy?
Police are supposed to enforce
the rules, not break them.
Well, maybe I'm not done breaking things.
Easy there, iceman, no need for jealousy.
N.Y.P.D. will always need dispatchers.
Next time's real weapons with live rounds.
Be a shame if there was
a training accident.
Yeah, watch your back.
Our recruit has an enemy inside the class.
As if law enforcement
wasn't already dangerous enough.
REESE: Well, if recruit Kane has his way,
Silva won't make it that far.
Threat looks like a fellow cadet.
Forget that meter maid,
teach me some of those tactics.
- What's in it for me?
- I got clean-up.
Sure thing, Ortiz.
Apparently even an expert marksman
like you...
...still has a thing or two
to learn about tactics.
Iris, are you stalking me?
Don't be ridiculous.
I just finished teaching a class...
...on the importance of mental health
to some new recruits.
Maybe you should sit in sometime.
That reminds me. Thank you for the
endorsement of my instructor position.
Well, given the ongoing
IA investigation...
...and your recent firing of a weapon
inside a police precinct...
...figured it couldn't hurt
to get you reacquainted with the rules.
You making progress
on the excessive-force front?
Yes, we are.
I'll see you tomorrow morning
for your appointment.
Bright and early, doc.
FINCH:
Still have eyes on our number, Mr. Reese?
REESE:
Yes, and we're about to get ears.
Silva. Hey, you coming out with us
for a beer?
- Can't tonight, got a date.
- Yeah, no problem. Maybe another time.
Perhaps you should look into Silva's date.
I would, Harold, except you're not
the only one with homework to grade.
Gotta hand off to the night crew.
Sounds like Detective Fusco 's
gonna have to pick up an extra shift.
Samaritan's uncovered
evidence that an ISA agent...
...allowed members of a criminal outfit
to escape with our virus.
Escape from surveillance?
One of them has proven
to be particularly elusive...
...avoiding cameras and detection.
Makes me wonder if he might be related
to our underground friends.
Of course you want me
to track her down.
Perfect task for a former investigator
for the Hague, don't you think?
These crews are audacious,
but predictable.
They hide in plain sight
behind everyday 9-to-5 cover jobs...
...luring them into a
false sense of security.
- The thing they always forget...?
- Relationships.
No matter who they become
or where they hide...
...there will always be
the people they meet.
The people they love,
the people they wrong.
All of whom can be leveraged.
Good old-fashioned human intelligence.
Just need the first thread.
Start pulling.
Meanwhile, Samaritan
will continue to do its part.
SHAW:
Our recruit's still waiting on her date.
You know, of all my confidential
informants, you got the nicest wheels.
Just feel lucky
I'm not making you pay this C.l.
This Estée Lauder gig pays like crap
if it weren't for the perks.
- Perks?
- Yeah, the free eyeliner.
Well, the five-finger free.
You wear makeup?
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
FUSCO:
Hey, Maybelline, check this out.
I thought wonderboy said that Silva
was too busy to join her classmates.
SHAW: Well, apparently
she's not too busy to case them.
FUSCO:
Looks like her date just showed up.
- These them?
- Those are the targets.
You ready to move on this?
Say the word.
Keep it stealth, stick to the plan.
FUSCO:
I don't know who Deep Throat is.
But I think our recruit
is a little more than anti-social.
SHAW:
Yeah, I'd say.
Sounds like she's planning
on taking out the competition.
FINCH:
Any updates on Silva's target, Mr. Reese?
No, but she's applying her lessons
on curb searches.
By going through their trash.
[PHONE BUZZING]
Any clues on Silva's phone.
I've combed through the data.
She's collecting personal information
on the other recruits.
Phone numbers, e-mail accounts,
home addresses.
Even locker combinations.
A mole inside the academy.
Just when we flushed out HR.
May be searching for recruits
who can be blackmailed.
Question is who is she working for?
Hey, going through the trash?
I threw away a receipt.
- You missed a good time last night.
- Sorry I couldn't make it.
Oh, no worries. Maybe we can
grab a bite to eat after class tonight.
Sorry, I wish I could, but I
have an important appointment.
- Rain check?
- Yeah. No problem.
Sounds like Silva has an admirer.
I don't think it's mutual.
Anything on Silva's date
from last night?
Shaw and Fusco followed him
to the suburbs.
Still working on it.
[FUSCO SNORING]
Um...
Deep Throat's a late riser, huh?
If he takes any longer
I'm gonna ruin this upholstered leather.
FUSCO:
Heads up, there's our guy.
Should we follow him?
I put a tracker in that clunker.
Plus, I'm betting there's more secrets
inside the house.
- Come on.
- Hey, wait for me.
GUARD 1:
1258, coming through.
GUARD 2:
You got 10 minutes.
Where is my regular attorney?
We had a deal.
He got reassigned.
Not to worry though.
The drug charge won't stick.
But we need to review a few things.
How did you come to work
for Tomas' crew?
Attorney-client privilege. And I
checked the observation room just in case.
Rest assured, no one's watching.
You do a few little jobs first.
Build a reputation.
Then when you're good,
you get recommended.
At the end of the day,
it's all about relationships.
You are trusting people
with your life.
So who recommended you?
No names. Not even to lawyers.
And what does any of this
have to do with my drug case?
Unless you wanna risk doing time,
we need to be thorough.
So I'll ask you again.
Who recommended you
to Tomas' crew?
And who recommended
your replacement?
You're fired.
We weren't done talking.
Like you said, Katya,
at the end of the day...
...it's all about relationships.
There is a guy.
His name's Romeo.
- Thanks for those tips on tactics.
- You're starting to catch on. Anytime.
- See you later, Ortiz.
- Take it easy.
Wait. Not so fast, detective.
You missed your appointment
this morning. You're being evasive.
Sorry about that. How about we...
Continue building on our progress?
Great idea.
- It's not a good time.
- Would you rather I pull my endorsement...
...of your instructor position?
- Yeah, how about a walk and talk.
What? Uh...
Sure, fine.
We can start where we left off.
Your hero complex.
Which men often develop
in response to being bullied as a child.
Iris, my school didn't have bullies.
I kept them in line.
Bullying bullies is kind of the
very definition of a hero complex.
SHAW:
Reese, we got a problem.
Silva isn't a recruit, she's already a cop.
She's hunting a mole inside the academy.
According to her last entry,
she already knows who it is.
You seem distracted.
[ENGINE STARTS]
- There's something else on your mind?
- You could say that.
Look, I'm not sure
what you're running from...
I'm not running from anything,
I'm trying to save someone.
Get down.
[SCREAMS]
It's all right. Come on.
What just happened?
You were saying about my hero complex?
Boys, we got this wrong.
SHAW: Silva isn't the perpetrator,
she's the victim.
And our undercover cop's just been outed.
What the hell was that all about?
Why were they shooting at us?
I'll explain it all later.
You were following me.
You first.
Why are you casing your classmates?
- I don't have time for this.
- I know you're a cop.
The tactical course, the way you just handled
yourself, this isn't your first rodeo.
You've been through the academy before.
Yes, I'm a cop.
- Internal Affairs?
- I've said enough.
Why is IA interested in the academy?
Is there a mole?
Look, right now I need to get to my handler.
If I'm compromised, it means he is too.
- So we'll call him.
- No, nothing digital. I can explain more later...
...but right this second
I need to warn him in person.
Well, I'm coming as your backup.
Just don't get kneecapped
like you did in training.
Careful, John. If Silva's Internal Affairs,
she's not just our number...
...she's a threat to your cover.
FUSCO: The RTCC tracked the shooter's
SUV to this neighborhood.
SHAW: Tally-ho, he's headed
into that community center.
This place used to be dump.
Someone gave it a fresh coat.
FUSCO: Heads up, that guy matches
the description of our shooter.
Secure texting. Smart.
WOMAN:
You kids listen up.
You tell your mother
to catch up on your tuition, you hear?
And you, keep your head on the swivel.
Them city coveralls be coming
to fix them cameras real soon.
Yeah, hold up.
Get a new ball.
That one look like the nut sack
on a water buffalo.
All right, Meech, I'll see you now.
You got it? Good. Meet in an hour.
- Mini?
- You know that guy?
SHAW:
Dominic's muscle.
- We have history.
- Dominic?
So it's the Brotherhood trying
to kill an IA cop?
- Why would they do that?
- To protect their mole.
Are you getting all this, Finch?
Gang money,
winning the local hearts and minds.
Yeah, but knowing Dominic,
it's the Pablo Escobar version.
If he can't win the former,
he'll just put two in the latter.
How's it going out there?
Boys seeing the light,
coming over from all them other gangs...
...just like them Trinitarios.
They all take a knee
when you show them the green.
Dominoes are tumbling.
- Except one.
- Elias.
Still some ranks protecting their old lion.
Somehow he keeps his pride intact.
He's got to have someone,
somewhere helping him hold it all together.
Gonna take some time before we get
some dirt on them Italian boys.
That omerta and all, you know.
Who says we have to do the digging.
This is a strategic war.
We gotta play smarter.
He's talking one hell of a good game
for a gun toter.
- What have you got?
MEECH: Silva gave us the slip.
Had help from some damn cop in a suit.
You just jeopardized
six months of hard work.
- Seeing as how you can't do your job...
MEECH: No.
I'll make it right. Promise, man. Please.
Like I told all of you.
We all die in the end.
You finish, have the janitor mop up.
Man owes me.
Finch, I think we underestimated Mini.
He just ordered an execution.
Oh. Oh, no.
Ms. Shaw, we had it all wrong.
Mini isn't the guy taking orders...
...he's the one giving them.
I'm begging you. Please, Dominic!
- Dominic.
- That's Dominic?
Son of a... We have unfinished business.
KIDS:
Let's go.
- Bring him. We'll mop up elsewhere.
MEECH: Come on, please.
Wait, wait. We can't do this here.
One of these kids'll catch a stray bullet.
- Dominic, it's me, Meech.
FINCH: Save it, Ms. Shaw.
Something tells me we haven't
seen the last of Dominic.
DOMINIC: Meech.
FLOYD: All mopped up.
But what if that tall cop
keeps showing his head.
There'll always be cops,
just like there'll always be gangsters.
And then there are the pawns,
chumps caught in the middle.
Here you go. Mission complete.
- How's that?
- Like we agreed.
You help my uncle with the drug charges
and some work...
...and I steal you the files.
- One-time job.
- Yeah, one-time job, all right.
What about this undercover that's onto me?
Let me worry about her.
If she's out there,
I can't go back to the academy.
You just need to lay low
until she's out of the picture.
I got the perfect place for you to hide.
Trinitarios have them up in Spanish Harlem.
No one will look for him up there.
Time to call in sick for a few days.
You got it.
Pleasure doing business with you.
All that just to steal some files
off a computer.
Boy right there's my Snowden.
FLOYD:
Heh. Snowden.
Edward Snowden,
cleaned the NSA's clock.
Yeah, now he's gotta live in Russia.
The thing is,
Snowden didn't work at the NSA...
...he worked at the satellite office.
That's bureaucracies for you.
- Grow so big they lose track of things.
- I got you.
The academy is like a satellite
for the N.Y.P.D.
Gave you direct access
to their computers.
You wanna take down Elias,
man who took down the five dons...
...you gotta play smarter.
Why do all that digging
when the police already did it for us.
So, what did you steal?
This right here is the keys to the castle.
We're closed.
MARTINE:
Girl can't get a whiskey after hours?
Thought this was the
city that never sleeps.
Suppose I could make an exception.
Boss doesn't have to know.
I don't see any cameras.
I am the boss.
Really?
That your bike out back?
Little something I picked up. You ride?
They say the first rule of any job
is not to spend the money.
Your friends out shopping?
You are too pretty to be local.
What are you? Fed?
Don't know how you found me.
If you think I'm giving up any of my boys...
Don't care about nickel-and-dime pals,
except one, your former driver.
I see.
So you got a job that requires a wheelman?
Something like that.
Well, bad news, sweetheart,
I don't know where she is.
So then tell me, Romeo,
who are you trying to alert?
Cell phone jammer.
And your pal Elvis behind me,
he forgot to load his shotgun.
So the king of rock is not gonna make a bit
of difference in how this goes down.
[GRUNTING]
Huh. Buckshot. Go figure.
Sorry to get all Dick Cheney on you. Had
they been slugs, you would have lost an arm.
- Crazy bitch.
- Let's just get to the point.
You recommended a wheelman,
or should I say a wheelwoman...
...to a smash and grab crew
a week ago, where is she?
I don't know where she is. We keep
things compartmentalized for a reason.
It's hard enough to pour a drink with
one arm, you wanna lose the other?
Where's the wheelman?
There's a dating app called Angler.
That's how I contacted her.
App for relationships? How apropos.
Phone.
REESE:
Your handler's drawn some attention.
- Howard.
- No. Stay here, I'll check it out.
- This is my safe house. I have to...
- You have to maintain your cover.
I'll be back.
Riley. Homicide.
One of our own.
Deceased in Detective Howard.
Internal Affairs.
Took two to the back from this baby.
Found it out back, just like an
academy training weapon, no?
Looks familiar. You got a motive?
Theft maybe.
Guessing our victim met his Cl's here.
No sign of break in.
- Do you think one turned on him?
- Looks like it.
Come on.
- What the hell is going on?
- Keep walking and don't look back.
Why? Where are we going?
If Howard's dead, then the hardcopy file
in the safe inside the house...
...is the only proof I'm a cop.
- Those files are gone.
- What?
- I'll have to go back in...
- You can't.
Why not?
Because Howard was shot
with your training weapon.
Not only is your only connection to the
N.Y.P.D. gone, but you've been framed.
REESE:
No one else knows you're Internal Affairs?
Howard's the only one who knew
about me and my background.
Your background?
In high school, I was a runner for a gang.
Where I'm from, it's not a choice.
Once you're in, it's either knocked up
or locked up.
- But you got out.
- I got arrested.
The judge said that if I attended
community college, he'll seal my record.
Gotta like judges who give second chances.
I earned my masters in criminal justice
and got into the academy.
And one week before graduation,
Howard plucked me out.
Fixed it like if I had quit.
He saw my juvie record
and knew I had the perfect background...
...for the next time someone tried
to infiltrate the academy.
- Mike Laskey. The Russian mole from HR.
- Exactly.
Then Howard got a tip from the Cl that a
gang was gonna put a recruit on the inside.
- And who better to spot a gangster than...
- One of their former runners.
Why no electronic record?
Howard thought it made our covers
look vulnerable.
Everything's networked nowadays.
Given the HR scandal and hackers...
He didn't even trust IT techs.
[DOOR CLOSES]
- Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
- Who are you?
- Detective Fusco from the 8th.
- Fusco. Your name sounds familiar.
He's my partner, you can trust him.
There was an anonymous cash deposit
into your savings account yesterday.
- Ten grand?
- It gets worse.
Weapon found at the crime scene
traces back to you.
- You're wanted for murder.
- Of course.
They're framing me like their lackey.
The frustrating thing's I had him.
- Who?
- Ortiz, my classmate, he's the mole.
- Sure it's Ortiz?
- My gun at the crime scene...
...that's not a coincidence,
he offered to clean it for me.
And then I found this.
A receipt for the bodega across the street
from where the Brotherhood recruits.
Ortiz used his ATM card.
I'm gonna find Ortiz
and I'm gonna bring his ass in.
That's the only way
I can prove my innocence.
Hang on a second, I'll check with RTCC,
see if they can find him.
- I suppose I am an RTCC of sorts.
- But with less attitude.
I've retrieved Ortiz's number
from Silva's phone contacts.
According to his GO data, he returned
to the academy last night after class.
- To get Silva's gun.
- Not exactly.
I was able to pinpoint his movement
to the commandant's office.
During the time
that Ortiz was in that office...
...someone logged onto
the commandant's computer...
...using a brute-force password cracker. I
suspect that Mr. Ortiz has stolen some files.
Why would Dominic enlist a mole
to steal files from the police academy?
- I'm not sure.
- Where's Ortiz now?
He's at an abandoned school house
in Spanish Harlem.
- We'll get him.
- I'll look into the stolen files.
It may shine a light on Dominic's plans,
but first I have an errand to run.
The RTCC tracked Ortiz
to an abandoned school in Spanish Harlem.
The RTCC worked fast.
- They're good with computers.
- Spanish Harlem, that's Trinitarios territory.
Abandoned school's their headquarters, they
keep it under heavy guard. Place is a fortress.
- Should make retrieving Ortiz fun.
- I'll head back to the 8th, check for updates.
Wait, Riley, I'm coming.
- You're safer staying put.
- Let's not forget who shot who in training.
She's got a point.
Plus I still have a mission to finish,
find the mole.
Being undercover, days turn into months.
Tell me about it.
Takes self-reliance.
No man's an island.
Howard was my confidant.
Taught me everything I know.
Well, you got a new friend on the force.
Thanks. But why are you helping me?
I knew a cop like you once,
she stood up to corruption.
Gave her life to do what was right.
Yeah, I heard about that.
Were you a part of the HR takedown?
I worked undercover with Narcotics
when all that went down.
I saw that in you IA file.
- So you've seen my file?
- Yeah.
There's one thing that puzzles me, though.
Nothing in there about a military background.
And I'd swear by the tactics you teach,
you were in the service.
My first tactics instructor
was a Gulf war veteran.
Must be where I learned it.
Well, we gonna need military tactics
where we're going.
It's going to be two against 2000.
- Ever heard of cover infil-exfil?
- Sounds like some special-ops stuff.
It is, which is why I
brought modifications.
And just in case.
What the...?
[BOTH GRUNT]
SILVA: A shirt from Ortiz's locker.
REESE: Find our mole, boy.
[BARKING]
GARCIA:
Welcome to mi casa.
- You police?
- Still in the academy.
So Dominic's got one on the inside, huh?
It's just a one-time job.
We're square after this.
I never finished high school myself.
Could've used this in the joint.
So you finished your one job
with the Brotherhood, huh?
Hey, man, look, I got no beef
with Trinitarios.
Yeah, but the thing is,
we're part of the Brotherhood now.
And we have no use for you no more.
No!
[MAN GRUNTS & BEAR BARKS]
SILVA:
Don't do it, Ortiz.
[SPEAKS IN DUTCH]
- Easy, kid.
- It's been you all along.
Pretending to be my friend
while planning my murder.
Murder? I don't know nothing
about no murder.
I was just trying to steal some files,
I had no choice.
FINCH:
I'm afraid that's correct, Mr. Reese.
Ortiz's uncle worked for the community
center that Dominic runs.
An elite defense attorney got him
exonerated for a recent drug charge.
The uncle was Dominic's leverage.
- Dominic forced you to steal the files.
- You don't understand.
Where I'm from,
you only got two bad choices.
Well, you still have two bad choices,
but only one ends with you bleeding out.
It was only supposed to be one job.
With the Brotherhood,
it's never just one job.
[ALARM RINGING]
That's their alarm.
Vémonos, come on. Let's go.
Every Trinitario in a 10-blocks radius
is gonna come running.
- How much ammo you got?
- Not nearly enough.
- We need to move now.
- You're coming with.
Got your back.
[MEN GRUNTING]
Finch, need a way out.
- There's a door in front of you, use that.
- Let's go.
Let's move this. Grab it.
Go, go, go.
The door is blocked, we're trapped.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
Options, Finch.
There's a pedestrian access
tunnel beneath the pool.
But unless you have a jack hammer,
I'm out of ideas.
I go one, give me the belt.
Take cover.
That looks dangerous. You first.
[YELLS]
- What about the dog?
- Him?
He's SCUBA certified.
[WHISTLES]
Let's go.
Let's go, kid.
That's one way to bathe a dog.
Lucky you, when you get downtown,
you can skip the first shower.
- Your mole won't be too hard to break.
- Wanna teach me some interrogation tricks?
Something tells me
you're a natural at that too.
Speaking of,
I still have a few questions for you.
But I'll save them.
- You're gonna do all right, kid.
- I know.
Had a good instructor.
- Tell your friends at IA.
- Will do.
And call me if you need
a little tactical refresher.
Thought I told you to get rid of Ortiz.
You weren't here, man,
you didn't see what went down.
Guy in a suit, a chica and a crazy-ass dog
came storming in here like SWAT.
The thing about a battle plan
is it only works if soldiers follow orders.
Who died and made you general? You ain't nothing
but a street banger like the rest of us.
- You know anything about circles?
- Circles, what they gotta do with this?
Got everything to do with it.
I had a math teacher once, he said all
the world's infinite possibilities...
...rest within this one simple circle.
Including the possibility that the big,
quiet kid in the back of the class...
...the one that everyone
always underestimated...
...can one day run the streets
of New York.
So, what's stopping you?
What's stopping me is this Detective Riley.
Our circles keep overlapping.
Why you worried about a stupid cop,
when you got Trinitarios on board?
This ain't about numbers
or corner-boys or turf...
...this here is about cutting down the
old lion and ruling his kingdom...
...but that can't happen
if guys don't follow orders.
Guys like that don't have a place.
You might wanna rethink that.
Not like you walked in here with numbers.
I just told you, this ain't about numbers.
You the number two?
Don't you think about it, pal.
Don't you think about it.
We all die in the end.
Better to go out on top.
Hey, I'm talking to you.
Hey, no! No! No!
[GUNSHOT]
Heard you helped Internal Affairs
uncover a mole in the academy.
The mole confessed, cleared Silva's name...
...and fingered Howard's killer,
but no one can find him.
About the other day, we need to talk.
- What do you mean?
- When bullets started flying...
...and you swooped in
and played superhero.
Right place at the right time, I guess.
I suppose.
So either violence follows you around, or
you just have the most impeccable timing.
Either way, I'm glad you were there.
This mean you're gonna recommend
closing my IA case?
Let's just say I'm looking forward
to our next session.
- Are these the files that Dominic stole?
- That's just a small portion.
Looks like N.Y.P.D. intelligence
on a criminal network.
Information that it took
the police years to collect...
...and yet Dominic steals it
in less than 48 hours.
And I finally figured out
the common denominator.
Which is?
Our new number.
Any insider tips on eyeliner?
Yeah, you might try dialing
it back a bit, sister.
Sorry, you just look like
you buy a lot of makeup.
You know what,
how about some free samples?
You keep samples in your purse?
I won't tell if you won't.
[PHONE BUZZES]
You've gotta be kidding me.
Ex-boyfriend?
More like ex-pain in the ass.
Is target present?
Huh.
Visual update on target.
No worries, I found her.
[English - US - SDH]
We are being watched.
The government has a secret system.
A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.
I designed the machine to detect
that acts of terror, but it sees everything
Violent crimes involving
ordinary people.
The government
considers these people irrelevant.
We don't.
Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.
You'll never find us.
But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.
MAN:
I'm going in alone.
[GRUNTING]
[ALARM WAILING]
WOMAN [ON PA]:
Academy exercise terminated.
Sorry, instructor. You didn't say
we couldn't use the fire escape.
Guess I can't fault you
for painting outside the lines.
Sounds like you're enjoying
your temporary assignment...
...as a weapons and tactics
instructor, Mr. Reese.
Lucky the academy
was a bit short-handed.
And our new number?
She doesn't need much instruction.
She must be a natural, because Detective
Fusco just send me her background check...
...and Silva comes from a middle
class family in Rochester...
...bachelor's in criminal justice,
3.0 GPA.
Everything's suggesting
that she's quite average.
- I'd call her unconventional.
- Sounds like someone I know.
Good work, recruits.
Let's clean them,
rack them and stack them.
Hey, Silva, whose team
were you on out there?
Excuse me.
Broke ranks and the rules, check yourself
before your antics cost all of us.
Why don't you try pulling your own weight,
Dutch-boy?
Police are supposed to enforce
the rules, not break them.
Well, maybe I'm not done breaking things.
Easy there, iceman, no need for jealousy.
N.Y.P.D. will always need dispatchers.
Next time's real weapons with live rounds.
Be a shame if there was
a training accident.
Yeah, watch your back.
Our recruit has an enemy inside the class.
As if law enforcement
wasn't already dangerous enough.
REESE: Well, if recruit Kane has his way,
Silva won't make it that far.
Threat looks like a fellow cadet.
Forget that meter maid,
teach me some of those tactics.
- What's in it for me?
- I got clean-up.
Sure thing, Ortiz.
Apparently even an expert marksman
like you...
...still has a thing or two
to learn about tactics.
Iris, are you stalking me?
Don't be ridiculous.
I just finished teaching a class...
...on the importance of mental health
to some new recruits.
Maybe you should sit in sometime.
That reminds me. Thank you for the
endorsement of my instructor position.
Well, given the ongoing
IA investigation...
...and your recent firing of a weapon
inside a police precinct...
...figured it couldn't hurt
to get you reacquainted with the rules.
You making progress
on the excessive-force front?
Yes, we are.
I'll see you tomorrow morning
for your appointment.
Bright and early, doc.
FINCH:
Still have eyes on our number, Mr. Reese?
REESE:
Yes, and we're about to get ears.
Silva. Hey, you coming out with us
for a beer?
- Can't tonight, got a date.
- Yeah, no problem. Maybe another time.
Perhaps you should look into Silva's date.
I would, Harold, except you're not
the only one with homework to grade.
Gotta hand off to the night crew.
Sounds like Detective Fusco 's
gonna have to pick up an extra shift.
Samaritan's uncovered
evidence that an ISA agent...
...allowed members of a criminal outfit
to escape with our virus.
Escape from surveillance?
One of them has proven
to be particularly elusive...
...avoiding cameras and detection.
Makes me wonder if he might be related
to our underground friends.
Of course you want me
to track her down.
Perfect task for a former investigator
for the Hague, don't you think?
These crews are audacious,
but predictable.
They hide in plain sight
behind everyday 9-to-5 cover jobs...
...luring them into a
false sense of security.
- The thing they always forget...?
- Relationships.
No matter who they become
or where they hide...
...there will always be
the people they meet.
The people they love,
the people they wrong.
All of whom can be leveraged.
Good old-fashioned human intelligence.
Just need the first thread.
Start pulling.
Meanwhile, Samaritan
will continue to do its part.
SHAW:
Our recruit's still waiting on her date.
You know, of all my confidential
informants, you got the nicest wheels.
Just feel lucky
I'm not making you pay this C.l.
This Estée Lauder gig pays like crap
if it weren't for the perks.
- Perks?
- Yeah, the free eyeliner.
Well, the five-finger free.
You wear makeup?
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
FUSCO:
Hey, Maybelline, check this out.
I thought wonderboy said that Silva
was too busy to join her classmates.
SHAW: Well, apparently
she's not too busy to case them.
FUSCO:
Looks like her date just showed up.
- These them?
- Those are the targets.
You ready to move on this?
Say the word.
Keep it stealth, stick to the plan.
FUSCO:
I don't know who Deep Throat is.
But I think our recruit
is a little more than anti-social.
SHAW:
Yeah, I'd say.
Sounds like she's planning
on taking out the competition.
FINCH:
Any updates on Silva's target, Mr. Reese?
No, but she's applying her lessons
on curb searches.
By going through their trash.
[PHONE BUZZING]
Any clues on Silva's phone.
I've combed through the data.
She's collecting personal information
on the other recruits.
Phone numbers, e-mail accounts,
home addresses.
Even locker combinations.
A mole inside the academy.
Just when we flushed out HR.
May be searching for recruits
who can be blackmailed.
Question is who is she working for?
Hey, going through the trash?
I threw away a receipt.
- You missed a good time last night.
- Sorry I couldn't make it.
Oh, no worries. Maybe we can
grab a bite to eat after class tonight.
Sorry, I wish I could, but I
have an important appointment.
- Rain check?
- Yeah. No problem.
Sounds like Silva has an admirer.
I don't think it's mutual.
Anything on Silva's date
from last night?
Shaw and Fusco followed him
to the suburbs.
Still working on it.
[FUSCO SNORING]
Um...
Deep Throat's a late riser, huh?
If he takes any longer
I'm gonna ruin this upholstered leather.
FUSCO:
Heads up, there's our guy.
Should we follow him?
I put a tracker in that clunker.
Plus, I'm betting there's more secrets
inside the house.
- Come on.
- Hey, wait for me.
GUARD 1:
1258, coming through.
GUARD 2:
You got 10 minutes.
Where is my regular attorney?
We had a deal.
He got reassigned.
Not to worry though.
The drug charge won't stick.
But we need to review a few things.
How did you come to work
for Tomas' crew?
Attorney-client privilege. And I
checked the observation room just in case.
Rest assured, no one's watching.
You do a few little jobs first.
Build a reputation.
Then when you're good,
you get recommended.
At the end of the day,
it's all about relationships.
You are trusting people
with your life.
So who recommended you?
No names. Not even to lawyers.
And what does any of this
have to do with my drug case?
Unless you wanna risk doing time,
we need to be thorough.
So I'll ask you again.
Who recommended you
to Tomas' crew?
And who recommended
your replacement?
You're fired.
We weren't done talking.
Like you said, Katya,
at the end of the day...
...it's all about relationships.
There is a guy.
His name's Romeo.
- Thanks for those tips on tactics.
- You're starting to catch on. Anytime.
- See you later, Ortiz.
- Take it easy.
Wait. Not so fast, detective.
You missed your appointment
this morning. You're being evasive.
Sorry about that. How about we...
Continue building on our progress?
Great idea.
- It's not a good time.
- Would you rather I pull my endorsement...
...of your instructor position?
- Yeah, how about a walk and talk.
What? Uh...
Sure, fine.
We can start where we left off.
Your hero complex.
Which men often develop
in response to being bullied as a child.
Iris, my school didn't have bullies.
I kept them in line.
Bullying bullies is kind of the
very definition of a hero complex.
SHAW:
Reese, we got a problem.
Silva isn't a recruit, she's already a cop.
She's hunting a mole inside the academy.
According to her last entry,
she already knows who it is.
You seem distracted.
[ENGINE STARTS]
- There's something else on your mind?
- You could say that.
Look, I'm not sure
what you're running from...
I'm not running from anything,
I'm trying to save someone.
Get down.
[SCREAMS]
It's all right. Come on.
What just happened?
You were saying about my hero complex?
Boys, we got this wrong.
SHAW: Silva isn't the perpetrator,
she's the victim.
And our undercover cop's just been outed.
What the hell was that all about?
Why were they shooting at us?
I'll explain it all later.
You were following me.
You first.
Why are you casing your classmates?
- I don't have time for this.
- I know you're a cop.
The tactical course, the way you just handled
yourself, this isn't your first rodeo.
You've been through the academy before.
Yes, I'm a cop.
- Internal Affairs?
- I've said enough.
Why is IA interested in the academy?
Is there a mole?
Look, right now I need to get to my handler.
If I'm compromised, it means he is too.
- So we'll call him.
- No, nothing digital. I can explain more later...
...but right this second
I need to warn him in person.
Well, I'm coming as your backup.
Just don't get kneecapped
like you did in training.
Careful, John. If Silva's Internal Affairs,
she's not just our number...
...she's a threat to your cover.
FUSCO: The RTCC tracked the shooter's
SUV to this neighborhood.
SHAW: Tally-ho, he's headed
into that community center.
This place used to be dump.
Someone gave it a fresh coat.
FUSCO: Heads up, that guy matches
the description of our shooter.
Secure texting. Smart.
WOMAN:
You kids listen up.
You tell your mother
to catch up on your tuition, you hear?
And you, keep your head on the swivel.
Them city coveralls be coming
to fix them cameras real soon.
Yeah, hold up.
Get a new ball.
That one look like the nut sack
on a water buffalo.
All right, Meech, I'll see you now.
You got it? Good. Meet in an hour.
- Mini?
- You know that guy?
SHAW:
Dominic's muscle.
- We have history.
- Dominic?
So it's the Brotherhood trying
to kill an IA cop?
- Why would they do that?
- To protect their mole.
Are you getting all this, Finch?
Gang money,
winning the local hearts and minds.
Yeah, but knowing Dominic,
it's the Pablo Escobar version.
If he can't win the former,
he'll just put two in the latter.
How's it going out there?
Boys seeing the light,
coming over from all them other gangs...
...just like them Trinitarios.
They all take a knee
when you show them the green.
Dominoes are tumbling.
- Except one.
- Elias.
Still some ranks protecting their old lion.
Somehow he keeps his pride intact.
He's got to have someone,
somewhere helping him hold it all together.
Gonna take some time before we get
some dirt on them Italian boys.
That omerta and all, you know.
Who says we have to do the digging.
This is a strategic war.
We gotta play smarter.
He's talking one hell of a good game
for a gun toter.
- What have you got?
MEECH: Silva gave us the slip.
Had help from some damn cop in a suit.
You just jeopardized
six months of hard work.
- Seeing as how you can't do your job...
MEECH: No.
I'll make it right. Promise, man. Please.
Like I told all of you.
We all die in the end.
You finish, have the janitor mop up.
Man owes me.
Finch, I think we underestimated Mini.
He just ordered an execution.
Oh. Oh, no.
Ms. Shaw, we had it all wrong.
Mini isn't the guy taking orders...
...he's the one giving them.
I'm begging you. Please, Dominic!
- Dominic.
- That's Dominic?
Son of a... We have unfinished business.
KIDS:
Let's go.
- Bring him. We'll mop up elsewhere.
MEECH: Come on, please.
Wait, wait. We can't do this here.
One of these kids'll catch a stray bullet.
- Dominic, it's me, Meech.
FINCH: Save it, Ms. Shaw.
Something tells me we haven't
seen the last of Dominic.
DOMINIC: Meech.
FLOYD: All mopped up.
But what if that tall cop
keeps showing his head.
There'll always be cops,
just like there'll always be gangsters.
And then there are the pawns,
chumps caught in the middle.
Here you go. Mission complete.
- How's that?
- Like we agreed.
You help my uncle with the drug charges
and some work...
...and I steal you the files.
- One-time job.
- Yeah, one-time job, all right.
What about this undercover that's onto me?
Let me worry about her.
If she's out there,
I can't go back to the academy.
You just need to lay low
until she's out of the picture.
I got the perfect place for you to hide.
Trinitarios have them up in Spanish Harlem.
No one will look for him up there.
Time to call in sick for a few days.
You got it.
Pleasure doing business with you.
All that just to steal some files
off a computer.
Boy right there's my Snowden.
FLOYD:
Heh. Snowden.
Edward Snowden,
cleaned the NSA's clock.
Yeah, now he's gotta live in Russia.
The thing is,
Snowden didn't work at the NSA...
...he worked at the satellite office.
That's bureaucracies for you.
- Grow so big they lose track of things.
- I got you.
The academy is like a satellite
for the N.Y.P.D.
Gave you direct access
to their computers.
You wanna take down Elias,
man who took down the five dons...
...you gotta play smarter.
Why do all that digging
when the police already did it for us.
So, what did you steal?
This right here is the keys to the castle.
We're closed.
MARTINE:
Girl can't get a whiskey after hours?
Thought this was the
city that never sleeps.
Suppose I could make an exception.
Boss doesn't have to know.
I don't see any cameras.
I am the boss.
Really?
That your bike out back?
Little something I picked up. You ride?
They say the first rule of any job
is not to spend the money.
Your friends out shopping?
You are too pretty to be local.
What are you? Fed?
Don't know how you found me.
If you think I'm giving up any of my boys...
Don't care about nickel-and-dime pals,
except one, your former driver.
I see.
So you got a job that requires a wheelman?
Something like that.
Well, bad news, sweetheart,
I don't know where she is.
So then tell me, Romeo,
who are you trying to alert?
Cell phone jammer.
And your pal Elvis behind me,
he forgot to load his shotgun.
So the king of rock is not gonna make a bit
of difference in how this goes down.
[GRUNTING]
Huh. Buckshot. Go figure.
Sorry to get all Dick Cheney on you. Had
they been slugs, you would have lost an arm.
- Crazy bitch.
- Let's just get to the point.
You recommended a wheelman,
or should I say a wheelwoman...
...to a smash and grab crew
a week ago, where is she?
I don't know where she is. We keep
things compartmentalized for a reason.
It's hard enough to pour a drink with
one arm, you wanna lose the other?
Where's the wheelman?
There's a dating app called Angler.
That's how I contacted her.
App for relationships? How apropos.
Phone.
REESE:
Your handler's drawn some attention.
- Howard.
- No. Stay here, I'll check it out.
- This is my safe house. I have to...
- You have to maintain your cover.
I'll be back.
Riley. Homicide.
One of our own.
Deceased in Detective Howard.
Internal Affairs.
Took two to the back from this baby.
Found it out back, just like an
academy training weapon, no?
Looks familiar. You got a motive?
Theft maybe.
Guessing our victim met his Cl's here.
No sign of break in.
- Do you think one turned on him?
- Looks like it.
Come on.
- What the hell is going on?
- Keep walking and don't look back.
Why? Where are we going?
If Howard's dead, then the hardcopy file
in the safe inside the house...
...is the only proof I'm a cop.
- Those files are gone.
- What?
- I'll have to go back in...
- You can't.
Why not?
Because Howard was shot
with your training weapon.
Not only is your only connection to the
N.Y.P.D. gone, but you've been framed.
REESE:
No one else knows you're Internal Affairs?
Howard's the only one who knew
about me and my background.
Your background?
In high school, I was a runner for a gang.
Where I'm from, it's not a choice.
Once you're in, it's either knocked up
or locked up.
- But you got out.
- I got arrested.
The judge said that if I attended
community college, he'll seal my record.
Gotta like judges who give second chances.
I earned my masters in criminal justice
and got into the academy.
And one week before graduation,
Howard plucked me out.
Fixed it like if I had quit.
He saw my juvie record
and knew I had the perfect background...
...for the next time someone tried
to infiltrate the academy.
- Mike Laskey. The Russian mole from HR.
- Exactly.
Then Howard got a tip from the Cl that a
gang was gonna put a recruit on the inside.
- And who better to spot a gangster than...
- One of their former runners.
Why no electronic record?
Howard thought it made our covers
look vulnerable.
Everything's networked nowadays.
Given the HR scandal and hackers...
He didn't even trust IT techs.
[DOOR CLOSES]
- Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
- Who are you?
- Detective Fusco from the 8th.
- Fusco. Your name sounds familiar.
He's my partner, you can trust him.
There was an anonymous cash deposit
into your savings account yesterday.
- Ten grand?
- It gets worse.
Weapon found at the crime scene
traces back to you.
- You're wanted for murder.
- Of course.
They're framing me like their lackey.
The frustrating thing's I had him.
- Who?
- Ortiz, my classmate, he's the mole.
- Sure it's Ortiz?
- My gun at the crime scene...
...that's not a coincidence,
he offered to clean it for me.
And then I found this.
A receipt for the bodega across the street
from where the Brotherhood recruits.
Ortiz used his ATM card.
I'm gonna find Ortiz
and I'm gonna bring his ass in.
That's the only way
I can prove my innocence.
Hang on a second, I'll check with RTCC,
see if they can find him.
- I suppose I am an RTCC of sorts.
- But with less attitude.
I've retrieved Ortiz's number
from Silva's phone contacts.
According to his GO data, he returned
to the academy last night after class.
- To get Silva's gun.
- Not exactly.
I was able to pinpoint his movement
to the commandant's office.
During the time
that Ortiz was in that office...
...someone logged onto
the commandant's computer...
...using a brute-force password cracker. I
suspect that Mr. Ortiz has stolen some files.
Why would Dominic enlist a mole
to steal files from the police academy?
- I'm not sure.
- Where's Ortiz now?
He's at an abandoned school house
in Spanish Harlem.
- We'll get him.
- I'll look into the stolen files.
It may shine a light on Dominic's plans,
but first I have an errand to run.
The RTCC tracked Ortiz
to an abandoned school in Spanish Harlem.
The RTCC worked fast.
- They're good with computers.
- Spanish Harlem, that's Trinitarios territory.
Abandoned school's their headquarters, they
keep it under heavy guard. Place is a fortress.
- Should make retrieving Ortiz fun.
- I'll head back to the 8th, check for updates.
Wait, Riley, I'm coming.
- You're safer staying put.
- Let's not forget who shot who in training.
She's got a point.
Plus I still have a mission to finish,
find the mole.
Being undercover, days turn into months.
Tell me about it.
Takes self-reliance.
No man's an island.
Howard was my confidant.
Taught me everything I know.
Well, you got a new friend on the force.
Thanks. But why are you helping me?
I knew a cop like you once,
she stood up to corruption.
Gave her life to do what was right.
Yeah, I heard about that.
Were you a part of the HR takedown?
I worked undercover with Narcotics
when all that went down.
I saw that in you IA file.
- So you've seen my file?
- Yeah.
There's one thing that puzzles me, though.
Nothing in there about a military background.
And I'd swear by the tactics you teach,
you were in the service.
My first tactics instructor
was a Gulf war veteran.
Must be where I learned it.
Well, we gonna need military tactics
where we're going.
It's going to be two against 2000.
- Ever heard of cover infil-exfil?
- Sounds like some special-ops stuff.
It is, which is why I
brought modifications.
And just in case.
What the...?
[BOTH GRUNT]
SILVA: A shirt from Ortiz's locker.
REESE: Find our mole, boy.
[BARKING]
GARCIA:
Welcome to mi casa.
- You police?
- Still in the academy.
So Dominic's got one on the inside, huh?
It's just a one-time job.
We're square after this.
I never finished high school myself.
Could've used this in the joint.
So you finished your one job
with the Brotherhood, huh?
Hey, man, look, I got no beef
with Trinitarios.
Yeah, but the thing is,
we're part of the Brotherhood now.
And we have no use for you no more.
No!
[MAN GRUNTS & BEAR BARKS]
SILVA:
Don't do it, Ortiz.
[SPEAKS IN DUTCH]
- Easy, kid.
- It's been you all along.
Pretending to be my friend
while planning my murder.
Murder? I don't know nothing
about no murder.
I was just trying to steal some files,
I had no choice.
FINCH:
I'm afraid that's correct, Mr. Reese.
Ortiz's uncle worked for the community
center that Dominic runs.
An elite defense attorney got him
exonerated for a recent drug charge.
The uncle was Dominic's leverage.
- Dominic forced you to steal the files.
- You don't understand.
Where I'm from,
you only got two bad choices.
Well, you still have two bad choices,
but only one ends with you bleeding out.
It was only supposed to be one job.
With the Brotherhood,
it's never just one job.
[ALARM RINGING]
That's their alarm.
Vémonos, come on. Let's go.
Every Trinitario in a 10-blocks radius
is gonna come running.
- How much ammo you got?
- Not nearly enough.
- We need to move now.
- You're coming with.
Got your back.
[MEN GRUNTING]
Finch, need a way out.
- There's a door in front of you, use that.
- Let's go.
Let's move this. Grab it.
Go, go, go.
The door is blocked, we're trapped.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
Options, Finch.
There's a pedestrian access
tunnel beneath the pool.
But unless you have a jack hammer,
I'm out of ideas.
I go one, give me the belt.
Take cover.
That looks dangerous. You first.
[YELLS]
- What about the dog?
- Him?
He's SCUBA certified.
[WHISTLES]
Let's go.
Let's go, kid.
That's one way to bathe a dog.
Lucky you, when you get downtown,
you can skip the first shower.
- Your mole won't be too hard to break.
- Wanna teach me some interrogation tricks?
Something tells me
you're a natural at that too.
Speaking of,
I still have a few questions for you.
But I'll save them.
- You're gonna do all right, kid.
- I know.
Had a good instructor.
- Tell your friends at IA.
- Will do.
And call me if you need
a little tactical refresher.
Thought I told you to get rid of Ortiz.
You weren't here, man,
you didn't see what went down.
Guy in a suit, a chica and a crazy-ass dog
came storming in here like SWAT.
The thing about a battle plan
is it only works if soldiers follow orders.
Who died and made you general? You ain't nothing
but a street banger like the rest of us.
- You know anything about circles?
- Circles, what they gotta do with this?
Got everything to do with it.
I had a math teacher once, he said all
the world's infinite possibilities...
...rest within this one simple circle.
Including the possibility that the big,
quiet kid in the back of the class...
...the one that everyone
always underestimated...
...can one day run the streets
of New York.
So, what's stopping you?
What's stopping me is this Detective Riley.
Our circles keep overlapping.
Why you worried about a stupid cop,
when you got Trinitarios on board?
This ain't about numbers
or corner-boys or turf...
...this here is about cutting down the
old lion and ruling his kingdom...
...but that can't happen
if guys don't follow orders.
Guys like that don't have a place.
You might wanna rethink that.
Not like you walked in here with numbers.
I just told you, this ain't about numbers.
You the number two?
Don't you think about it, pal.
Don't you think about it.
We all die in the end.
Better to go out on top.
Hey, I'm talking to you.
Hey, no! No! No!
[GUNSHOT]
Heard you helped Internal Affairs
uncover a mole in the academy.
The mole confessed, cleared Silva's name...
...and fingered Howard's killer,
but no one can find him.
About the other day, we need to talk.
- What do you mean?
- When bullets started flying...
...and you swooped in
and played superhero.
Right place at the right time, I guess.
I suppose.
So either violence follows you around, or
you just have the most impeccable timing.
Either way, I'm glad you were there.
This mean you're gonna recommend
closing my IA case?
Let's just say I'm looking forward
to our next session.
- Are these the files that Dominic stole?
- That's just a small portion.
Looks like N.Y.P.D. intelligence
on a criminal network.
Information that it took
the police years to collect...
...and yet Dominic steals it
in less than 48 hours.
And I finally figured out
the common denominator.
Which is?
Our new number.
Any insider tips on eyeliner?
Yeah, you might try dialing
it back a bit, sister.
Sorry, you just look like
you buy a lot of makeup.
You know what,
how about some free samples?
You keep samples in your purse?
I won't tell if you won't.
[PHONE BUZZES]
You've gotta be kidding me.
Ex-boyfriend?
More like ex-pain in the ass.
Is target present?
Huh.
Visual update on target.
No worries, I found her.
[English - US - SDH]