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- Previously on Limitless...
- I've been thinking about

the shooting.

I was watching footage of Morra.

It's almost like he dodged.

Do you think he's on NZT?

Senator's coat. The real one.

With NZT in the blood.

Everything go smooth?

I had to talk to one guy

in the Evidence unit.

He's dead, Brian.

He went to a Chinese restaurant

where the chef knows about his allergy.

Somehow, peanut oil
ended up in his entrée.

He died in the ambulance.

Do you think someone killed him?

I think someone didn't
want us talking to him.

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You understand you're
giving a statement to IAU

about your recent investigation
of Cyrillus Holdings?

Mm.

And that this also includes
the 48-hour period

you spent working with another agent.

Look, I get it.

You want me to talk about Lucy Church.

That works for me; I could talk
about Lucy Church all day long.

And why is that exactly?

Because...

I learned a lot from her.

Plus, I wasn't in a great place when we met.

You look like you've been through hell.

I know what you did.

Jesse Escanso?

The Evidence clerk.

He didn't just die because someone

put peanut oil in his Chinese food.

You made it happen.

Which means I made it happen.

Assuming you're right about any of this...

did you come here to say thank you?

Jesse Escanso could have,

and would have, exposed everything

that we're trying to do.

And if he hadn't have had... an accident...

odds are, you'd be in jail right now.

I don't care.

I don't, I don't go around murdering people.

And you haven't.

You gave me a debriefing.

Based on that, I may or may
not have tended to a loose end.

What trouble is that to your conscience?

And Agent Harris?

Well, I'd imagine the timing
of Mr. Escanso's death

hasn't been lost on her.

Rebecca's fine.

You don't have to worry about Rebecca.

In any case, she won't be getting

any compromising information
from Jesse Escanso.

You weren't in a great
place? What does that mean?

Nothing you need to worry about.

The stuff you want to know, that all started

when the list of undercover agents got out.

Finch!

Get up!

Ah, Mike!

What is it, like, 3:00 in the morning?

What do you want?

Naz needs you right now.

Washington maintains a master list

of every agent working
under nonofficial cover.

Two hours ago, unknown
persons stole the hard drive

from Deputy Director Rovick's
home in Dupont Circle.

The list was on it.

Every undercover operation we've got going

has been compromised, and we're pulling

all the agents as we speak.

Has the list been leaked?

No, not yet. We only assume
it's a matter of time.

This is Adrian Vescovi.

He supervises undercover
work in the city, and, uh,

he will fill you in on the rest.

At this point, we have no
idea what these thieves want.

They could be selling these names,

they could post them publicly at any moment.

We have 22 undercover agents,

five of which are unaccounted for.

Now, obviously, we have our
people looking for them.

I hear you're quite the problem solver.

I want you and your team
to do everything you can

to find these agents.

These are their names.

Hear that? He said my team.

I heard. He's just ignorant, that's all.

...Liz Collette,

Alex Nellenthal and Lucy Church.

Yes, I know Lucy.

I knew her.

Um...

We were at Quantico together, um...

till she got pulled pre-graduation

for an undercover assignment.

I heard it was at a prison.

Um, and then she went into
another deep undercover position

after that, and then another one after that.

So...

That happens to some people.

They get addicted to being somebody else.

I mean, the only thing I
know about undercover work

is what I've seen in the movies,

but, um, yeah, once I dug into the files,

finding the agents really wasn't that hard.

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Agent Ben Yang was
deep cover with the Triads.

Now, funny enough, the guy
had a sensitivity to MSG.

Luckily, a lot of people think there's a way

drink Red Bull.

I tracked down a bodega-sized
Red Bull shipment

to a Chinatown apartment
and found Agent Yang.

Agent Liz Collette was working undercover

at a blue chip Chelsea gallery

under suspicion of moving stolen art.

Now, here's the thing about
no one eats.

And Agent Collette filed receipts

from a bunch of burger places
on her last assignment.

We found her shame-eating at a Shake Shack.

It went on like that, until the only agent

left unaccounted for was Lucy Church,

who was in the end stages
of a long assignment

at a corrupt hedge fund.

This place apparently cornered the market

on high-end money laundering in the city.

It's tied to some very bad people,

and no one could get in touch with Lucy.

Which was how I came to be standing

in the middle of Ditmars
Boulevard right before dawn,

looking for a blue 1968 Ford Mustang.

I recognize the name.

The face does nothing for me.

I'm Brian Finch.

I work with the FBI.

Look, your cover's burnt,

and your boss, Adrian Vescovi,
says you need to come in.

How did you find me?

You had speeding tickets.

You're an insomniac,

and driving fast late at
night helps you relax.

I took a bet that once you had a badge,

you'd just use it to get out of tickets.

So, we sent people to the five longest

straightaways in the city.

I picked the longest one.

Here we are.

All right, so someone took the list,

but it hasn't been posted publicly yet.

Yeah, well, not as far as we know.

Thanks for the heads-up, Brian Finch.

- I'm not coming in.
- Oh, come on.

No, wait, wait, wait!

What's your deal?

What do you mean?

I mean, you're cute enough

to pull off the whole square-jaw thing,

if you wanted to,

but you're dressed like you're in line

for the Porta-John at Coachella.

They woke me up in the middle of the night.

Doesn't matter; the Bureau wouldn't let you

get away with that unless
you were something special.

So...

what's your deal?

I solve problems.

I am well supplied with those.

And, as of a couple minutes ago,

I haven't got a whole lot of
time to sort through them, so...

Oh, you want me to come with you?

I joined the Bureau to save lives.

Could be you had different reasons.

I know you're manipulating me.

And yet you're still standing there.

I stood on the road for 12 hours

before somebody told me they found Lucy.

I'm not complaining about
the windburn, per se,

but it would be nice if the Bureau

could reimburse me for some aloe.

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Kidnap him?

You're asking me if I kidnapped
the CJC's consultant?

I opened the car door; he got in on his own.

Hey, do you want me

to dial for you so you
can focus on the road?

I got to call my boss. Try
and be quiet a sec, okay?

Lucy, you're on speakerphone

with myself and S.A.C. Pouran.

Is everything okay?

I'm not coming in, Adrian.

Not yet.

Uh, actually, you are.

I'm pulling your credentials right now.

Any arrest you make

will be null and void.

All right, you could do that.

I mean, I wouldn't, seeing as
I'm the one holding the file

that can tie Cyrillus Holdings to, like,

50 criminal counts.

Don't even start down
this road with me, Lucy.

I get pulled in, who's to say
what happens to that file?

Lucy, we're done.

This case is over.

We have everything we
need to nail the hedge fund.

No, there is one more thing
before we file charges, Adrian,

and you know how important it is.

Don't pretend like you don't.

Two days.

I'm giving you two days
to bring this thing home.

Fine.

I'm borrowing a man-child from the CJC.

I'll bring him back in better
shape than I found him.

- Shouldn't be hard.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Did you just hang up on Naz?

Buckle up, handsome.

You're mine for the next two days.

W-Was I surprised Finch
stayed out in the field?

Of course not.

He probably heard the word "undercover,"

and with that expression
that means exclamation point.

Undercover.

Hey, I like this place.

I was in the endgame at Cyrillus Holdings...

three years of casework.

Technically, the investigation is done.

Just one last piece
needs to fall into place.

- Help me out.
- Yeah.

So, this last piece,

is that what we're after?

"The Blue Limit".

Bills itself out as a
premium escort service.

They launder all their cash
through Cyrillus Holdings.

Okay, I'm listening.

Good, because the FBI
believes what they really are

is a human trafficking organization.

They bring in women

from poor countries in Europe,
take their passports,

and essentially sell them into slavery.

But doesn't that mean that they'll just get

rolled up in the larger
investigation of Cyrillus?

The second

we file a case against Cyrillus Holdings,

that case will encompass

The Blue Limit, and every
other shady business

they've ever worked with.

At which point, the women working there

will become major liabilities.

You think The Blue Limit would
be inclined to get rid of them?

Women who make trouble there

have a way of disappearing,
so, yeah, I do think

that could happen on a larger scale.

I want to get these women out of there.

I want to find out where
their passports are stashed,

get them back, so they
can be on their way home

before charges get filed.

It's not enough these guys

get to go to some golf-farm
white-collar prison.

They're slavers.

They kill women, and I want them for that.

Now, these guys keep the particulars

of their organization
pretty close to the belt,

so there was only so
much that I could learn.

But I had an informant on the inside.

We were just starting to
get a sense of the structure

when she disappeared a few weeks ago,

which makes me think they had her killed.

Well, what can I do?

Tonight, The Blue Limit
is holding a benefit,

courting their new high-end clients.

You're coming as one of the clients-to-be.

I will make entry, and we will work the room

and find those passports.

Just like that?

Do you have a suit? Have
you ever even worn a suit?

I got a suit.

It's red.

Okay.

Personal shopper at Bergdorf's.

He'll hook you up.

Chop chop, Brian Finch.

Lots of work to do.

Hey there.

Looking to save lives... thumbs up emoji.

Kind of need some NZT to do it...
arm making muscle emoji.

Yes, I authorized administering Brian NZT

while he was working with Lucy Church.

Her handler made a strong case

for why she should still be out there.

Brian Finch knew the parameters

of what he was and wasn't supposed to do,

and I trusted him to act within those.

And, yes, in retrospect, I
realize that may sound naive.

The women of Eastern Europe thank you.

You okay?

You seem a little distracted.

I got a call from Jarrod
Sands' office this morning.

Remember him?

What? I don't like where this is headed.

He, uh, heads up Senator
Morra's personal security.

Yeah, I think so.

Well, he wants to meet later.

Are you gonna go?

Well, we're sniffing around
Senator Morra and NZT,

and all of a sudden

I get this call out of the blue?

Yeah, I'm gonna go.

The, um...

suit that you're wearing, it
still has a tag on the sleeve.

Oh, yeah, I know. I'm-I'm still shopping.

I actually told the guy
that was helping me inside

that I'd be right back.

He looked fine.

Um, good, I guess.

It was a nice suit.

Everybody looks better in a suit.

Boy, that's a-a weird
question for you to ask me.

I meant, did Finch
seem nervous or out of sorts?

Oh, no, no.

But, I mean, I wasn't looking that closely.

I... I had a lot on my mind that day.

Special Agent Harris.

I'm glad you decided to come.
Do you fancy a drink?

Oh, no, I'm good.

This is a nice place.

Senator Morra was impressed
by your deft handling

of his attempted assassination.

So was I.

Well, I'm glad I could help.

And we were glad

for that help.

So glad, in fact, that we would

like to extend the
relationship, if possible.

Extend it how?

Senator Morra and I would
like to offer you a job.

- A job?
- Mm.

A quite lucrative one at that,

working on the senator's
private security team.

I'm gonna write a number
on a piece of paper.

When you see it, I'm
sure you'll be convinced

about how serious we are

to have you on our team.

Naturally, all comes
with perks and privileges

such as to dwarf anything the
FBI might be able to offer.

As I said,

we're quite serious.

That's a very impressive offer, Mr. Sands.

May I have some time to think about it?

Of course.

Take whatever time you need.

Thank you.

Brian.

I take it you've been trying to reach me.

Sands, listen to me, I
don't have much time...

Relax, Brian.

I'm not trying to threaten or encroach

in any other way upon Rebecca.

Since you have failed utterly

to convince her to stop asking questions,

I've simply stepped in
to smooth things over.

How are you doing that?

By offering her a job.

Quite an attractive one, in fact.

What?

You're trying to bribe her?

Brian,

I have yet to meet a
human being on this planet

who doesn't have a price.

Sure you're up for this?

Totally.

Brian, this is years of my life,

hundreds of hours of work.

I am absolutely good to go.

Okay.

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It wasn't my first
douchey hedge fund party,

but it was the first where
just about every guy there

was there specifically
to buy time with women.

They ran a pretty wide gamut
of occupations and interests.

There was the investment
bankers, inevitably.

Kind of the easiest to impress,
since they live by speculation.

Because trading on the open market is dead

when it comes to derivatives.

The Sharpe ratio isn't even
comparable with dark pools.

I mean, no market depth feed,

risk becomes a virtual non-entity.

And go ahead, call your
clients, take this down.

The Russian oligarch contingent

was a tougher nut to crack,
but it seemed relevant

since a lot of the girls
were Eastern European.

But it turned out to be worth it,

since that way I was able to meet Sergei,

The Blue Limit's man in
charge on the ground,

and he had issues of his
own he needed help with.

You know, it sounds to me
like your nephew's just trying

to get your brother's attention.

Cry for help?

Exactly, that's exactly right.

I mean, think of it like this, Sergei.

You put a kid like that

on a Ducati, he's just gonna ride around

knocking driver side mirrors
off to get a rise out of Dad.

But if Dad takes away the Ducati
and actually listens to him...

I'm sure he has not thought
of it quite this way.

Well, he totally should.

Nostrovia.

Nostrovia.

With every little exchange,

every snippet of conversation
I was able to pick up,

I gradually was able to build a sense

of The Blue Limit's hierarchy.

And in every vaguely
threatening e-mail chain,

every overheard reference to discipline,

there's one name that keeps recurring.

Karl Boorman.

Thank you.

I know the name.

Head of security for The Blue Limit.

Yeah, he oversees the dirty
work when it needs doing.

Stands to reason that
he'd be the person holding

the passports of all Blue Limit's workers.

Get to him, we make this thing right. Boom.

Okay. Not bad.

"Not bad." Come on.

Frankly, I didn't bring
you here with high hopes.

You managed to not totally screw it up

and you gained some useful
intel, so, yeah, not bad.

Please, you stay.

Oh, I'm sorry, we were just about to leave.

Sergei sends me over.

To say thank you for helping

with his nephew.

There is a suite waiting upstairs.

Very comfortable.

I'm sorry, I'm with someone.

That's okay.

Sergei knows that.

She can come, too.

Yes?

I mean, what were we supposed to do?

You know, Sergei is not the kind
of guy you want to say no to.

It was... awkward.

But we worked something out.

I love to watch.

Feel free to raid the mini-bar.

Cool.

Of course, we didn't have
sex with the Russian escort.

We just thought it would look suspicious

to send her back to Sergei, so
we waited out the two hours.

Luckily, Irina loves TV.

So You Think You Dance,

Yes to the Dress,

Amazing Races,

MythBusters.

Though, it's their last season.

It's very sad.

Well, we got what we came for.

Karl Boorman has the passports.

It's a good night's work.

We can relax... a little.

Unless, of course, you'd rather
spend the time with, uh...

You know, I'm actually not a
reality TV fan myself, so...

- Really?
- Yeah.

Seem like the type.

She really loves it.

Well, she's lucky.

She's premium product,

so she gets treated with
a degree of humanity.

Some of the others who
maybe aren't so beautiful...

It's human trafficking for
the purpose of sexual slavery.

That's why she's so happy to be watching TV.

All right, now...

how about you tell me what's bothering you.

Well, there is a situation,

but I can't really talk about it.

Come on, who can you talk to, if not me?

A girl you have absolutely no ties to,

probably never see me again.

Have you ever killed someone?

Have you?

I think so.

I didn't actually do it,
it was something I said.

Unless you ordered a hit, that's not on you.

You can't control people.

My advice?

Don't dwell on it.

One of the best feelings
is when I get a new case,

and I can just leave the old one behind,

along with everything that went with it.

That all sounds...

kind of okay.

- Good.
- Yeah.

I need you in character.

I got a job for you tomorrow.

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I mean, there's all kinds of
undercover gigs, you know.

Sometimes it's really badass

and there's parties and hot girls

and stuff like that, and sometimes...

Was I sorry

when I heard Finch had to
go back to being a temp?

To sitting in a cubicle
and filing papers all day?

Yeah.

My heart bled for him.

The Blue Limit has a vested interest

in appearing legitimate.

Meaning they get short-staffed,

they hire a temp, just like anyone else.

So Lucy called every temp agency in New York

to see if they had made
any requests that morning,

and the next thing we knew...

It was like riding a bicycle.

I was a very convincing temp.

And after one more NZT
pill, maybe too convincing.

It was a bet that nobody
working low-level data entry

was at the VIP party last night,

but we were willing to take those odds.

And as long as I had data to
enter, nobody bothered me.

And I could keep an eye
out for anything unusual.

Like that guy in the suit,

and that secure door he
keeps disappearing behind.

Though security is a
relative term, of course.

If you listen carefully, every key makes

a slightly different
sound when you press it.

It's kind of like learning a song.

And would you look at that?
It's already time for lunch.

What are they hiding in here?

Huh. Guess it's a little
more secure than I thought.

But with a little help from a few

instructional videos on YouTube,

I was able to crack the safes.

First two safes weren't much help,

but on the last one...

Jackpot.

Going on the lam?

If I were a Latvian brunette
by the name of... Svetlana.

I do like that name.

What exactly are you doing, then?

Well, I got all the passports
back, as you can see.

You're welcome, by the way.

I meant with the cash.

Well, I started thinking about what's next.

I mean, we're helping all these women

get out and go home,

but to what?

A lot of them only ended up here because

they thought it would be better
than what they had before.

So, I want to make sure

they have more options this time.

This is thousands of dollars.

Where did you get this money?

I mean, getting the passports
back didn't take very long,

so I stopped by the horse races.

I read up on a few of the
ponies, got a little lucky,

and went home with a bit of cash.

Just a little something to help

get them back on their feet.

Remind me to take you to Vegas next time.

That's not all I found, though.

With the passports,

there were all these ledgers.

Now, it's mostly really
boring accounting stuff.

Except...

do you know anything about "Edelweiss"?

I was in The Sound of Music in high school.

Okay, so,

"Edelweiss" seems to be
some kind of code name.

It's all over the place in these ledgers,

and whoever or whatever it is,

it was getting payouts from The Blue Limit,

designed specifically to be
crazy complicated and nearly...

Impossible to trace.

Exactly.

We need to find Edelweiss.

I had the exact same thought.

This is Queens, and this...

is Edelweiss.

Whose official name of record is
the German Hospitality League,

supposedly some
cross-cultural goodwill club.

And the recipient of record for payouts

from the magical mystery fund.

That's a front.

This place is less than a mile from here.

And I figure that if we go
over there in the morning,

we'll find whoever's been killing the women

for The Blue Limit.

That wasn't the reaction I expected.

Well, I was...

really impressed.

With the research or with the kiss?

And?

And what?

No, we had some laughs, no big deal.

S-Seriously, I-I don't...

I don't know what you want me to say.

That's-that's the end
of the story. We just...

I'm sorry, where were we?

I lost my train of thought a little bit.

So, after two days of strictly
professional collaboration,

we had the address of the
guy The Blue Limit was paying

to murder women, including Lucy's source,

but we ran into a problem.

Hey.

48 hours are up.
It's time to come home.

What?

They're cutting you off.

Wait, what do you mean?

Dispensary isn't issuing any
more NZT until you come back.

I need you for one more thing.

Look, I really want to
see this case through.

I'm not ready to come back in.

You hooked up, didn't you?

You and Lucy.

What?

No, that's... Come on.

We didn't... Bollywood.

That's crazy.

Why would you even suggest that?

Fine, I don't even care.

You want to work the case off NZT,

work the case off NZT.

I'll even run interference,

but you're the one that
has to answer to Naz.

Thank you, seriously. And we didn't...

All right, what's this assignment?

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Hold on. Is this the
part with the kidnapping?

Kidnapping-light, okay.

It's, like, kidnapping adjacent,
if you can even call it that,

which you can't, by the way,

because the kidnapped
party ultimately agreed

to the arrangement.

In order to discover
who killed Lucy's informant,

we needed to know who worked there.

Now, I didn't have any NZT,

so about an hour prior to my arrival,

I had my hacker buds at Everywhere

dump a Denial-of-Service virus

onto the German Hospitality League server

to crash its Wi-Fi,

forcing a call for outside tech support.

And, yes, a little minor-league
kidnapping might have ensued.

Hey!

Lucy hooked up the Data dude
with a couple of hundred bucks

and a gift card for a
taco place in Greenpoint.

He'll be all right.

Tech nerds love guacamole.

All I had to do was get
a picture, maybe a name,

and we could build a case.

I didn't need a pill for that.

Still, it's kind of nerve-wracking.

There is a stone-cold killer working here.

Hi-ya.

You here about the Wi-Fi?

Okay, let's see here.

Oh, you got the old setup.

Here we go.

You sure you've done this before?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I do this all the time.

I could honestly do this... in my sleep.

'Cause I sleepwalk, sometimes, so...

It's-it's called, um... somnambulism.

I stalled for as long as I could.

I couldn't get the receptionist
to talk about her boss.

She just said he was rarely there.

Any luck?

Uh, you know what,

I think you guys might need a new, uh,

that-that rabbit ear thing,
what's it called? Router?

Hey, maybe I'd better call your office

to see if they can send along someone

more, uh, confident.

Oh.

Oh, I mean, o-okay.

You know, that's... I understand.

Try to give 110% every time.

I do apologize about this.

It's just, uh, you know,

sometimes these things are
a little more complicated

than they seem.

Just tell them, um...

I gave it my all.

The magazine gave me a name.
From there, it wasn't

gonna be hard to get a picture of the guy.

Lucy is gonna be psyched.

Son of a bitch.

Our source
confirms that the list of

active undercover agents
within the FBI was exposed

when computer hackers
stole the intelligence,

and began horse trading on the black market.

I'm burned.

For real.

I know.

No, you don't.

Because of this, the claim
against The Blue Limit

will go public before we
can even build a case

against Gudmund Friedrich.

And by then, he'll be in the wind.

You can still bring down Cyrillus Holdings.

The escort service will get rolled in...

There's a guy out there.

He pulled the trigger on my informant,

a bunch of other women.

There's no way he walks from this.

We have to get Friedrich
before the FBI does.

What are you going to do?

We got to go.

It's not safe here anymore.

No, I did not drive out
personally to bring Brian in.

That seems to be what you're getting at.

Just asking questions.

What happened at Edelweiss was a disaster.

A disaster?

I could think of a few words
I would use before that one.

I was busy. I had casework.

I had a meeting to get
to, totally unrelated.

I appreciate your interest
in me, sincerely, and...

if you're willing to accept
the terms of my counter,

I think we can wrap this up.

And the terms are?

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I did some research.

Before you went to work for Senator Morra,

there were a few holes

in your résumé.

A diplomatic posting here,
six months in Africa there.

But you were MI-6.

How much did Morra pay to
take you away from the SIS?

If you already learned this much...

you know there's no chance
I can answer that question.

And I hardly see what it has to
do with the present negotiation.

This isn't a negotiation.

One of two things is happening.

Either you're genuinely interested in me,

in which case,

thanks, but no thanks.

I like catching the bad guy.

Kind of my thing.

And the second possibility?

Someone at the FBI has
been telling you about

the questions I've been asking.

If Senator Morra is using NZT...

if he is connected to the
purges that wiped the pills

off the streets two years ago,

it's gonna take more than a buyout

to keep me from the truth.

That's a strong position you're staking out.

I take it you've got concrete
evidence to back those claims.

I am just getting started.

Do you think Friedrich will show?

I told his receptionist

we're raiding The Blue Limit in an hour.

I guarantee he keeps a cash horde here.

He'll come here or she'll go to him.

And then what?

We got the list of the payouts.

- Let's see how easy he scares.
- Hmm.

He's either the guy or he's
the guy leading to the guy,

but one way or another,
he's gonna talk to me.

Hmm.

It's just hitting me.

My face is out there.

I can never go undercover again.

My career's dead.

Won't the FBI give you another job?

If I wanted to work as Lucy Church,

I would've done that a long time ago.

I don't even know if I
can go back to being her.

It's not her.

It's you.

I guess.

That's him.

Yup.

Do you want to call for backup?

For what? We don't have
enough to arrest him.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What if you can't scare him into a deal?

You should go back to the CJC, Finch.

No, no way, not now.

I have no idea how it's gonna
go down in there, Brian.

You look tired.

I can tell. You've lost
your... spark or something,

and this guy is really dangerous.

Look, you're not wrong, okay?

But I'm not letting you go in there alone.

So either take me or I call it in

and the FBI swarms this
place, and that's that.

You've taken a TAC course, yeah?

I've had training.

You're loaded, one in the chamber.

You know what to do if we get into trouble.

Uh, is there a safety on the...?

Safety's your finger.

Right.

Uh, and, Brian...

don't shoot me.

Let's go.

I consult with The Blue Limit.

This is proof of nothing.

This is just the point of the spear.

This will be easy.

You describe your dealings

with The Blue Limit's trafficking operation.

You give us Karl Boorman and Sergei,

and you can count on a
certain measure of leniency.

And believe me, I have enough evidence

to bury your ass for the rest of your life.

You are very convincing.

Hardly surprising.

You've been lying for years.

It's a simple binary choice.

A little cooperation or the
rest of your life in prison.

If you had what you say,
I'd already be under arrest.

You'd have brought more than this...

haircut for backup.

The Blue Limit will fall,

but I do not work at The Blue Limit.

You tried.

You failed.

Go home.

Lucy, what are you doing?

Now it's my turn to make
a simple binary choice.

I bring your ass in and I take my chances,

or I serve justice right here, right now.

Probably not too hard to figure
out which way I'm leaning.

Lucy, come on, you don't want to do this.

You are so very wrong about that.

This is why you shouldn't have come, Brian.

- You shouldn't see this.
- You know what?

Then that's exactly why I should be here.

Because if you do this, it's over.

You go to prison.

Only if you tell.

I will tell.

And that's your career and your life

and all the women that
you helped on this case.

And for what? For him?

Listen, I can prove that Friedrich

is tied to The Blue Limit's escorts.

- How?
- I don't know yet.

I still need time, but this can end well.

As far as I'm concerned, it's just about to.

Lucy, I'm gonna have to tell the FBI,

unless you're gonna kill me, too,

and the receptionist,

and anyone else who might happen along.

If he makes bail, he'll be on
the next plane to Dusseldorf

and we'll never see him again.

To hell with that.

Yesterday, we were talking
about how people die

in this line of work and
you're not responsible,

even though you can't help
but feel a part of it.

If you pull this trigger,
you are responsible,

and you can't get away from that.

That is you.

That is you forever.

Listen to me, I will back up

any story you want, but not if you kill him.

I can't do that. I won't do that.

Fine.

Oh, what did you do?

Not walking out of here now.

All right, we got work to do, boys.

Actually, I was able to prove

the whole thing even before
Friedrich got out of surgery.

And once they started making arrests

at Cyrillus Holdings and The Blue Limit,

we found tons of takers
willing to corroborate

Friedrich's role in exchange for immunity.

I mean, you haven't seen a lack of backbone

until you've questioned a bunch
of guys from a hedge fund.

Frankly, I-I'm at a total loss.

I-I don't know whether
to take you into custody

or simply fire you for
obstruction of justice.

You have Gudmund Friedrich on
three counts of Murder One.

Lucy, this isn't the first
complaint of insubordination.

In undercover work, the
ends justify the means.

And if they don't, you
find a way to justify them.

Isn't that what you taught me?

Is it true you gave Brian
Finch a loaded firearm?

What the hell were you thinking?

I was thinking I had a pretty good partner.

Didn't want to see him get killed.

And Friedrich's story
about Lucy shooting him

in cold blood?

I mean, this is a guy who
murders women for a living.

Who you gonna believe?

Well, this certainly isn't over.

There will be a full after-incident

investigation with IAU.

So, everyone, get ready for camera.

The preliminary investigation

indicates the barrel of
Agent Church's pistol

was pressed directly
against Friedrich's knee.

It seems odd that that would happen

during the course of a struggle.

Well, Lucy, or, um...

Agent Church, rather,

she put me in harm's way.

Like, I could've been killed.

What possible reason would
I have to lie for her?

Hey.

You're... Seriously?

I wrote, "See ya later."

You know, I always use sticky notes

to build really cool stuff,

and now you have tainted them forever

with your sad... sadness.

Okay.

It says, "later," not "never."

So... later.

Lucy, um...

I got to tell you something about me.

- All right?
- I don't care.

Uh, you what?

I know. There's a drug, it's complicated.

I don't care.

Drug or no drug, I know who you are.

I like who you are.

I don't want you to become like me.

Compartmentalizing everything.

It'd be a shame, stripping away pieces

of the kind of guy who spends an afternoon

playing the ponies for a bunch of women

he's never even met.

Is it done?

Ugh, what is this crap?

Paper plane.

You say so.

Keener?

It's done.

Full treatment.

If she whispers her
grocery list in her sleep

with the radio on, you'll know
how many cucumbers she needs.

She, uh...

she looked familiar.

You knew her father.

What about the other option?

I see a window of opportunity?

Take it.

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