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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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We have a new number, Mr. Reese.

His name is Michael Cahill.

That all you got, Finch?

Cahill's 33 years old, single,

no wife, no children, no pets.

No attachments of any kind.

A bit like you, Mr. Reese.

Problem with this guy's passport
at Kennedy.

I.N.S. is on the way.
We're supposed to wait.

"This guy" just flew 15 hours
for a heart transplant.

I'm not letting him code out here

16 blocks from the hospital.

For all intents and purposes,

Cahill appears
to be an upstanding citizen.

Reese:
Appearances can be deceptive.

We're paying you good money,
so keep your mouth shut, okay?

Finch:
Indeed. Cahill's a criminal.

B&E, assaulting an officer
with a deadly weapon.

Now he's graduated to smuggling.

Crew's run by a guy named Vargas.

These guys will move anything.

And if someone gets in their way,
they'll kill everyone.

How do you suggest we proceed,
Mr. Reese?

As usual ,Finch.
More they are dangerous...

What are you waiting for ?
On the way !

The closer I want to be to them.

[Police siren wails]

We got a problem.

Let me talk to the cop.

I got this.

Stay put.
[Car door clacks shut]

Relax, kid.

Cahill will talk us out of this.

And if he can't, he'll just kill him.

I never met a guy who hated cops
as much as this guy.

Yeah, so what's taking
him so long, huh?

He calls backup and we're all dead.

He doesn't have backup.

I'm all paid up with HR.

You found this rig?

Tail light's out.

Our friend was just
letting us know as a courtesy.

Here's your cut.

[Car engine turns over]

[Door clacks shut]

Thought I was gonna
have to waste them.

[Grunting]

Mike, Mike.
Hold up, brother.

Kid's done enough learning
for tonight, Mike.

One more mistake, I kill him.

[Groans]

Got a problem, Finch.
Cahill's on the move.

It's nearly 3:00 in the morning.

- Any idea where he's going?
- No.

But whatever he's up to,
can't be good.

Finch, Cahill's casing a home.

3404 Orchard Avenue in Brooklyn.

He's breaking in, Finch.

I need some information.
Now.

Homeowner's last name is Tulley.

He's a police officer.

John, you've got to stop Cahill.

Daddy! Daddy!
You're home.

Hey, boy.

[Gun clicks]

Time for all good boys
to go to sleep.

Later, champ.
Sleep tight.

[Laughs]

Mr. Reese, it appears

that you're not the only person
working undercover.

[Numbers spoken in German over radio]

[Radio shuts off]

They might be updating our orders.

You think this is being run
through Langley?

We're not even supposed to operate

in this godforsaken country.

How many times are you gonna
clean that thing?

In the army, they taught us
the fastest way to get shot

was to fail to clean your weapon.

In the marines, they taught us
the fastest way to clean your weapon

was to shoot a couple people with it.

[Knock on door]

- [Gun clicks]
- Best I could do.

Cheap Polish vodka.

Package secure?

We have everything we need...

Except the orders
of where to deliver it.

Almost everything.
You're missing a glass.

Found it.

The package.
What'd he do?

- Not our concern.
- Guy looks government.

The natives don't like us
taking their people.

He's government.

Tried to sell something of ours
to the Chinese.

- What?
- Software.

Something.

I don't know, don't care.

We've got one job in this...

Render him to some black hole
from which he will never return.

If the papers don't clear

or the plane runs out of fuel,
you execute him.

When was the last time you were
in country, my friend?

Call's not coming in tonight.

Go get yourself some R&R.

Don't forget
you're behind enemy lines.

You get caught here,
you're on your own.

Cahill certainly had me fooled.

Cahill's real name is Daniel Tulley.

Graduated from
the police academy in 2003.

Since then, all work records
have disappeared.

The NYPD seems to have gone
to great lengths

to hide his identity,

including a false
social security number.

But if the machine gave us
his number,

it may mean that somebody's
figured out he's a cop.

We should warn him.

Risking his life
is what he signed up for.

We play this wrong...

We could do more harm than good.

[Car lock beeps]

We've got company, Finch.

Why don't you just wear it
if you're gonna

go announcing yourself?

Less than a day away
from the biggest collar

of your career,
you decide to take a holiday?

The man's Cahill's handler.

No one followed me.
I just...

Needed to feel normal.

We got enough on Vargas.
I could pull you out now.

We could have gotten Vargas
five months ago.

He's just a smuggler.

L.O.S., that's the guy we want.

Word is he's picking up
the next shipment in person.

L.O.S. is a fairy tale, Michael.

I took this from
the last delivery from L.O.S.

It's 100% pure.

We found the big one.

The direct source.

Whoever this L.O.S. is...

If no one's stepping on his shipments,
there's a good reason.

I don't want to wind up in a dark suit,
having to inform your wife...

I'll take care of my end,
you take care of yours.

I think Vargas has a cop
in his pocket.

Last night he was too confident

that black and white
wouldn't have backup.

He's got someone protecting him

from the inside, I'm sure of it.

I'll look into it.

Cahill believes Vargas
has a cop on his payroll.

So do I.

Vargas was talking about
being paid up with HR...

The same corrupt cops who were willing
to let Elias kill Carter.

Detective Carter!

Agent Snow.

Didn't realize
you were still in town.

I took a trip upstate.

I'm sure now that our boy's
working with a police officer.

What makes you say that?

Found his fingerprints
at a veterinary clinic

in the Catskills.

And yet I am certain
that John was never there.

I hope his new friend is luckier.

John has a tendency to use people

and then, well, discard them.

I remember his old partner's funeral

like it was yesterday.

A pretty woman.

Like you.

After he was done with her,

not so much.

A word, Detective.

You do realize the man
that shot John was just here?

Agent Snow doesn't know about me...

Or my arrangement
with our mutual friend.

We need your help, Detective.

This man is Michael Cahill,

otherwise known as Daniel Tulley...

Narcotics Detective
working undercover

with a smuggling ring.

One that Mr. Reese
has just infiltrated.

[Scoffs]
Of course he has.

But we believe that there's a leak

at the NYPD.

I don't need to tell
you what can happen

if Cahill's cover is blown.

And you expect me to find this leak.

I just need you
to explain the system.

Who would know
about Cahill's being undercover?

Only his handler.

What about the people
that have access

to his paperwork, files?

Files on undercovers
are kept only as hard copies,

so people like you
can't hack into them.

Words wound, Detective.

The files are kept in safes

in one room controlled by IAB.

However, only the handlers

have the combinations
to their UC's safe.

Anyone tries to break in,

IAB will send them
on a one-way trip to Rikers.

We would need to destroy Cahill's file
before anyone could retrieve it.

We?
Yeah, see,

breaking into 1PP
is a federal offense.

I've got it covered.

[Cell phone rings]

Let me guess, you need another favor.

Someone might be selling out
an undercover narc

to a smuggler named Vargas.

Pay some of your dirty buddies
in narcotics a visit.

Those guys don't exactly
trust me anymore.

I've been getting
some good collars lately too.

Even got a commendation.

Your ass got you that commendation.

Time to get your hands dirty again.

[Cell phone rings]

Yeah?

You don't say.

Which one?

Well, find out then.

Now.

Something's wrong, Finch.

Vargas got a phone call,
and he's not happy about it.

We go ahead with the delivery now.

[Camera clicks]

[Computer keys clicking]

Because L.O.S. will kill us
if we don't.

How many time
I invite you for dinner?

All business with you.

Business is good.
No time to eat.

You know, I've been thinking.

You and I might want
to renegotiate our deal.

You know, in our business,
thinking...

Is the most dangerous thing
you can start doing.

Or maybe I take the shipment
directly to L.O.S.?

Cut you out.

[Guns clicking]

Fine, fine.

Tell you what.

How about I give you
a little something extra, okay?

Just for you?

Yeah?

[Gunshot]
[Gunfire]

[Screams]

[Groans]

Come on, come on!

Out! Let's go!
Move it!

Get him in the back.

That's it.
Hit it.

[Tires screeching]

[Tires screech]

Fools, hurry up.

- Yeah.
- All right.

Come on.

Lay down there.

[Grunts]

Thought we were meeting
with L.O.S., boss.

We are.

Just making a little pit stop first.

Take your phones out
and destroy them.

Drop looks to be in Brooklyn.

Should have the exact location
in a second.

[Computer beeps]

[Phones clattering]

[Computer beeps]

What happened?

Your weapons...
Toss 'em in.

All of you.
Now.

One of you is a cop.

In an hour or two,
I'm going to find out which one.

Whoever's still alive
will finish making this delivery.

That America is a place
where all things are possible...

Who still wonders
if the dream of our founders

is alive in our time.

- Do you mind?
- No, not at all.

[Over TV]
The power of our democracy.

Hell of a thing, huh?

Tonight is your answer.

[Cheers and applause]

You, uh, live in New York,
or you just visiting?

Just visiting.

Where you from?

Originally?

Puyallup, Washington.

Are you kidding me?
My wife's from Puyallup.

You still live there?

Not for a long time.

I travel for work.

Ah. I used to do that.

It's brutal.

Not anymore.

Me and the wife
just put a down payment

on our first house...

Up in New Rochelle.

You don't say.
Sounds nice.

Hey, you know what?

My wife's running late, as usual.

I better give her a call.

Make sure she's okay.

What did I tell you, John?

You told me to get a drink.

And of the 8 million people
you could be drinking with

in New York City,

you just happened to pick the one
who's married to your ex?

[Groans]

Gotta help me.
Please, please.

He's losing too much blood.

We should take him to the hospital.

No one's going anywhere until I know
which one of you is a rat.

[Gulps, sobs]

Sip it.

Slowly, slowly.

[Swallows, panting]

Take me to the hospital,
Mike, please!

Shut it or I'll put you
out of your misery myself.

Help me, please.

We need to build a tourniquet.

Why bother?

If we stop the bleeding,
it might get him to shut up.

You guys get a call?

Someone lit up Su Chin's.

Narco thing gone South.

Damn shame.

Best Kung Pao in Queens.

Sorry for your loss.

[Cell phone rings]

Where's your partner?

Oh, let me guess.
Queens?

I'm having a little trouble
finding him, actually.

- You lost him?
- "Lost" would be a strong word.

But, yes, Detective,
in answer to your unspoken question,

I do need your help.

What you got?

A license plate.

He's lost a lot of blood.

- Think he'll make it?
- Probably not.

We did the best we could.

[Cell phone chimes]

All right, we got a break.

We're looking for a warehouse
on the Docks in Brooklyn.

Dispatch, we need
multiple units to respond.

Hey!

Look what the cat drug in.
You look terrible.

Look at you.
You might want to lay off the brown liquor.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Smuggler by the name of Neil Vargas.
You ever heard of him?

Want to twist his arm a little bit,

see if I can get
a percentage of his scores.

Thought maybe
you might want to get in.

I don't hear a peep
from you for three months,

then all of a sudden
you show up with this new score.

Hard to trust a guy
whose buddies wind up in prison.

You want to shake down this Vargas?

You gotta be a good boy
and ask permission.

If this guy isn't
already paid up with HR,

you could have at it.

Who do I contact
if I want to contact HR?

You already have.

[Cell phone rings]

I'll be in touch.

I won't hold my breath.

Yeah?

Finch: There's gonna be
a shift change at 1 Police Plaza.

This may be our only opportunity.

Opportunity for what?

Are you in position, Detective?

Whoa, whoa,
easy with the volume there.

No wonder Mr. Sunshine's
always in a foul mood.

You'll get used to it.
It takes a little time,

- which you're running out of.
- Okay, okay.

- What's the plan, Kimosabe?
- The plan is simple.

The IAB Detective
that patrols the room

makes one more inspection
before the next shift begins.

That will give you
approximately 8 1/2 minutes

to spoof the key card,
break into the safe,

and retrieve Tulley's file

before Vargas's informant
can get to it.

Yeah, sure.
Sounds simple.

Make sure you point
the reader at the key card.

Anything else I should know?

Yeah, don't get caught.

Thanks a lot.
I'll try my best.

Fusco, what are you doing here?

- What are you doing?
- Uh, I was just leaving.

I'm just, uh, running
an errand for the Captain.

- Later.
- Yeah, you have a good day.

All right.

[Cell phone dials]

Detective Carter.

Got three possible hits
on that license plate.

It was logged by an
automatic plate reader

on a Cruiser in South Brooklyn.

I'm gonna start looking.

I'm glad to hear it.
Thank you, Detective.

- Fusco: Finch, Finch? You there?
- I'm here. Go ahead.

All right.
I'm going in now.

I'm... I'm sorry.

That's fine.

[Beep]

Presto.
I'm in.

Okay, what now?

Turn off the fluorescents.

Use that light I gave you.

Do you see the prints?

3-5-8.

Start punching numbers.

The code could be in any sequence.

[Keypad beeps]

We're running out of time, Detective.

I tried every combination.
It's not working.

A little help, please?

Was one of the prints smudged?

Yeah, 5 is a little blurry, why?

It's used twice.
Try 3-5-5-8.

5-5-8-3.

8-5-3-5.

Can't believe it worked.

- I've got Tulley's file.
- Good job, Detective.

Tulley's safe for now.

You have 23 seconds left.

Detective Fusco, right?

My department investigated you
and your buddies.

Listen, this isn't what it looks like.
I can explain.

Explain shredding
a confidential file?

You're under arrest.

I had to destroy that file.
[Car door clacks shut]

There was a UC
whose life was in danger.

And you know this how?

I've got a guy... tells me things.

What guy?
What things?

Finch: Careful what you say,
Detective.

We can look after you, but these men

are looking for our friend.

Look, it doesn't make
a difference who the guy is.

All you need to know is that
a cop's life was on the line

and I was trying to save him.

[Cell phone rings]

Yeah.
I got a problem.

I couldn't get the file.

Some idiot destroyed it.

But whoever the rat is,
I got word he just made

a phone call from your location.

What do you mean,
somebody made a call?

That's impossible.

I've got to take care of a situation.

- I'll call you back later.
- You're the informant.

Where's his phone?

Whole let easier for me
to search you after I shoot you.

He took it.

You kidding?
Huh?

The hell I did.

Get off me!

Shouldn't be too hard to find out.

[Cell phone dials]

[Cell phone rings]

Looks like we found our rat.

You tell the cops about L.O.S.?

Huh? The delivery?

You shouldn't waste time.

My reinforcements
will be here any minute.

[Grunts]

If that were true,

I would have gotten
a call from my guy

and you'd be dead.

We're not getting anywhere.

Give me time alone.
I'll get him to talk.

You better get him to talk
or you both catch a bullet.

[Groans]

Who the hell are you?

- I know you're not a cop.
- No.

But I've been undercover.

I know the only thing you want
in the world

is to go home to your wife Melinda,

to your son Danny.

Hey.

Let's get one thing straight.

You don't know me.

I know your handler's name is Byrne.

I know you've been
on the force since 2003.

I know you had
a younger brother Connor

who O.D.'d a month
after you graduated high school.

How did you...

That's why you're so committed
to catching L.O.S.

What, are you a fed or something?

Something.

I can help you escape.

Help you get home.

If you know me so well,
then you know I won't go home.

Not while L.O.S.
Is still operating.

Your cover's gonna be blown.

You stay, you risk everything.

Your life...

Your family.

Can you get a message to my wife?

Tell her I love her.

We'll find a way to get you home.

And you can tell her yourself.

The exchange is at the scrapyard.

He's coming.

[Groans]

That's right.

He say anything yet?

I need more time.

Okay, there's no more time.
[Gun clicks]

Ajax is dead.
We've gotta dump the bodies.

No, no.
Let me do it.

I want to see the look on his face
as I end this rat.

Help yourself.

What's the play here, John?

We're gonna kill this guy?

Dissolve his body
in a bathtub full of acid?

Or are you just scratching an itch?

His name is Peter.

He's 37, makes 175,000 a year.

Is he a good guy or a serial killer?

I don't know.

But either way,

he'll take better care of her
than you could.

This is why I worried
about bringing you back.

See, you look like the rest
of these people...

But you're not like them
anymore, are you?

If they knew what you'd done...

You're barely even the same species.

We're walking in the dark.

I've heard this speech before.

Hey, uh...

Sorry, I didn't realize
you were meeting someone as well.

Honey, you didn't tell him
about your much-better half?

There will be hell to pay later.

- We should get going.
- Wait.

Two seconds.

Um, I really want you
to meet my wife.

She's going to get a kick
out of meeting someone

from Puyallup.

I get it.
Believe me.

First time I rotated back,

I went straight home to my family.

I sat outside in the rental car
for three hours,

just watching.

And I realized I could tell them
everything that I'd seen,

everything that I'd done,

and they wouldn't understand
a single word.

This isn't some speech.

We're not...

walking in the dark.

We are the dark.

- Oh, Peter.
- Jessica.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm late.

It's time to go, John.

There's a couple
at the bar I want you to meet.

Okay.

- Huh.
- I guess it's just us?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

What's the holdup?

He'll be harder to I.D. without this.

Car will burn hot enough.
Won't be anything left to I.D.

Need a lift?

I was in the neighborhood.

My lucky day.

Your version of a lucky day

is being shot and lit on fire?

Not shot, just grazed.

Lucky for me,
Cahill's an excellent marksman.

[Cell phone rings]

It's for you.

Where's Cahill?

Oh, I'm...

Fine, Finch.
Thanks for asking.

Cahill went to the exchange
with L.O.S.

Without backup.

- Where?
- South Brooklyn scrapyard.

Headed there now.

You got any firearms
besides that piece?

Yeah.

Girl after my own heart.

- Mr. Reese.
- Yeah.

We have one other problem.

Vargas's informant
has Detective Fusco.

And his life
is most certainly in danger.

Mr. Reese,

I'm not sure we have time
to save them both.

All right, thanks.

This is L.O.S.?

You made a mess out of this.

Next time, don't keep me waiting.

Back! Back!

You stay back,
or I spill your boss's brains

on the asphalt.

Do you know who you're threatening?

Where's your backup, son?

[Gun clicks]

Let him go.

You're going to have to shoot.

[Gunshots]

I wouldn't do that.

Stay down.
Don't nobody move.

On the ground.

You gonna arrest me?

I'll be out in 14 hours.

Then I'm coming for you.

Threatening a police officer.

I'll add that to the charges.

There won't be any charges.
At least none that stick.

He's CIA.

What?

The CIA's trafficking drugs?

The government couldn't win
the war on drugs...

So they're using it
to fund the war on terror.

This is common knowledge?

Doubtful.

The company's built on secrets.

I risked my life for this.

- I'm taking him in.
- You do

and the company
will ruin your career.

And that's if you're lucky.

I'm taking him in.

Always liked to push my luck too.

Do you know why I'm so good
at my job, Fusco?

I can tell a dirty cop
when I see one.

You should try looking in the mirror.

You know, you may think
you've gone clean,

found God, Buddha,
or some African shaman,

but at the end of the day,
your hands are still dirty.

Always will be.

You hear that?

I don't hear nothing.

That's right.

No sirens, no bullhorns.

No one's coming to save you.

No one cares.

That guy...
The one who tells you things...

He used you,

then let you rot
like a piece of garbage.

Might as well tell me who it is.

At least you'll have the satisfaction
of repaying the favor.

You think you're the first person
to put a gun to my head?

No.
But I will be the last.

Yeah, maybe you will.

You ever been shot?

Craziest things go through
your mind...

Glad I put on clean underwear,

hid that stash of porn.

Sorry that your son had to find out
that his old man was a dirty cop.

Then you realize you're gonna die.

You try to go down
doing something good.

You wouldn't know about that,
would you,

- you dirty sack?
- Kneel.

[Gunshot]

Cutting it kind of close,
don't you think?

At least I'm not late.

[Grunts]
I gotta call this in.

I can make this a good shooting.

That phone is the only proof

that this guy was working
with Vargas?

- Yeah.
- Let me see it.

- What the hell are you doing?
- I can't have you coming clean, Lionel.

I need you inside HR.

Get close to them.

There are cameras inside of 1PP.

People will know that
I've left with this guy.

We're talking murder one.
Don't you get it?

That's the point.

You'll need your friends at HR
to help you cover this up.

I was just starting to enjoy
being a good guy for a change.

You've done some nice work, Lionel.

I'm sorry,
but you're more useful inside.

My hands are dirty,
always will be, huh?

- Are we taking mommy to the hospital?
- Yeah, champ.

You're about to have
a new little brother.

I'm sure I forgot something.

I should have packed a week ago.
[Laughs]

Honey, what is it?
You okay?

I love you...

So much.

I know.

I thought you might like to know

that Agent Snow has arranged
the release of L.O.S.

He'll be out in less than an hour.

- What do you plan to do?
- I'll keep an eye on Cahill

and make sure he stays
safe and sound.

He's about to have
a screaming infant.

I doubt he'll be anywhere close
to sound.

Poor guy.

It's been a long time, Mark.

Surprised they sent you
down here for me.

You know the agency.
They always take care of their own.

The whole deal went pear-shaped.

Probably cost us
20 million, 30 million.

First thing to take care of

are those two cops
who brought me in...

Some undercover
and a female detective.

I gave them both fair warning.

They gotta go.

We gotta send a message.

You're always impulsive, Ray.

You can't go around killing cops.

And you really shouldn't
have gotten yourself arrested.

I warned you.

You're behind enemy lines here.

Come on.

[Grunting]

Got your call.

Looks like you got yourself
in a little trouble.

It was an accident.

Most accidents
don't require a shovel.

Help me make this go away.

I'll be indebted.

You'll be a little bit more
than indebted, my friend.

You belong to HR now.

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