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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 designed the machine
to detect acts of terror

but it sees
everything--

violent crimes involving
ordinary people.

The government considered
these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You'll never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's
up, we'll find you.

What are you doing tomorrow?

I'm serious.

We should do it again sometime.

Band was good.

You look fabulous.

You're so sweet.

Must be easy to get beautiful
women when you are a diplomat's son.

She'll live.

You, amigo, you can
blame your old man.

Quien es?

If your father had
been smart enough

to work with the cartel...

You might have lived long
enough to kiss her good night.

What?

Mira.

Who the hell are you?

Tonight, hostage negotiator.

Raphael, come on.

Man, you're crazy.

Damn!

You're welcome.

They never say thank you.

Yeah, I wonder why.

Maybe if you figure out a way

to save them before
all hell breaks loose.

Thanks, Carter.

You know, for what it's worth,

You're looking kind of
badass in that uniform.

Yours is still the same,
except the mask is new.

So where are all your friends?

Can I be honest?

I only asked you out 'cause
you're drop-dead gorgeous.

But after sitting down,

really getting to
know you over dinner,

I realized I think you might be

the most fascinating
woman I've ever met.

Yeah, I bet you say
that to all the girls.

In fact...I know you do.

And after you get into their pants,

you get into their bank accounts,

Just like you did
with Paula Scarlatti.

Poor Paula was so heartbroken,
she told her mobbed-up old man.

He and his gangster pals just put

a big fat bounty on your head.

And can I be honest?

I only went out with
you because of them.

What are you doing?

You're gonna get me
killed. What are you doing?

Here's the deal, don.

You need to leave
town, change your name,

And get some game.

Start now.

I appreciate you resolving
this situation, Ms. Shaw.

However, perhaps in the future,

you might try to
complete your assignments

without quite so much violence.

You see what she did?
I'm not a human shield.

No, he just got in the way.

That's it--I'm not
working with a lunatic.

I'm out.

You know how to find me.

Can't say we didn't
already know, Finch.

First time we met, Shaw shot me.

I realize that Ms. Shaw
is an effective asset,

But I'm not sure I
can work with somebody

who refuses to carry a
cell phone off the job.

People out there are trying
to kill her, you know.

Some of the same people
that are trying to kill us.

Yes, machine still seems
to be giving them numbers.

Whatever else it's up to is almost
too troubling to contemplate.

Meantime, our
latest number--

Petty officer second
class Jack Salazar,

United states navy.

Petty officer, or petty criminal?

Bit of both, I'm afraid.

He assaulted a man during a
barroom brawl five years ago.

He all but put the guy in a coma.

The judge gave him a
choice: jail or the military.

And Jack chose the navy.

So what's he doing here?

Fleet week.

The annual deluge
of drunken sailors

that somehow does not
qualify as a military attack.

Come on, Finch, it's just
a bunch of cracker jacks

blowing off steam.

Then it's back to
the boat by midnight.

I'm afraid countless
sailors in uniform

are going to complicate our
efforts to locate Mr. Salazar.

If Jack's like most
sailors, it's booze, broads,

and a tattoo--
in that order.

I suppose you know
the usual haunts.

Sure, it's two-for-one
boilermakers in Hell's Kitchen.

That sounds horrible.

Heel.

Whiskey.

That's six bars down, Finch.

Excellent. Only 1,274 to go.

Another round?

Only if you're buying, Jack.

Wait a second. Got eyes
on our sailor, Finch.

So there I am,
separated from my team,

deep in North Korea with nothing
but my buck knife and my M9.

Am I leaving anything out, Jack?

Crocodiles, poisonous
darts, your sense of shame?

I'm getting to that.

Oh, my God. What did you do?

Baby, that's a long story, and
I'm only here till midnight,

So why don't we go someplace quiet,

and I can tell you all about it?

Ashley, let's go.

I think the lady wants to stay.

Screw you, Jarhead.

I'm not a Jarhead, I'm a squid,

But a tube steak like you
doesn't get to call me either.

Leave it, RJ. We're
here to have a good time.

Nobody wants trouble.

Somebody call somebody "Jarhead"?

Look, man, don't do this.
Let me buy you guys a round.

Yeah, I could use another.

You're gonna need to pick that up.

Or what, squid?

One of you splittails
gonna do something about it?

He's gonna have to
take a swing at you.

Then your knuckle-dragger buddy
over here is gonna jump me.

After I introduce
his face to the bar,

I'm gonna put this foot
upside of your jarhead...

Upon which all hell breaks loose.

And nobody wants that.

I like this guy, Finch.

Mr. Reese? Everything all right?

Yeah, just shore leave, Finch.

Cops!

Let's get outta here!

Looks like I lost Jack.

Finch, how many squids are
there in the city right now?

Approximately 6,000.
Why do you ask?

I think we're gonna need
backup just to find them.

All hands on deck.

When I was a kid, computers made
more sense to me than people.

You said you wanted to
set the machine free.

I already did.

My name is root.

Please talk to me.

Can... you... hear... me?

Absolutely.

Robin, did you hear
anything I just said?

Okay.

Look, some of the
patients have complained

about you talking
late into the night,

And since cell phones
are strictly forbidden

and you have no roommate,
I can only conclude

that you're talking to yourself.

Is that correct?

You wouldn't understand.

Try me.

I have a direct line
to a higher power.

It speaks to me.

I see.

So you're hearing voices.

What are those voices
telling you to do?

It's just the one voice really.

It wants me to stay here,
to work through some issues.

And what issues would those be?

Methodology.

We're discussing how
I go about things.

You're not alone.

All these news reports

about government monitoring
our digital lives,

recording texts,
emails, phone calls,

It's unsettling.

You know, it's easy to feel
violated, even paranoid.

Let me ask you this:

do you have feelings
that you're being watched?

Every now and then.

Any idea whether our sailor's
a victim or a perpetrator yet?

No, but he sure knows how
to handle himself in a fight.

What else we got on this guy?

He scored all fives on his
evals last year, highest marks.

Same on his physical
readiness test.

The navy may have
bigger plans for him.

His contract's up in six
months. He'll be free to go.

Can you find out if he's
taken any other tests?

Academic or pst exams?

I will, although it seems like

getting into a bar room
brawl on shore leave

is not very prudent for someone
with further military aspirations.

Jack didn't start that fight,
but he was willing to finish it.

I would've done the same thing.

His shore leave
buddy was in trouble.

Robert Johnson Phillips,

Petty officer third class
and ship storekeeper.

And first class troublemaker.
They're shipmates.

Which means that they'll have to

sign back into the ship
together after midnight.

It might help us to
enlist another asset

with military experience
to help track them down.

Just let me go, huh?
I won't do it again.

Caught this one flashing
his junk in the park again.

All excited about the
randy sailors in town.

Carter, what are you doing here?

Third time I caught this
guy in Hudsonriver Park,

which makes me think

he might know something about

that homicide you
caught there yesterday.

I appreciate you looking out.

Look, I'm still a cop, Fusco.

How's your new partner?

Guy's a box of rocks.

This whole thing's a
crock, everybody knows

you got hosed on that shooting.

What, do they expect you
to push around a squad car

the next ten years?

Till I get my 20.

You just now clocking out?

Our mutual friend.

Looks like your day job just began.

Carter.

Checked every bar
in hell's kitchen,

Every tattoo parlor
on the west side.

Where the hell else
would a swabbie go?

To get some. He's a sailor.

Come here.

Ma'am.

Why are we stopping here?

I told you, this
area is restricted.

Sailors aren't supposed to be here.

When did the navy outlaw pastrami?

See that phone booth? Just watch.

The mayor know about this place?

If he did, vice would
have to shut it down.

But then, half the
NYPD would have to find

a new place for bachelor parties.

How are you holding up, Carter?

You looking for a new job?

I'm a cop. Always will be, John.

Just found our swabbie.

He's not getting away
this time. Excuse me.

Get you a drink, ma'am?

Only if you stop calling me ma'am.

*She was made
to blow you away ?*

Shot of bourbon.

Looking for company, sailor?

You got the cash, I
got the open window.

Appreciate the opportunity,

But I was kinda looking
for the real thing.

I got the cash, darling,

And a rapidly closing window, huh?

Easy there, killer.

That oughta cover her and the room.

Try not to get rolled.

Thanks, Jack.

You should take these too.

Cigars?

Not just cigars, Cubans.

The admiral needed a few
cases shipped off the boat,

So I taxed him a few. No big deal.

We'll celebrate tomorrow.

Always skimming something, RJ.

Don't get your hand
caught in the cookie jar.

Meet back in an
hour. Can you do that?

Look at her.

I'll be back in 30.

It's RJ. You know the drill.

RJ, where the hell are you?

We got less than an hour to
get our ass back on the ship.

Call me.

Jack lost his shore leave buddy.

Can't check back in without him.

Squid.

Remember me?

Yeah, from the ship.
Is there a problem?

Yeah, you know what the problem is.

You have it, we want it back.

Honestly, I don't know what
you're talking about, man.

Much bigger problem, Finch.

Some devil dog's got a
bone to pick with Jack.

Devil dogs?

Yeah, spec ops,
force recon marines.

Team of four, maybe five.

Just sealed off the block.

If I go straight in,

Jack'll be dead before
I even get to him.

You don't screw with
us. We screw you.

Empty your pockets.

Look, man, I don't
really have time for this.

I gotta get my shipmate,
and I gotta get--

They're stealing a
car. It's an extraction.

I gotta get him out.

Please be careful, Mr. Reese.

Feel that?

That's your rib cracking.

I jam it 2 inches further,
I'm gonna puncture your lung.

Where is it?

Don't know what you're
talking about, man.

Get him and his buddy to
a room. We'll sort 'em out.

What the hell?

Who is that?

Finch, our sailor took
fire. Gonna need some help.

Let's get this bullet out
before the squid wakes up.

Could shoot you or save you.
Frankly, I could go either way.

Easy, Salazar. We're the good guys.

I knew this was a bad idea.

Who are you people? Where am I?

You have a bullet lodged in
your shoulder, Mr. Salazar,

a gift from a very angry group
of force recon devil dogs,

whom I can only assume
live up to their name.

Now, Ms. Shaw has
medical experience,

so either you can either
let her retrieve the bullet,

or we can continue
to discuss the matter

until you contract sepsis.

Sure you know what you're doing?

I've been shot... a lot.

You wanna tell us why a squad
of elite killers is after you?

Don't know.

Guys were in Somalia
doing god knows what--

fighting rebels.

Leader had a war trophy he
wanted to bring back, AK-47.

I stashed it in a
crate of spent brass.

So you helped them
smuggle an illegal weapon

through U.S. Customs?

It happens all the time.

My buddy RJ unloaded the crate,

said he gave back the rifle.

It doesn't add up.

Why would they try to
kill him over a weapon?

It's not the weapon, Ms. Shaw.

It's what was hidden inside it.

Somali pirates attacked
a deep-sea mining vessel

off the coast of Africa.

Your marine friends intervened.

What kind of mining?

Speaker.

Bagger, you forgot
it's the buddy system.

We got your buddy.

Sorry Jack, I screwed up.

Look, I taxed 'em.
It was just a few.

I didn't think they'd miss 'em!

Miss what? What're
you talking about?

Check the cubans.

Uncut stones.

The ship was mining diamonds.

You want to see your
buddy alive, Jack,

bring the rocks to
the Babcock, room 212.

Come alone.

We really haven't
talked about your family

or friends, Robin.

Your uncle--Harold, is it--
who arranged your admission.

Are you close with him?

That's...

a complicated question, Doctor.

I wouldn't want to be anything
less than totally forthcoming,

So maybe we should
try another subject.

Okay.

You say that you don't want to be

anything less than forthcoming...

And yet, you're lying to me.

On the contrary, I've
been completely honest.

Please, excuse me.

Maybe not completely.

I thought I lost this, and
it turns out it was stolen.

I'm sorry, Doctor,

But it's important
we be in contact.

We're in the middle of a...

disagreement.

A disagreement with the voice?

I want you to know that I
support you unconditionally.

Now, I know you believe
you need a phone,

And I'm here to tell
you that you don't.

I believe that by
separating you from it--

and from all other
forms of technology--

It's really the best
course of action.

So it's time to unplug.

Some assistance, please.

Please... don't do this.

It's not good for
us to be separated.

I hope you realize
I'm trying to help you.

Escort our patient to
solitary confinement.

No contact with
anything electronic.

You'll thank me someday.

For a psychiatrist,

you're really a terrible
judge of character.

What are we doing here?

Recon.

The exchange goes
down there in ten.

That's it. Spec ops
will have a sniper.

That's where I'd be.

You got any cash?

Hola, mija.

Don't know how I wound up here.

I do.

Same reason you got into a
fight with those jarheads.

You stand up for
people you care about.

Lotta good it's done me, huh?

We'll see.

You can't be something you're not.

Yeah? And who am I?

You're a good guy, Jack.

You just haven't
figured it out yet.

Gracias.

What, you need help
finding a trash can?

You're a smart guy, you'll
figure out what to do with it.

Give me three minutes.

Our leatherneck has a nice weapon.

This is gonna be fun.

Just remember...

no shots to center mass.

But it's a shame to waste a
rifle like this on kneecaps.

No sentry. Something's up.

You got eyes on the
room? Who's there?

Looks vacated.

For good reason, poor
guy's rigged up to go boom.

Don't.

Can't risk setting him off.

Your friend's sitting on an I.E.D.

Look, I'm sorry I got
you into this, Jack,

But if you can get me outta here,

I swear I'll rap to everything.

Take it easy. You're gonna be okay.

I wouldn't say that.

We told you to come alone.
You brought the suit,

So now he's a guest at our party.

He tries to leave, we
hit a button, RJ explodes.

You try to move RJ, he explodes.

You understand me, squid?

I get the gist.

Destroy your phone.

There's a cab on the curb that'll
take you to the next location, alone.

You walk out that door, Jack,

you won't come back.

RJ's my friend.

You said it yourself.

I can't be something I'm not.

Harold, the exchange
went pear-shaped.

Yes, I heard. Can you
follow Mr. Salazar?

Not an option. He's long gone.

Never even got to take this
baby out for a test drive.

The marines will have to
fence the uncut diamonds.

Locate the fence, odds
are we can locate Jack.

Where to now?

I have another resource
working on that.

Suit yourself.

Any luck with your
contacts in robbery?

Not yet. Don't
worry, I got a source.

What happened to time
off for good behavior?

That assumes you've been good.

We had a deal, you
keep a low profile.

Why else would I be enjoying
my Barolo in a basement?

Your man's been seen
in Crown Heights,

Russian territory.

It's all Russian territory now.

Give us a moment, alone.

Thank you... for helping my boss.

What do you know,
you've made a friend.

Speaking of, I
can't help but notice

that I haven't received a
visit from Harold or John.

Haven't told them yet, have you?

Afraid they'd object
to our little deal?

There's no deal,
okay, I had no choice.

If I'd put you back in prison,

someone--cops
or the Russians--

would've killed
you sooner or later.

I need a name,

someone with the means to fence
large quantities of uncut diamonds.

If someone is interested
in such a transaction,

They'd have to connect
with a mobile fence,

and I can think of an
unscrupulous Russian

by the name of Maksim,

presently operating out of a pawn
shop in the Flatiron District.

Careful, this is dangerous
business, Detective.

It's officer now.

Such a shame, I hate
seeing talent go to waste.

I could take care of
HR and the Russians...

permanently.

Enjoy the rest of your Barolo.

How's it going, Finch?

I've intercepted the
signal at the cell tower.

I'm creating a loop to send

back down the line
to the team leader.

It'll appear to him as if
you never left the room.

All done. You can leave, Mr. Reese.

I suggest you do so in a
hurry. I've sent reinforcements.

Who?

Never a dull moment with you guys.

Here, Carter came through.

Address for the fence
in the Flatiron District.

You ready?

These ruskies are ruthless
and packin' serious heat.

Sounds like a job for Shaw.

Besides, someone needs
to defuse that bomb.

Hup to, Lionel.

What? Nobody said anything
about defusing a bomb.

Be careful, it's got a fail safe.

If you try to cut the
power source, it'll blow,

So dig out the igniter.

The what?

I got your rocks. You
afraid to come out and play?

You still think you're in charge of
this little operation, swab-jockey?

Don't know. I got your whole stash.

Yeah, well, I got a little
insurance policy, your buddy RJ.

There's a pawn shop
at 23rd and Lex.

What about it?

You're gonna play "Let's
make a deal" with our fence.

You bring him the diamonds
and you bring us the cash.

You tries to pull a fast
one, you end up in a body bag.

Time's ticking, petty officer.

How long before the
devil dog realizes

your friend switched the video?

Long enough... let's hope.

You're in the navy. Know
anything about igniters?

Man, I'm a glorified shopkeeper.

I inventory supplies.

Don't worry, I'm a cop.

Bomb squad?

Homicide.

You have something for me?

You're not the one who
I talked to on the phone.

You're a tourist?

Guess you could say that.

Then you get the tourist
rate. 30 cents on the dollar.

Wait, you don't understand
who you're screwing with.

Who? A man with no
gun and no backup?

Maybe we keep our
money and your diamonds.

We don't renegotiate.

Another fine navy day.

You must be Maksim.

You said 50 cents on the dollar.

That was before I
saw the merchandise.

You failed to mention
it's from Africa.

Unfortunately for you, I have
read all about the pirates

and the marine heroes
who took them down.

Took big risk, coming, meeting you.

Risk goes up, price goes down.

I give you 1.2.

How much for me to not
put a bullet in your brain?

Put your weapon down!

I'm sorry, are you guys closed?

It's a bit tense in here.

Can I make a suggestion?

What the hell are you doing here?

Who is this, cop?

Concerned third party.
I've got no stake in this

except for helping my
friend Jack out of here

with the same number of holes
he had in him when he came in.

What's your point?

40 cents on the dollar?

Reese, no offense,

if the vigilante
thing doesn't work out,

I'm not really seeing a future
for you in conflict resolution.

The suit here,

he just got your buddy killed.

Detective, get out, now!

There's no time.

Goodbye.

I told you I got it covered.

I suggest you keep your mouth shut.

And you give us what you
agreed to or we kill you.

You think you're pretty tough, no?

U.S. Devil dogs.

Run around, kill Iraqis,

kill Afghans, Somalis.

You know who you don't kill?

Russians.

Reese, why are the
Russians backing up?

You know what, I enlisted in
the marines to kill Russians.

Looks like I'm gonna get my chance.

Wait a minute...

Looks like the Russians brought
some friends to the party.

Multiple shooters above you, Reese.

Get clear, now.

You gonna ambush somebody,
use a muzzle suppressor.

Losers.

Shaw, a little help here?

I would have taken the head shot,

but Finch gets annoyed
when I kill people.

In the arm, through a
brick wall, in the dark?

You're welcome.

You want to get out of here?

Yeah, I think so.

*Birds flying
high you know how I feel*

*Sun in the sky
you know how I feel*

Time to get your
friend back to the ship

before he turns into a pumpkin.

You're pretty handy
with that thing.

*Breeze driftin'
on by you know how I feel*

I'm hungry. You're
buying me a steak.

*It's a new
dawn it's a new day*

*It's a new life for me yeah*

*It's a new
dawn it's a new day*

*It's a new life for me*

*And I'm feeling good*

*Fish in the sea*

*You know how I feel*

*River running
free, you know how I feel*

*Blossom on the tree*

*You know how I feel*

*It's a new
dawn it's a new day*

*It's a new life for me*

*And I'm feeling good*

Heard about the shoot-out
in the Flatiron district.

Lotta damage. You get
your man out alive?

With a little help.

Listen, Carter, you doing okay?

It's been a while since
we sat down and talked.

I'm fine, John, you know,
just getting on with my job.

You know if you ever needed help...

you just need to call me, right?

I know. Thanks.

*For me yeah, yeah*

*Stars, when you
shine you know how I feel*

*Scent of the
pine, you know how I feel*

*Oh, freedom is mine*

*And I know how I feel*

*It's a new
dawn, it's a new day*

*It's a new life for me*

Celebrating or commiserating?

Both.

RJ took the rap for everything.

Captain gave me a
desk-drawer reprimand

and two days swabbing the deck.

I got an hour left of liberty

before I gotta get
back on the ship.

So what's the plan now?

Captain thinks I could make
it through buds, become a seal,

but after what happened,

I'm not so sure about
the military anymore.

Thought maybe there was a chance
for a normal life after my tour's up,

like those two.

The military's full
of good and bad,

just like the rest of the world.

A guy like you could
do a lot of good.

I was forced to join
in the first place.

What, you think you're
the first kid to have to

stand in front of a judge
and pick door number two?

Turns out, I was good at it.

Maybe even made for it.

So are you. With your talent,

it probably won't be long
before the CIA comes knocking.

So what should I do?

That's up to you.

But in a few years, when the
guys from Langley show up...

say no.

I'd like to buy the happy
couple two glasses of champagne.

Thanks.

For everything.

Nicely done, Mr. Reese.

I realize now I never did hear

how you came to enlist in the army.

'Cause I never told you, Finch.

I'm a very private person.

One more thing set
right in the universe.

You should look happier, Harold.

I am. It's just...

I have a feeling things are
about to get more complicated.

Then you might as well
enjoy your first boilermaker.

I thought it would be good
for us to resume our dialogue.

I know that you'd rather
be talking to the voice,

but you're gonna have to
settle for talking to me.

What do you want to talk about?

I'd like to talk about
something real, Robin.

I know you're very smart.

I'd love to know what
you're really thinking,

so why don't we
start with the truth?

The truth?

The truth is a vast
thing. I see that now...

Just how much truth there
is. Where would we even begin?

The truth is you
are not very smart.

In fact, you're only the 43rd
smartest person in this building.

43rd?

Okay, did your voice tell you that?

That's based on what?

Every standardized test you
ever took averaged together,

not including your medical boards,

which you cheated on.

The truth is you smoke an
average of nine cigarettes a week

in the parking lot when
you think no one's looking.

The truth is that you visit a
massage parlor once or twice a month,

that you pay for it with
crisp $100 bills that

you get out of the cash machine
at the 7-Eleven across the street.

The truth is that you
fantasize on online forums

about having sex with
some of your patients,

though not me... yet. I
guess I'm not your type.

The truth is, God is 11 years old,

that she was born on New
Year's Day, 2002, in Manhattan.

The truth is that she's chosen me,

and I don't know why yet,

that for the first
time in my life...

I'm a little scared
about what's gonna happen.

The truth is, I'm
stuck here for now,

and the only dialogue you
need to be worried about

is between me and her,

which is why you might want
to give me my phone back.

Because I'm having an argument.

Would you like to
know the truth, Doctor?

About what we're arguing over?

Whether or not I'm gonna kill you.