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[male announcer]
In New York City's
war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Josh, you're sick.

Stay home.

Oh, it's just a virus.

And I'm on a deadline.

I want to stay home too.

Nice try.

I can't believe Dr. K.
hasn't called you back

about the tests.

Of course he hasn't
called me back,

he's a doctor.

I'll call him again as soon
as I get to the office.

Okay.

You, don't go near
that juice.

Daddy's germs.

I'll pour you
another one.

Hey!

Thank you.

[coughing]

[coughs]

Sit down, Mr. Lemle.

It's not my fault.

He asked me to leave
so he could change.

Get me the City
Health Department.

And then 911.

Tell 'em we need
a Hazmat team.

Detective Logan.

Where's Detective Logan?

Mike!

Mike.

Logan.

Josh Lemle--
long time.

Are you all right?

I want to report a murder.

My own.

Josh Lemle is
a dead man walking.

He has Polonium-210
poisoning.

Radiation poisoning,

like Litvinenko,
in London.

Litvinenko was
the first known fatality.

Josh is gonna be
the first known American one.

He might never be known.

Homeland Security wants us
to keep this quiet.

I know,
just passing on the request.

Your Hazmat team
called the Feds.

They already knew.

Mr. Lemle bolted out
of a toxicologist's office

this morning.

Counterterrorism was quietly
scouring the city for him.

Okay, okay,
so how do we save him?

We don't.

What do you mean we don't?

It's irreversible
multi-system organ failure.

He's got a week, tops.

Yeah, well,
you don't know Josh.

He's tougher
than he looks, okay?

You don't know Polonium.

It's five million times
more toxic than cyanide.

How contagious is he?

It doesn't go
through the skin.

You'd have to inhale it
or ingest it.

Wear gloves
if you have cuts.

And don't drink his urine.

You'll be fine.

Also, wear these.

Film badges,
exposure cards.

They don't actually
register Polonium--

that's alpha radiation--

but they make people
feel better.

[Dr. Anderson]
You're not pregnant,
are you?

So how was he exposed?

There's no needle marks,
no skin breaks.

Best guess, something
he ate or drank.

Last night?

He's farther along
than that.

I'd say he was exposed
sometime between

Tuesday afternoon,
Wednesday night.

Excuse me.

Where'd this Polonium
come from?

It has minor
industrial uses,

but this quantity,
you're in the black market.

Spook territory.

Okay, a Hazmat team is heading
to Lemle's apartment

to check rad levels.

Full suits--
could go level A.

Okay, Murtaugh,
we'll catch up.

Josh Lemle,
he was a friend of yours.

He used to write
for the Post,

City Hall beat.

He stuck up for me
when I punched out

that councilman.

Then his sources dried up,
the paper fired him.

Last I heard, he was working
for a business magazine.

So he wasn't a crusading
international journalist?

I made a mistake,
he paid for it.

And then, uh,

I didn't exactly
keep in touch.

I can't just hand over
my contacts.

I'm still a journalist.

Josh, if you can't
cooperate,

why come to me
in the first place?

To team up.

I want you to find out
who did this to me,

and I want to work
my last story.

We'll start
at my office.

All right, look,
I respect that,

but the first step is
your family.

You didn't tell them, did you?

I...told Miriam
I had a virus.

Your wife and son are about
to get dispossessed

from their house

by 20 guys
in space suits.

Call them right now.

It's okay.

It's gonna be all right.

There's an ambulance
waiting downstairs

for you and your boy.

Oh, my God,
Kenny drank

from Josh's orange juice
this morning.

I didn't drink it, Mom.

You'll go in
for further testing,

but Dr. Foster said

if the two of you
had been contaminated,

you'd be showing symptomsby now.

Do you keep
a family calendar?

We need to track
your husband's movements

from last Tuesday on.

It's on the fridge.

Daddy!

Come with us, Daddy.

I can't right now, buddy.
I gotta help the detectives.

Anything?

Hazmat's inside.

I'll see you in a bit, okay?

A few tiny hot spots.

The couch, the bathroom.

But the fridge, pantry--
all clean.

He was poisoned elsewhere.

There's a family calendar
on the fridge.

We'll need that.

Okay, Josh,

Tuesday afternoon
to Wednesday morning...

where else were you?

Say good-bye
to your chair.

Otherwise, the office
is okay to enter.

What about the thumb drive?

Did you check
the thumb drive?

Yes, Mr. Lemle.

Here you go.

No activity.

What is that thing?

It's a thumb drive.

It's like a floppy,
sort of.

Why did you think
that would be contaminated?

Well, because I use it
in my research,

and they want to stop me.

No offense,
Mr. Lemle,

but your articles
are mostly CEO interviews

and company--

Puff pieces, I know.

But not this one.

My death sentence.

The Afghan pipeline story.

And you think this is why
you were poisoned?

Billions go into
this pipeline.

It barely makes
any headway.

The money gets
siphoned off.

Half the government's
in cahoots

with the Russian mob.

Best story I've had
in years.

It's big.

And, yes,
they killed me for it.

You see--

[Logan]
Josh.

More about the thumb drive.

Right, sorry.

I picked it up Tuesday
from my Deep Throat, Yuri.

Yuri.

And do you think
he poisoned you?

[coughs]
No.

He's on my side.

Former KGB.

He sees every document
on the pipeline

because he's a lawyer

at their U.N. mission.

I saw him Tuesday,

and I will bet...

someone...

contaminated our drop site.

You have a drop site?

We checked
the whole area.

Sewers, benches,
this coffee cup.

All clean,

just like the office
and the home.

That coffee cup--

That's your drop site?

Yeah, if Yuri has
something for me,

he puts a thumb drive in,
I collect it.

Last pickup was
Tuesday night, 7:00 P.M.

You two didn't go out
after that?

No, Yuri can't be seen
in public with me.

It's too dangerous.

I must have gone home.

No, not for dinner.

Your family calendar says
you were working late.

Right.

I had dinner with an editor
from another magazine.

Miriam gets nervous,

you know, if I'm thinking
about changing jobs.

So I left it off.

Where'd you eat?

This guy has nothing
to do with--

Josh,
you might have been followed.

Where did you eat?

Pretty romantic place
for a business dinner.

He was wooing me.

Who was she, Josh?

Her name's Rebecca.

But my wife--

Detectives!

All clear?

No, just the opposite.

The whole place is hot.

But the kitchen
and a table in the back,

they're on fire.

I'll get back to you. Bye.

This is ground zero.

They poisoned him here.

We've got a bus coming
to take the staff

to the medical
command center,

and we're tracking diners
through credit card receipts.

I see the FBI's
engaged.

Do me a favor, tell 'em
it's too hot to go in.

I already did that.

No one's going
in the hot zone.

But what should we tell
the press?

Tell them it's a drill,

like you should have done
with that gas leak in January.

Is the dead man talking?

Looks like it.

Make sure.

I've got everyone from the Mayor
to Homeland Security

wanting details.

Ross.

Wheeler.
This is Alana Binder.

She served Mr. Lemle.

Actually,
I just took the order.

And Willy, the busboy,
he serves and clears.

Willy?

Which one is he?

It's Willy Septima,

and he hasn't been in
since Thursday.

Get a squad car
up to his apartment.

Thank you.

There's no way Rebecca
was involved in this.

We met in Chechnya.

We've known each other
15 years.

She's a friend.

So why didn't you
tell your wife

you were having dinner
with her?

There's a... past.

That spilled over?

Maybe once a year,
one of those.

Well, we need to be
in contact with her.

I mean, if you were exposed,
she was exposed.

I don't know, she disappears
when she has a deadline.

Okay, Detectives,

it's too hot for me
to take you in.

Let me walk you
through the radiation trail.

We got activity
from the dishwasher

and the trash.

But by far,
the most contamination

is a pickup table
in the kitchen--

Where the busboys
get the food.

And this table
in the back.

Where we sat.

I had blintzes.

With sour cream
and applesauce.

So what did she have
to eat?

She didn't eat.

She didn't eat?

So you're just
telling us this now?

It's irrelevant.

You're right, someone
must have followed me

from the U.N.

[coughs]

We need to talk
to Rebecca and Yuri,

and we need to talk
to them right now.

They found the busboy.

Sit tight.

The family said
he had nausea and diarrhea.

First guess,

he perforated his gut
from acute radiation poisoning.

So that's what, uh, Josh
has to look forward to, huh?

He's on a slower,
progressively downhill track.

We got something.

A medicine dropper.

A coffee cup
stuffed with hundreds.

Very high emissions.

We've seen that cup before.

This is so unethical.

Yuri trusts me.

Unethical?

Josh, the guy
killed a busboy

after paying him two grand
to spike your sour cream.

You don't know him.

Yeah.

This is him.

NYPD--
hands in the air, Yuri!

Now! Put 'em up!

Bingo.

Of course
the U.N. mission denies

that I am ex-KGB,
what do you expect?

What do you do
for them again?

Economic research.

Josh thinks
you're a consulate lawyer.

No.

I told him I had access
to contracts.

He misunderstood.

The funny thing is,
our State Department

has no record of you
working for the mission

in any capacity.

Tell me why any of this
is your concern.

Because Josh Lemle has been
poisoned with Polonium.

Polonium?

Is this joke?

No.

No, it's not a joke.
He's dying.

And you're
our prime suspect.

Me?

No.

I swear--
I swear!

Maybe someone followed you
to the drop off,

then followed Josh?

No, impossible.

I was very cautious.

We use secret signals.

In the subway, five transfers
before I surface.

Yeah, you told Josh

you were a spy, right?

So let me
get this straight.

You were with the KGB,

but you didn't make
our four undercover units

by the U.N.?

Okay, maybe not KGB.

In Russia,

everyone spies on someone,
you know.

So you're not KGB,

and you're not
at the U.N. mission?

No.

I live in Brighton Beach.

I used to be musician.

Now I'm piano tuner.

[groans]

Listen, I want someone
to write this story.

If I approach reporters
as an immigrant,

they walk away.

So I--so I embellish.

What about the info
on the trans-Afghan pipeline?

I translated articles
from Russian papers.

Blogs.

Everything I gave to him,

I took off the web.

[scoffs]

A Brighton Beach
Walter Mitty.

What do we tell Josh?

All right,
now wait a minute.

I mean, this might not be
the whole story.

I bet Josh isn't the only one
who fell for his spy games.

Someone might've followed Yuri
to Josh and--

He played your friend--
I doubt

anyone else fell
for his act.

Friend or not,
someone still poisoned him.

Or do you think
that's an act too?

I know you think
you owe him,

but Josh hasn't
been straight with us.

Especially about Rebecca.

If he keeps telling us

that she couldn't
be behind this,

we should look real hardat her.

[Josh]
There I am,
stringer for everybody.

Gorbachev.

He made me tea.

Huh.

How was it?

Stick to Polonium.

[chuckles]

He made us tea.

Rebecca and me.

I couldn't keep lying
to my wife and kid.

Look, I'm one
of these people who,

has the person
he marries,

whom he loves, you know.

And the person
he could have married,

whom he never stops loving.

You show me that person
on the street,

I spit on him.

I am him.

It--it's not Rebecca.

Look, Josh...

I understand,
but you gotta help me here.

Where is she?

Just tell me--
where is she staying,

where does she work, anything.

We're 0 for 4.

Rebecca's editor says
he hasn't seen her for days,

and he wants to know
what this is about.

Make that 0 for 5.

She checked out
of the University Club

this afternoon.

We missed her
by three hours.

Maybe Josh
tipped her off,

and she's on the run.

What else
is on Josh's list?

Her parents' house
in Great Neck.

Richie and a squad car
are on the way.

Looks like someone else
got there first.

The car was registered
to Rebecca's father.

Lucky for him he had
a remote-control starter.

So where's Rebecca?

We're not sure--
we can't get inside.

Is Rebecca inside?

Major Case?

Yeah, who are you?

Call Ross.

You have
no jurisdiction here.

Well, we need to talk
to Rebecca Slater.

Thank you for your help, Detective.

We'll take it from here.

Huh, don't give me
that line.

What are you, a cr--

Jeez.

All of a sudden,
the men in black

are crawling
out of the woodwork.

They knew all along
Josh was never the target.

It's Rebecca.

The Feds won't confirm
or deny

Rebecca was
at her parents' home

when the bomb went off.

They won't confirm or deny
an investigation.

Oh, boy,
that's some cooperation.

They're not looking
for cooperation.

They've told us
to back off.

And are we?

We're proceeding
on a separate track.

We need to go back
to your friend Josh.

And what?

Tell him that
he's collateral damage?

You need to tell him
the truth.

Yuri's a fake,

and Rebecca was
the actual target.

That's not really a call
I want to make.

We need to know
if she told him about

any stories
she's been working on.

Do you want me
to talk to him?

No.

Guy had my back
when everyone else

hung me out to dry.

I owe him.

I'm dying because
someone made a mistake?

What about Yuri,
my story?

I'm sorry, man.

That guy wasn't
what he claimed to be.

How can you be sure
Rebecca--

Someone tried
to kill her tonight.

With a car bomb.

[breathing heavily]

Is she all right?

We don't know.

The Feds wouldn't let us
talk to her.

Josh, what was
her story about?

She'd never tell me.

We were lovers, but--

[coughing]

But if she had
a big story,

I-I would have
to find out about it on TV,

just like everyone else.

Could you email her?

Uh, bourbon, please.

Rebecca,
I'm Detective Wheeler.

Josh is on his way.

Son of a bitch.

He set me up?

We pressured him.

Just a few questions.

Same thing I told
the FBI.

Forget it.

Rebecca.

Oh...

He's gone, isn't he?

There's nothing you can do?

Maybe find his killer.

We need to know
what you're working on--

who you saw
the day Josh was poisoned.

I gotta get back
to work.

Rebecca,
you're in danger.

I've been doing this
for 17 years.

I know how
to take care of myself.

Rebecca.

Rebecca,
at least tell us

who your story
might be pissing off.

I cover the Middle East.

Relationships
are complicated.

And your relationship
ended Josh's life.

He deserves to know why.

Are you familiar
with Sarah Myers?

The young teacher
from Brooklyn,

who was shot
by the Israeli army.

Now she's a martyr
for the Palestinians.

Her face the perfect
photogenic symbol

of Israeli brutality.

Well, no offense,

but I've--I've seen
100 stories about her.

Not this one.

If I get you something,

do not share it
with the FBI.

Sarah Myers,

a young international
Teachers For Peace volunteer,

had only been in the West Bank
for a few weeks

when she decided to approach
the Israeli tanks.

She was hoping
to convince the Israeli army

to spare a Palestinian
children's school

from their advancing bulldozers.

What Sarah didn't know

was the Israeli army
had just received a tip

that a suicide bomber,

dressed as a blonde
American woman,

was going to target them.

They ordered her to halt,

she continued on,

flashing them the peace sign.

Then...

So Rebecca's saying

the Israelis got
a false tip.

That the Palestinians
set Sarah Myers up,

and created their own martyr.

Could be true.

Could be Israeli spin.

Either way, kill Rebecca,
kill the story.

If someone in the Middle East
wanted her dead,

why wait till
she got to New York?

They waited till
she was dining with Josh,

they used Polonium.

They wanted to throw suspicion
onto Josh and the Russians,

and away from Rebecca's report
about the Middle East.

"They."

On American soil,
who is this "they"?

Al Qaeda, Syria.

How do you even begin
to count the groups

that wouldn't want this story
to get out?

You don't.
You go the other way.

I know someone
who'd love to see this story

lead the evening news.

I wouldn't be surprised

if he was one
of Rebecca's sources.

The Palestinians
sent Sarah Myers

to her death?

Yes, I know all about it.

And no, it's not
Israeli spin.

It's true.

And it's also the last story
we want made public.

Back up.

You're the chair of the
U.S./Israel Friendship PAC.

You're telling me
you want the story kept quiet?

What's done is done.

I'm asking you
as an old friend--

let this one go.

I can't do that, Artie.

It's a murder investigation.

Not yours.

Our understanding is
the Feds asserted jurisdiction.

Where'd you hear that?

It's my job.

Now, I'm asking you
as a Jew,

and as a friend
of Israel,

don't let this story out.

I'll take it
under advisement.

Now I have a favor
to ask you.

You know this guy?

He was at the scene

of a car bombing
last night.

What agency?

That, nobody knows.

His name is
Nick Flanders.

And I believe
he's on our side.

What side is that?

U.S.A., Danny.

U.S.A.

[laughs]

I need you both
inside now.

Close the door, please.

Okay, stuff your notes
in your desk--we move on.

It's our case.

Not anymore.

Now, wait a minute.

I'm not closing out
this case.

Your friend Josh
has been an obstacle

to his own murder
investigation from the get.

He won't even tell us
what Rebecca told him,

because he's protecting
his story.

Let me go back
to Rebecca.

Rebecca won't talk.

The Feds have
blocked us out.

Even the Israeli
government--

which you would have to think
would be interested

in clearing their name--

Even they want us
to drop this.

What, did your PAC guy
tell you that?

Come again?

Is that what this is about--
Israel?

Logan--
Wait a minute.

Are you afraid that Israel's

gonna look worse
than it already does?

We've been ordered off.

By who?

The Feds?
Or Israel?

Let me ask you something.

On this one, are you
a Jew first and a cop second?

Is that the story?

We're done here, Logan.

There are good guys,
and there are bad guys here.

We're dealing with
car bombs, terrorists.

Hamas, P.L.O.--
they blow people up

in cafés, busses,
shopping malls.

Who are you kidding?

You think Sarah Myers
is the first innocent

the Israelis have killed?

Captain. Logan.

Thank you for your help, Detectives.

We're off this case.

Miriam's coming in.

We're gonna decide
if I should die

in a hospital,
or at home.

Go home to your wife
and kid.

We've been called off.

I'm not even sure

if the Feds want this solved
or buried.

[weak chuckle]

Have you heard
from Rebecca?

Deep background?

She's trying
to tie my poisoning

into her story.

She's meeting someone
at a safe house

in Brooklyn.

A friend of Sarah Myers

from the
International Teachers.

Where is this
safe house?

I'll get my chair,
we'll go.

Josh, go home.

It's my turn
to help you.

Captain was asking
where you were.

Yeah?

Did you tell him?

No.
I'm your partner.

But he wants us
off the case.

Well, all I was doing
was visiting a sick friend.

The Captain's feeling
is if your friend

was as loyal to his wife
as you are to him--

[scoffs]

Oh, is that what
the Captain was thinking?

Jeez, if only life
were so neat and simple.

Look, I have
a ten-year gap

in my relationship
with Josh.

And the only reason Josh
was going to meet Rebecca

was so that he could
break it off with her.

Okay.

I gotta get out of here.

Listen to this.

Josh has it
Rebecca's doing an interview

with one of
Sarah Myers' friends

in a safe house.

A friend of Sarah Myers?

Yeah.
Here?

Yeah.

I'll get our coats.

CSU and the M.E.
are on their way.

Poor Josh.

The last thing
he needs to hear

is that he outlived Rebecca.

[Rodgers]
She was defenestrated.

Not just out the window,
but through it.

The ligature marks
on her wrists and ankles

indicate two people did it.

We're barely done testing,
they're kicking us out.

Detectives...

sorry you made
a pointless trip.

You got here
awfully fast.

And a little too late.

You should have called us
the second you got the address.

I didn't realize
we were coordinating.

We're not.

You're done here.

Isn't that right,
Captain?

Actually,
Mr. Flanders,

there's been
a change of plan.

We're going to have
to share jurisdiction

after all.

I need a word with you.

Excuse me.

Hey, Murtaugh,
I need a favor.

We have a protocol, Captain.

Our agreement was
for the Lemle case.

Till I get a call
from my commissioner,

this is an NYPD
crime scene.

[Flanders]
Do I have to repeat myself,
Captain Ross?

We are the authority here.

What are you doing?

This laptop's registering
high alpha rays.

How long were you
handling this?
Excuse me?

[Murtaugh]
Sir, you may have been contaminated.

Captain Ross,
step aside.

We need to get you down
to the medical command center

right away.

[quietly]
Huh.

It's weird,
he's not poppin' at all.

Well, better safe
than sorry.

Where's my laptop?

[Wheeler]
Rebecca's?

It tested clean too.

The hard drive
was scrubbed.

Someone overwrote data
on the swap partition.

Seven times.

Meaning what? I thought you'd know.

It's the new Department
of Defense standard.

Get me the laptop, Detectives.

It's on the way, Nick.

Oh, uh, by the way,
the Captain sends regard

from a mutual friend--
Artie.

Artie Ableson?

From the Israeli PAC.

Not a name
I'm aware of.

That's strange,
he's aware of yours.

He fed it to us.

That proves he's not
my friend.

Yeah.

[Ross]
Why was Nick Flanders
at the crime scene?

[Artie]
Best guess--

coming to brokera deal.

A deal?

Danny, breaking news,

reporters will write
for fame or principle.

But they're sometimes
willing to not write

for cold cash.

Obviously, someone
who didn't believe

in negotiation

beat Nick
to the meeting.

So Rebecca Slater
had hard evidence

vindicating
those Israeli soldiers?

She did.

Naive Sarah Myers,

in her glorious Palestinian
solidarity red scarf,

was set up
to be martyred.

Then why wouldn't you
or your PAC

or the state of Israel

want the whole world
to know that?

Because if people
dig around,

they're also gonna learn
that Sarah Myers was a mole

for Mossad.

Israeli secret service.

Israel inadvertently shot
their own spy,

and turned her into
a Palestinian martyr?

Mm.

Tell me that doesn't say
"Middle East"

all over it.

Okay, so either
the Palestinians

didn't want it revealed

that Sarah was
an Israeli spy,

or the Israelis

didn't want
their spy nest...

disclosed,
is that it?

We're still not sure
if Rebecca even knew

Sarah Myers
was an Israeli spy.

She knew.

Right, Josh?

This isn't a big surprise

to you, is it?

Because you have
Rebecca's notes.

At our last supper
at Vechera,

we were talking shop,
and she...

let it slip that she had
a cyberstorage account.

So when you told me
she was a target, I, uh...

[chuckles]

I guessed her password.

You guessed it?

We had a dog...

in Chechnya...

named Pucinella.

I got it on the first try.

Okay, if Josh could get
into her cyber account,

her killers could too.

When did Josh and Rebecca
make their date?

Over a month ago.

They kept
a private email account.

So they thought.

Killers knew
her whole schedule.

They could've struck
at any time.

They purposely chose
her dinner with Josh,

and Polonium,

to throw suspicion
onto Russia

and off of the Middle East.

Then all they had to do
was bribe the busboy.

How did they know which busboy
to go to?

I mean, this was
too well-planned

for them to leave that
to chance.

You're right.

They would've planted
someone else in the restaurant.

It's a small staff.

All long-term employees.

I can't picture any of them

collaborating
with terrorists.

Well, there's another possibility.

Maybe somebody was duped.

Your busboy
was paid by someone

to plant the Polonium.

Do you, uh, recognize

any of these people?

Maybe friends of Willy's?

I'm sorry, I don't.

That's a beautiful ring.

From your boyfriend?

Leo.

I've never had much luck
with guys,

till now.

Huh.

Do you have any picturesof him?

No.

We only met
three weeks ago.

When's the last time
you saw him?

Last week.

He had some family problem
to deal with.

Hmm.

You have his address?

Maybe his cell phone number?

Queens somewhere.

I have his cell phone memorized.

Oh, could you
write it down?

Leo's a good guy.

And he has his green card.

- He's a gentleman.
- Big tipper?

Oh, yeah.

He tipped me double.

Willy, my busboy,
he tipped him triple.

Leo, he drives a limo,

so he understands
the service industry.

He used to walk me
to the ATM

to deposit my cash.

Which ATM?

The one around the corner
from the restaurant.

[Flanders]
How'd you get this photo?

[Wheeler]
Leg work.

We checked cash machines
near the restaurant,

cross-checked photos
with the staff.

When he was there,
he didn't eat.

Okay,
this is a good lead.

Thank you.

Oh, hey, Nick, uh,

we didn't have
to call you,

so one hand washes
the other here.

You know what I mean?

This is
an espionage matter

involving information
sensitive to the U.S.

Sensitive?

We have a U.S. citizen
sitting in the basement,

about to go
into total organ failure.

His blood's
on your hands.

So screw
the political fallout,

I want to know his name.

Okay.

The name we have
is Leo Brezner.

Sometimes he uses
Andreas Mirko.

An international terrorist,
sometime hit man.

Travels with
a Maltese passport.

Thanks.

Leo's cell phone,
last used Friday

at Newark airport.

We checked every limo
on the concourse,

and then someone remembers
this town car's been parked

for an awful long time.

40 bucks a day.

Found him shivering
in his trunk.

He's barely alive.

Doesn't look like
your guy.

It's an old picture.

I was instructed not to care

about the woman reporter's
companion.

She was the contract.

So when she didn't eat...

I tracked her down--
fulfilled it.

How did you know
the waitress?

I told her
she had pretty eyes.

Bought her
a fake emerald.

She introduced me
to the busboy.

Who you bought
with cash.

How'd you get
infected?

They must have
poisoned me

when they gave me
the Polonium.

Who's "they"?

Does it matter?

They killed you too.

Why would you
protect them now?

There are two businessmen
in Germany.

Said they were Russians.

Though these days,
who knows?

Could be Hamas...

to stop the story.

Or Syria or Israel.

For its own reasons.

[breathing with difficulty]

Rebecca would have
figured this out.

I'm not in her league.

She thought you were.

Oh, right.

Hey, Josh, it's no accident
that Rebecca mentioned

her cyberstorage account
to you.

If anything was gonna
happen to her,

she wanted you
to finish her story.

Logan...

Yeah?

Thank you.