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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.

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- Any sign of the kid?
- No.

Still looking.

Knew we shouldn't have
trusted him.

Damn kid's always been
reckless.

Whenever you're ready,
Mr. Reese.

I'm in here.

Where did you come from?

I breached the space-time
continuum.

Not really.

I did sense my privacy
being invaded.

But we'll leave that for now.
We have work to do.

Numbers have come in.

What do you mean, numbers?

What plurals usually mean.

More than one.

In this case four.

Claire Ryan, 42,
lecturer at NYU.

Matt Duggan, 33, a waiter.

Wendy McNally, 29,
a hairstylist.

And Paula Vasquez, 23,
unemployed.

They seem completely random.

Usually, when the machine

So one of these four
could be trying to kill

the other three.

Or they could all be victims
or all killers.

Or as you say, all random.

Either way,
we need to move fast.

Claire Ryan's number
came up first

if only by a millisecond.

242 Wilson in Queens,
apartment 3C.

Speaking of privacy.

Careful what you look for,
Mr. Reese,

or you might find it.

We have to be straight
with you.

Some things don't add up.

Like what?

You go to meet
your confidential informant,

one Nashus Drake,
AKA "Bottlecap"--

According to you
a trusted source.

He shoots you in the chest.

Luckily, you're wearing a vest.

He's gonna kill you
when he gets shot

by an unknown shooter?

Like it says in my statement.

Your statement doesn't say

where this unknown shooter
came from.

Because I don't know.

It also doesn't say
why he did it.

Maybe because he saw me
about to get shot.

So he cares about you.

I doubt he gives a damn
about me.

But this is the man
you've been chasing

for the last three months.

As it says in my statement,
I believe so.

So what, this guy allegedly
you've been trying to lock up,

- he saves your life?
- "Allegedly."

That's clever.

You know what would be clever?

You pretending to chase
this guy

when in fact
you're working for him.

I think we're done here.

Detective, tell me something.

Has he made contact with you?

Spoken to you?

You got my statement.

We don't talk again
unless my delegate is present.

So he's pacing back and forth,
back and forth,

back and forth.

Finally pulls his mask down,
walks right into the door,

knocks himself out cold.

The genius forgot to cut
the eyeholes in the mask.

Hey, Carter.

What are you doing?
You got shot.

Take some time off,
for Pete's sake.

My vest got shot.
It can take some time off.

How's it going with
the inquiry and everything?

The way these things
usually go.

They make you feel like you
murdered your own mother.

So I'm stuck on my desk
and you're working with Olson.

Oh, great.
Detective happy.

What did you tell 'em
about the CI?

The truth.

He was taken out
by an unknown shooter.

The guy-- You got a good look
at him this time, didn't you?

No. Not his face.

Well, maybe
that's a good thing.

'Cause you know,
it would be hard.

You don't know whether to thank
the guy or arrest him.

No, that'd be easy.
I'd arrest him.

Look, whatever happens
or you need anything,

- I got your back, all right?
- Okay.

Finch, I'm at Claire's
apartment.

Something's up.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Finch.
- Mr. Reese.

You said the machine would
give us the number and time.

It didn't.

So what do we got?

Victim's name is Claire Ryan.

Some kind of professor.
Lived alone.

Looks like she was beaten up.

One shot to the head,
close range.

Looks like she came
into some money.

BluRay player,
new tablet, shoes.

Expensive shoes--
Jimmy Choo, Manolo Blahnik.

All bought this morning.

What else do we know
about our vic?

I asked you a question, Fusco.

What?
What's that?

I'm done at Claire's, Finch.

I need you out on the street.

You got to help me get eyes
on the remaining three.

I'm more useful here,
trying to find connections

between them.

No point in that
if they're all dead.

Tracking people down
is your area of expertise.

I can't track
three people down,

and I don't want
to lose anyone else.

I need you out here.

I'm on my way.

I'll take Wendy.

Put Fusco on Paula.

Can you track Matt?

I can track Matt.

On my way.

What the hell
are you doing here?

You didn't kill her, did you?

Lionel, after all
we've been through.

Exactly.

Why aren't you working
with Carter?

She's on desk duty till
our homicide gets cleaned up.

Some unknown gunman caused her
a world of grief.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about that, would you?

No.
Find this girl Paula.

Address is on the back.

Keep your eyes on her.

Paula Vasquez?
Why?

Don't want her ending up
like the lady upstairs.

You think she might?

I know she won't,

because you'll throw yourself
in front of the bullet.

Funny guy.

What about the homicide I'm
supposed to be investigating?

Paula could be connected
to your homicide.

Stay on her.

Who messed with my desk?

Carter.
In here.

What else have you got
on your special forces guy?

Everything I got
is in the file he's reading.

Whoever he is.

You've been after this guy
for months.

You don't even have
a description?

He-- He's tall.
He wears a suit.

Sometimes rides a motorcycle.
That's it.

This is serious, Carter.

You letting him run,
you've made him a problem

for the whole department.

I did not let him run.

I've been trying to catch
the son of a bitch.

Did he shoot your CI?

I'm not answering that
until I know who he is.

Answer the question
or turn in your badge.

Yes, it was him.

That will be all, Detective.

Finch, I'm at Wendy's salon.

Seems fine.

Hang on a sec.

Signature, please.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hi.

Can I help you?

I...

Need to make an appointment.

Wash and cut?

Something a little more modern?

Bit of styling?

Is this, uh, gray, au naturel
or au bouteille?

It's, uh--

Sexy either way.

- So, uh, you single?
- What?

Single?
Yes.

Girls, he's single.

- Nice.
- Whoo!

I just need an appointment.

I'm sorry,

but I'm not letting you
back out on the street

looking like this.

Damn it!

Mr. Reese,

I'm tracking our friend
Matt Duggan.

Looks like he's having
an early midlife crisis.

He just quit his job
and now he's shopping

for motorcycles.

Hold on.

My aunt in Boston died,
left me a nice chunk

of change.

Thought I'd treat myself
to a dream.

Won't be a minute, hon.

Yep, he's buying himself
a new Ducati.

Paying cash.

Murdered woman Claire
was spending big too.

Look around, Finch.

Is anyone watching your guy?

I'm not exactly good at this.

No, no one I can see.

Well, keep your eyes open.

Call me back.

Lionel?

Yeah, that Paula girl?
I lost her.

She gave me the slip.

Well, good work, Detective.

I'm sorry, okay?

Look, another thing.
I think she bought a firearm.

You lost her
and she weaponed up?

You better stick to your...

Day job.

Excuse me.

- I'm waiting for Wendy.
- I'm sorry.

She had an emergency,
had to rush off.

I'm free.
I can fit you in now.

No, that's okay.
Thank you.

Hi, um, Finch, what do got?

Our man is coming
out of the showroom.

Placed his order
and left a deposit.

Okay, stay on him.

Both girls just gave us
the slip.

Hold on.
Someone left a stroller.

- What are you talking about?
- There's a baby stroller

near the car.
I don't know where the mom--

Oh, there she is.

Oh, my God, it's a bomb!

Get down.
Get down on the ground, Finch.

I have to warn him!

Finch, are you okay?

Harold!

I saw it.
I saw the crash.

Oh, my God.
He's dead.

What's that stuff?

Uh, I think it's cocaine.

I should have seen it quicker.

I mean, what kind
of a mother leaves a stroller?

And she was wearing sunglasses
and a scarf,

obviously to hide her face.

- Finch.
- If I could have warned him,

- he might still be here.
- Finch.

You couldn't have saved him.

You have to let it go.

We have to concentrate
on the ones still alive.

- Wendy and Paula.
- Yes.

I've looked for connections,
found none.

No shared employment history.

No social networking.

Paula's online footprint
is miniscule,

so she's either
the paranoid sort

or she likes to fly
beneath the radar--

Both of which I can relate to.

- But I--
- Finch, connections.

Right, I'm sorry.

Smartphones are constantly
searching for wi-fi signals.

And they keep the last hundred
or so wi-fi hot spots

in their memory.

I've extracted that
from Matt, Wendy,

and Claire's phones,
and I'm using it

to plot where our friends went
in the last 24 hours

to see if they--

To see if they intersect.

Roosevelt Drive...
11:57 PM.

They were all in the same place
for four minutes.

Why?

According
to the d.O.T. Website,

there was a traffic accident
with a fatality.

Name of the deceased withheld.

That's our connection.

For three of them,

but not paranoid Paula.

We don't have her phone,
so we don't know

where she was that night.

Fusco said she bought a gun.
She could be our killer.

Then you need to get to Wendy.

I have tried,
but her apartment's empty,

and she's abandoned
her cell phone.

Only relative I could find--

Wendy's mom Susan,
lives in Putnam County.

- What are you doing, Carter?
- I got bored.

Thought I'd lend you a hand
with your case.

I ran your murder victim
Claire Ryan's fingerprints

through AFIS.

They showed up at this car crash
two nights ago.

Claire's prints were
on the car.

And this guy-- Matt Duggan.

CSU thinks they were witnesses

trying to help this guy
in the car,

but he was killed on impact.

I must have missed something.
How does this help our case?

Well, Claire's dead,
and so is Matt.

Killed in a car explosion
yesterday.

Which could be a coincidence,

except Matt had just bought
himself a brand-new Ducati,

paying cash.

Claire had been shopping too.

So they're both at the crash,

they both get money,
they both get dead.

Money must have come
from inside the car.

Who was driving it?

According to CSU,
Congressman Hallen's son, Jamie.

A congressman's son
gets killed?

How does that get hushed up?

Well, the congressman's
on the committee

investigating
Wall Street banks.

And he's a friend
of the police unions.

I guess that buys
some goodwill.

Was it an accident?

CSU thinks Jamie
was speeding and on coke.

The only thing
that was found in the car

was a brochure for a haitian
orphans charity Jamie ran.

I should go down to 1PP,
check out what the cameras

at the real time
crime center saw.

I think you should stay
at your desk

like the captain told you to.

Lionel, what a pleasure.

Our murder victim
Claire Ryan--

She connects to
Congressman Hallen's son, Jamie.

Died two nights ago
in a car crash.

Maybe you want to give this
to your little friend

with the glasses.

I'm here, Detective Fusco.

Yeah, right.
Hi to you too.

Like I was about to say,

there were two sets of prints
on Jamie Hallen's car.

Claire's and a Matt Duggan's.

- He got killed--
- In an explosion yesterday.

Jamie Hallen crashed
on Roosevelt Drive?

Thought that was supposed
to be hushed.

Car crash must be where
they got the money, Finch.

Jeez, anything you don't know?

Yeah.
How's Carter doing?

She's hanging in there,
you know?

But it's hard to do the job
when you're stuck on your desk.

We'll keep an eye on her,
make sure she's okay.

And Detective,
leave your phone on

when you talk
to Congressman Hallen.

You can hear me all the time?

Yes, and I'm hearing
rather too much

of your lower intestine.

Could you possibly
move your phone

from your belt
to your jacket pocket?

Hey, Fusco, you die in there?

Keep your panties on,
I'm coming.

If there's anything I can do,

please call me.

Thank you, Davis.

Thank you very much.

And again, deepest sympathies

for your loss, Congressman.

Appreciate it.
Thank you.

The police, sir.

Detectives Olson and Fiasco.

Fusco.

Why-- why are you here?

I already talked
to one of your people

about Jamie's accident.

We have further questions
about the accident, sir.

It may relate to another case.

Do you know your son's movements
that night?

He was at a party
at Davis Bannerman's house.

He, uh, was driving home
when he was...Killed.

You're investigating
Bannerman's bank,

and your son socializes
with him?

I didn't like it either,
but I couldn't control

my son's social life.

You son have a lot of money
on him that night?

I have no idea.

Why would that be pertinent?

Two people were murdered.

We think they were both
at the crash site.

We also think
they found money in the car.

I'm sorry.
I don't know what to say.

Was he dealing drugs?

Look, he's dead.

Can't we just let it go
at that?

Two other people are dead too.
So, no.

Was he dealing?

I worried that he-- he--

He was doing something
he shouldn't be doing.

He was dealing with people

he shouldn't have been
dealing with.

That's all I can say about it.

Well, we'll have to talk
to Bannerman.

As long as you take
what he says to you

with a grain of salt.

We're not friends.

One of these were found
in your son's car.

Did he set up this charity?

Yes, he did.

That's how I like
to think of him.

His good deeds.

You left Bannerman's house,
but you weren't going home,

were you, Jamie?

Here is your new phone, okay?

Thanks.
Did you say anything to mom?

Not till I know
that we're safe.

Did you hear about
that guy Matt?

There's people looking for us.

Okay?

You get back,
or I will shoot you.

If you're going to buy a gun...

Make sure you know
how to use it.

You came to the salon.

What do you want?

You mean apart from a haircut?

How do you two know each other?

We've known each other
for years.

We're foster sisters.

Not that that's any
of your business.

Guess the, uh, money you took
from the crashed car

is none of my business either?

We're not telling you anything,

till we know who you are
and why you're following us.

Hello!
Anyone at home?

Find out what he wants.

And stand away from the door.

Who is it?

Uh, my name is Dayne.

I'm sorry to trouble you,

but my car has just
broken down.

I'm sorry,
but this isn't a garage.

I know, I know,
but the thing is--

is my phone just died

and the kids are getting
kind of scared,

so if I could just
use your phone?

I-- I'll pay for the call.

Let him in.

Okay.

Here's how Jamie Hallen died.

- Ooh.
- Ugh.

I persuaded a tech at
the real time crime center

to copy this for me.

Two cars stopped
after the crash.

Crime center guys were able
to read the plates.

Prius registered
to Claire Ryan,

escort to Matt Duggan,

so they're confirmed.

But look at this.

- Two more women.
- Mm-hmm.

- Crime center identify them?
- Nope.

Camera's set
for maximum field of view.

Resolution's not enough
for facial recognition.

This is where
it gets interesting.

Suitcase.
That has to be the money.

We got to find these girls
before the killers do.

Guy at the crime center said
there's another detective

looking for them.

Detective Foster,
82nd precinct.

We got anything else?

Yeah.
This guy.

About 30 minutes
after the crash,

he makes a phone call.

Wish we could hear
what he was saying.

Unfortunately,
we're not the NSA.

Vehicle must be new,
'cause look.

There are no plates.

That's convenient.

Want to get
in some more trouble, Carter?

Go talk to Detective Foster,

and see if he knows anything.

Be a pleasure.

Finch,

can you do a search
for Susan McNally

at St. George's hospital?

I'm on it.

Everything all right?

Killers just tried to take out
Wendy and Paula.

Please tell me they failed.

For now.
Girls took off.

They're sisters, Finch.
Foster sisters.

If their mom's still
at St. George's,

that's where I think
they'll go.

- Mom is still there.
- So she's sick?

That why
the girls took the money?

Had a fall, broke her hip.

Not sick exactly.

Her home is the problem.

Mortgage is worth more
than the house.

Bank's foreclosing on her.

At least they took the money
for a reason.

- You know whose it is yet?
- I'm digging.

Keep those girls safe.

Fusco, Carter.
Just left the 82nd.

There is no Detective Foster.

Somebody used a fake
detective shield to get eyes

on the crash footage.

Remember how Claire
was beaten up?

I think the killer tracked her
through her license plates,

then tortured her to get
the other names.

Call me.

What's wrong with you,
following a cop?

Trying to get yourself shot?

I'm just worried about you,
Detective.

Don't.
Just back off, okay?

You and your preppy friend
over there.

Why don't we go somewhere
quiet where we can talk?

You're CIA.

I met plenty like you
in the green zone.

So why are you worried
about me?

Because of the man
you're chasing.

He's dangerous.

He saved my life.

What was that, an accident?

No. Just proves
he still has good instincts.

- Do you even know him?
- Yeah.

I was his best friend.

Then why do you want him
so bad?

Because he used to kill people
for his country.

Now he just kills them.

His victims...
The ones that we know of.

For some he deserves a medal.

For some, the chair.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause we want you to know
who he is.

He's an incredibly dangerous,
incredibly gifted man

who's been almost destroyed
by the things he was made to do.

He's always looking
for someone to trust,

but his paranoia
makes trust impossible.

I don't understand.

Kara Stanton--
His CIA handler.

They were a team.

Inseparable,
saved each other's lives

- a dozen times, and then--
- He killed her.

Then disappeared.

We thought he was dead.

Gave him his star
on the wall at Langley.

Then three months ago,
you ran his prints--

Brought him back from the dead.

We want to bring him back in
before he kills anyone else.

Before he kills himself.

We want to help him.

So where do I come in
to all of this?

We think he trusts you.

Like he trusted her.

We want you to keep yourself,
and him, alive.

Thanks for coming in,
Mr. Bannerman.

Anything for the NYPD.

Jamie Hallen--
He was at a party

at your house, two nights ago.

Briefly.

He was stoned.

I asked him to leave.

Even ordered a cab for him.

He left before it arrived...
Sadly.

Was he dealing drugs?

Look, I liked the kid.

But I don't want to--

Was he dealing drugs?

I don't know.

But he seemed to have
a lot of money suddenly.

And, uh, let's put it
like this.

I heard he was dealing
with some people he shouldn't.

I heard, Detective Fusco.

Bannerman's story confirmed
Congressman Hallen's.

Yeah, he said the same things.

- So it doesn't help us.
- You're not hearing me.

He said the same thing
as Hallen.

Look, I interrogate
a lot of douches,

and I know when they got
their lies lined up.

They coordinated their stories?

Despite the fact they're
supposed to hate each other?

I think Bannerman was working
something with Hallen.

Jamie was a go-between,

and now they're tossing him
under the bus.

Mr. Reese?

I'm at the hospital.

Wendy's here.

No sign of Paula.

What do you got?

Getting close.

I know where Jamie was going
that night anyway.

Only as far
as Laguardia airport.

- Was he flying somewhere?
- Yes.

On a jet
belonging to Davis Bannerman.

Flight plan to the Caymans
filed with the FAA.

Jamie Hallen the only passenger
on the manifest.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Are you looking for someone?

Just found him.
Thanks.

Why was he going
to the Caymans?

I believe he was working
for his haitian orphans charity.

A theory I'm about
to put to the test.

I'll call you.

Where's Paula?

She's gone
to get something to eat.

We were worried about you.

Wasn't me
they were trying to kill.

I'm sorry
we lied to you before.

You were at the crash scene.

Want to tell me what happened?

We were out walking.

The car crashed
almost in front of us.

We ran up, found two people
there already...

Trying to help.

The, uh--
The driver was dead--

Coke all over him.

And a suitcase with, like,
a million bucks in it.

Young guy, fast car,

cocaine, cash.

I mean,
the money had to be illegal.

So you took it.

We divvied it up...

250 grand each.

Would have fixed everything.

It was wrong.

We knew it was wrong.

We should have...

Called 911, and walked away.

Where's the money?

It's under mom's bed in there.

The nurses think
it's her knitting.

$1/2 million worth of knitting.

Whoa, whoa.

What do you want to do?

We want to give the money back.

But we don't know
who these guys are.

Drug dealers?

Mafia?

And your mom?

Her house?

We'll find a way...
Somehow.

Oh, that's Paula.

Just sent you a picture.

I want you to get the money
and come down

to the third floor
of the parking garage.

Come alone--
No muscle--

If you want your friend
to live.

Found him.

He's dead.
The money's gone.

We got cameras.
Might need some help.

Mr. Hallen,
this is Thomas Paine.

Congressman, thank you for
seeing me on such short notice.

Always a pleasure to meet
a representative

of the blogosphere.

Have a seat.

That's a rather famous name.

Nom de plume.

Sir, your enemies
are trying to bring you down.

And they're using your son
to do it.

They used Jamie?
How?

Blackmail.

You know about
his haitian orphans charity.

Yes, I hope
it will be his legacy.

I hope it won't.

They have $30 million
in that account,

and they've never helped
a single child.

It's a classic
black-arts setup.

They open an offshore
account--

Who are they, for God's sake?

The banks, of course.

Bannerman and his ilk.

They stuff it with money,

they tie you to it
by association,

and then they expose it
and ruin you.

The man who's supposed to bring
honesty to Wall Street

is shown to be as corrupt
as those he's investigating.

Have you taken this
to the police?

No, no, no.

They're in the pocket
of Wall Street.

I'm offering you a chance
to extricate yourself.

As your son's executor,
you could close that charity,

transfer those funds
to the Red Cross.

And then what
would your enemies have on you?

Nothing.

You'd be clean.

And all of their dirty money
would have gone to a good cause.

- That's a brilliant idea.
- But you have to move fast.

I will.
Do you have a contact number?

It's written on this...

My plume de nom
rather than nom de plume.

Indeed, Mr. Paine.

I'm deep in your debt.

Davis Bannerman.

Davis, this is Jim Hallen.

Before you ask me how I am,
I'm not well.

Not only is my son dead,

but his damn accident

is threatening
to put us both in jail.

My people are on top of it.

The last two items
are about to be dealt with,

- so relax.
- I can't!

Some idiot blogger found out
about the Cayman charities.

What?
How?

How do I know?

We've got to shut it down,
move the money.

But first, you've got
to close up the leak.

No problem.

How do we find him?

Fusco.

Detective Fusco.

I'm sending you a recording.

Carter.

Heard you've been taking
some heat because of me.

Maybe.

Maybe you can come in here,
help me explain some things.

No, thanks.

But I can help you look good
in another way.

Oh, yeah?

The people who killed
Claire Ryan and Matt Duggan--

Parking garage,
St. George's hospital.

When's it going down?

- I have to go.
- Wait.

Thank you...

For saving my life.

You're welcome.

Ready?

Snow.

He just called.

I know where he's going to be.

Call the number.

Tell him he doesn't see you
or the money

until you see Paula.

I'm here.

But I'm not going to do a thing

until I can see
that Paula's safe.

Okay.

Paula's okay.

You're going to walk
towards her.

If I shout, you run.

Okay?

Go.

You again?

Have you lost your car?

I'm waiting for someone.

Okay.
Good night then.

Wendy, Paula, run!

Run, Paula!

Ah!

I thought you were nice.

Are you okay?

Will you take this?

No.
You earned it.

No one's coming after you
anyway, not now.

But you should go quickly.

Thank you.

For saving my life.

You're welcome.

He just called.

I know where he's going to be.

You got the cameras?

Yeah, cutting the feeds now.

♪

♪ you laid it on the line ♪

♪ in shadows where you hide ♪

♪ a life that was designed ♪

♪ you've been cheated,
oh, so blind ♪

Hello, John.

Mark.

Glad to see you're still alive.

I bet you are.

Surprised you ended up
in New York City.

Thought you'd get yourself
a cabin in the woods--

Montana, maybe.

What do you want, Mark?

Time to come home, John.

Slate's been wiped clean.

♪ Imagine no more tears ♪

You know that
will never happen.

♪ These twisted words of time ♪

♪ and how your spirit shines ♪

♪ I wish that you were mine ♪

You see him?

Negative.

Get down here and find him.

Carter!

Damn it!

♪ I know that
I've been falling ♪

Hey, Harold.

John, I've been trying
to call you.

Yeah, I've been kind of busy.

- Where are you?
- Parking structure.

It's not looking good.

Carter sold you out.

They got to her.

Yeah, they're clever like that.

I wanted to say thank you,
Harold,

for giving me a second chance.

It's not over, John.

I'm close.
Just get to the ground floor.

No.
You stay away.

Don't even risk it.

♪ Into this endless night ♪

♪ I know that
I've been falling ♪

Hold it!

You?

Get him out of here.

Come on.

Go.

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