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You jackass sons of bitches!

What the hell?

Don't think I don't know
what your game is!

What's wrong with you?

If I wasn't in a hurry,
I'd kick your lousy butts!

Hey, where you going?
Somebody stop him.

Good morning.

Hey!

Mr. Whitaker.

His name's Charles Whitaker --

32, single.

He's a computer engineer
specializing in mapmaking.

This is his workplace in Houston
yesterday morning.

He's saying,
Stop. Listen."

Help me.

That was the last thing he said.

I take it he's dead.
Heart failure --

induced
by a massive overdose

of prescription
and illegal drugs.

Hmm.

So, he O.D.'d
and freaked out.

Why is the FBI
concerned with this?

He had sleeping pills,
crystal meth, MDMA,

and horse tranquilizers
in his system,

but there were no pill bottles
or other drug paraphernalia

anywhere in his home.

He had no drug history
whatsoever.

His security profile indicates
no suicidal tendencies.

Accident or suicide is probable,
but murder is a possibility.

He was definitely trying to say
something before he died.

Why O.D.
and then decide to talk?

And why does he have
a security profile?

Ah, there's the rub.

That's why we're looking
into him at all.

Oh.

Wait here.

This room makes me feel like

I'm in an aquarium,
and everyone's looking at me.

Mm. Well, you could
very easily feel like

they're all in the aquarium
and you're looking at them.

What are you doing?

I'm following
the conversation.

The G-man says that I don't have
adequate security clearance

to work on the Whitaker case,
and Fischer is arguing.

Are you
reading their lips?

Yeah, I would be if I didn't
have to answer inane questions.

Oh, okay, boss.

I'm not your boss.
Why would you say that?

It's just that sometimes now
you act like you are.

But we're equals,
partners.

Okay, fine.
Just remember that.

I will remember that.

I-I will.

Oh, great. Now I don't know
what they decided.

Hold on, sir.

I'm done
discussing this.

Jane, I'm supervising
Agent Daniels.

I'm in charge of security
clearance for the office.

I need you to leave
immediately.

This briefing
is classified.

Sir, I am
in the process

of getting him clearance
from D.C. with an FD-258.

Jane is a consultant.

The FD-258 grants
temporary security clearance

to local officials

in the event
of a terrorist attack.

He hardly qualifies.

You're right.

And if Whitaker
was murdered

because of his highly sensitive
military work

with the Pentagon,

I shouldn't know
anything about that.

So, I'll happily leave.

Wait.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

Who told you
that he works for the Pentagon?

And consider
your answer well.

You did.

Don't be absurd.
I've never seen you before.

No, but your presence here
told me,

because
you wouldn't be here

if he worked for, uh,
Pottery Shack or Pizza Barn,

would you?
Excuse me?

You're excused.

He's a little slow
on the uptake, this one.

Fischer,
this is unacceptable.

I apologize, sir --
No, no. Hush. Don't apologize.

Don't take it out on her.
She didn't do anything.

Good morning, everybody.

What's
all the rumpus?

I was just explaining
to agent Fischer

that Mr. Jane doesn't have
security clearance

for the Whitaker case.

Oh.
Well, problem solved.

I just talked
to the Deputy Director,

and he approved.

And you got the clearance
in writing?

Yes, sir.

Well, then,
I guess all this is on you.

Mm-hmm.

Carry on.

Thanks, boss.

No problem.

Congratulations, Jane.

You now have
full security clearance.

Very few civilians
get it.

That is awesome.
Thank you so much.

Oh, oh, okay --
Area 51.

What's
the real story, huh?

Give me the skinny.

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Original Air Date on January 12, 2014

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How long had your brother
lived here, Mr. Whitaker?

Uh, Curtis, please.

I believe
it was four years or so.

Do you think
it was murder?

Surely,
it was suicide.

How could someone feed him
all those pills?

Well, that's
a good question.

Any guesses?

No.

Did your brother have a drug
problem, to your knowledge?

No, never.

He was straight edge
his whole life.

But for heaven's sake,
why would anyone murder him?

Well, there's another
good question.

Any guesses
on that one?

No. I'm not sure
I like your manner.

That is a very nice suit.

I always liked
the double-breasted, but it's --

doesn't work on me.
I'm too short.

Did you get that
in London?

Yes,
as a matter of fact.

Mm.

You know, usually money
is either earned or inherited.

Yours is both,
isn't it?

I suppose.

The family
is established.

I'm in banking.

Bless you
for your service.

And your brother drew maps,
nothing fancy --

well, compared to
the rest of the family.

I did not say that.

My brother
was extremely talented,

but he went his own way.

My family values
achievement.

Charles was a dreamer.

Did you notice
anything unusual

about your brother's
behavior recently?

Full disclosure --
there was a dispute

over some money
my grandmother left.

She wanted it
to go to the museum.

We were
working it out.

I do know
he was very excited

about some new project
at work.

Is this
your newspaper?

No.
No?

No.

Okay.
You can go.

Thank you, Curtis.
We'll be in touch.

Thank you.
Good day to you.

Mm.

Well,
he's a prime suspect.

Say again?

Oh, I was talking
to my colleagues.

Bye, Curtis.

Thank you.

Well, he is,
you know?

Beady eyes, a bespoke suit,
the feud over granny's will --

prime suspect.

I am gonna find a cup of tea,
sit down and relax,

and read this newspaper.

Call you later.

But wait a second.

We're going to Cartesian,
his employer.

Shouldn't you
come with us?

Maybe later.

I'll, uh --
I'll call you if I need you.

"If you ne--"

Hi.
Avery Schultz.

I'm Gabriel's
executive assistant.

I can take you
to see him now.

I'm sorry,
but you'll have to leave

your cellphones
and your guns here,

I-if you have guns.

We do,
and, no, we're okay.

Oh, it's strict company policy,
for security reasons.

Sweetheart, we're FBI.

I'm not gonna give up
my Beretta,

and my phone
contains protected data.

Our stuff stays with us.

Um...Okay.

I'll -- let me just check
if it's okay.

You do that.

You have a Beretta?

Yeah. You?

I carry a Glock 26,
but --

Hello?

Hey. Teresa?
Osvaldo Ardiles.

Long time, no see.

Hey, Ardiles.

How are you?

How's the private practice?

You know, more work, more money.
Can't complain.

How's the FBI?

Uh, it's the same money,
more work.

Great dental plan,
though.

Hey, Teresa,
you think, uh,

we could meet
for dinner tonight?

I have some business
to discuss.

Dinner?

Well,
I-I'm in Houston.

Oh, great.
I'm in Chicago.

Houston is no problem.
I'll take the jet.

You have a jet that you can use
to take me to dinner?

What's the deal?

I'd, uh --
I'd rather discuss it in person.

This is business, right?

It's not, you know,
personal?

Oh, gosh, yeah.

No. Strictly business.

Okay, then.
You're buying.

Deal.

That was weird.

Sounds intriguing.
Is there a problem?

I hope not.

Okay. Gabriel said it's okay
to keep your things,

so right this way.

It's really sad
about Charles.

I saw him Sunday,
and he seemed totally chill.

What do you think
could have happened?

That's what we're here
to find out.

This is
our pre-viz department --

pre-visualization.
It --

We know.

Agents
Lisbon and Fischer.

Hi. I'm Gabriel Quinn.
I run this place.

This is Leo Drembelas,
my general counsel.

Hello.

Please.

Do you need
anything else?

No, w-we're fine, Avery.
Thank you.

Sorry about
the security rigamarole.

We take
every precaution we can.

So, how can we help you?

I understand you think
Whitaker was murdered.

We can't rule it out yet.

But suicide or an accidental
overdose is more likely, no?

Tell us a little bit
about Cartesian.

We develop tactical
image visualization

for the armed forces.

Been around
about six years.

The intelligence we develop

gets us close
to a lot of bad guys overseas.

Had Whitaker been working on
anything sensitive recently?

Ongoing projects
are strictly need-to-know,

but assume that everything
we take on is sensitive.

How did Whitaker
get on here?

He was a lovable goof,
super-bright,

uh, kind of a big kid,
gave people nicknames.

He called me "Quinner."

He put it on a T-shirt.
He was that guy.

Irritating sometimes,
but nobody disliked him.

We've pinged
the GPS in his car,

and it told us
that he was here on Sunday,

the day before he died.

A lot of your guys come in
on weekends?

Sure. Many. Yeah.

You don't take this job
because it's easy.

We're going to need to speak
with all of your employees,

but we'd like to start

with the guys that were here
on Sunday.

Of course.

I'll need to sit in,
as legal counsel.

Oh, sorry.
Don't --

Hey, Cho, finished grilling
the locals?

'Cause, uh, I think
I may have a lead.

Sunday. Yeah.

I was fixing
some resolution issues

on our dynamic
terrain simulator --

Did you talk to Whitaker?

Sure. Yeah, you know,
"Hey. How's it going?"

Like that.

How did he seem?

He was one of those guys --
he was quiet or loud.

Sunday he was quiet,
like, thinking.

His brother said that he was
excited about a new project.

A new project?

Why is that strange?

Uh...

There was none.

He was stuck on this massive
geo-spatial analysis report.

That's the last thing
in the world

you'd be excited about.

And that's all we're at liberty
to divulge about that.

And did you see Whitaker
talk to anybody else on Sunday?

Yeah, he asked Hagen
a lot of questions.

Martin Hagen,
our military liaison.

And what did Whitaker say
to you?

He wanted to know whether
any of the secret technologies

developed here
has shown up in foreign hands.

And what did you say?

The answer is yes,

but there's always
a certain amount of leakage.

And did he tell you
that he thought

somebody inside the company
was stealing data?

He didn't say that.

But you got
that impression?

With all due respect,

Mr. Hagen's opinion
is not germane.

Let me point out,
agents,

there is zero evidence
of a security breach here.

We cannot even be sure
a murder was committed.

Let us keep this matter
in proportion.

This is a lead?

It's a coded message.
See?

That says what?

I have no idea.

I thought you were good
at code-breaking.

Yeah, that's not the point.

The point is,
there's a coded message here.

Or doodles.

Oh, come on.

You know,
you've read crime novels.

Y-you want to communicate
with someone

but not be seen
with them,

then you put a message
in a newspaper,

and you leave it
in a public place.

You think Whitaker
was a spy.

No.
I think he found a spy.

He saw someone leave this paper,
and he intercepted the drop.

We need to find out

when and where
he found this newspaper.

Espionage is a big leap from
doodles in some old newspaper.

Remember --
it's still perfectly possible

that Whitaker
killed himself.

The company Whitaker worked for
did some top-secret stuff.

His apartment looked like
it was decorated

by an 8-year-old.

He was naive, inquisitive,
very clever,

and he had one copy

of a very serious newspaper
he never read,

which, as you can see,
is faded and stained,

as though it's been left
outside someplace.

Now he's dead.

Okay, I have the security
footage from Cartesian.

The newspaper came out
last Friday,

so that's our starting point,
obviously.

Whitaker arrives at work
at 8:45.

No paper visible.

At 1:15, he comes out,
probably for lunch --

no paper.

Aha!

He comes back at 2:10
with a newspaper...

The Financial Record,

which he puts away
inside his jacket

before entering the building.

Aha.

Which way
does he come from?

We'll retrace his steps.

Uh, he came from the south.

Thanks, Wylie.

South.

How far south do we walk?

Eventually,
we'll come to a small park

with a bench under a fig tree.
Why is that?

Bird poop and tree sap,
with a faint figgy note.

No, I'm good.

Ah, look --

ficus rubiginosa.

It's a fig tree.

Okay.
Good call, maybe.

And...

Yep.

That's our bench.

What, you don't know the Latin
for "bench"?

No need to be snippy
just because I was right.

I said "good call" already.
What now?

Well,
it's too late today.

We come back tomorrow
at lunchtime,

leave the newspaper,
see who picks it up.

If someone picks it up.

Oh, someone will.

I suspect the other spy
comes by once a day

to see if there's been
a message left.

He'll keep coming until he finds
a newspaper to pick up.

Or Whitaker
just O.D.'d.

Any other brilliant
breakthroughs?

Otherwise,
I'm gonna hit the gym.

You should hit the gym.
Yeah.

- Jane?
- Lisbon?

Where are you?

I'm on the scent of murder
like a bloodhound.

We just questioned
the staff.

Apparently,
the day before he died,

Whitaker was asking people
about industrial espionage.

Yeah, I'm a little ahead of you
on that one.

You broke into my car.

I entered your car
without your knowledge.

But the good news is,
tomorrow at around 2:00,

this case will be cracked.

You sound
awfully sure of yourself.

Always.
So, what's going on tonight?

Tonight I plan on painting
Houston red.

Where's Cho?

Arm-wrestling
with some heavy objects

at the gymnasium.

Oh, I just want
room service.

I happen to have
a date.

Sorry? A date?

What, like I couldn't possibly
have a date with somebody?

You have a date
in Houston?

Yeah.
Remember Osvaldo Ardiles?

Ardiles?

Two words --
tassled loafers.

He's not a bad-looking man.
Tassled loafers?

Oh, wait.
Hold on. Back up.

You said you already
solved the case.

Are you gonna tell us how?

Oh, ask him,
and he won't tell you.

Pretend you're not interested,
and he might.

I'm not even gonna try.

Uh, I-I'm sorry.

Y-you said, uh, "date,"
and then the subject changed.

Yeah, okay.
It's not exactly a date date.

It's a business thing.

He is flying in
on a private jet from Chicago.

Wow, that's very impressive.
Why?

I don't know.
I'm gonna find out tonight.

So, how's life
in San Francisco?

Oh, it's good.

I'm barely there.

This case has me traveling
half the month.

Big case.

Yeah, defending
a cellphone company.

Competitor says my client
stole their phone design,

so my client's looking
at $100 million in legal bills,

give or take.

I'd be happy
to take some.

Listen, the, um --
the thing is,

several times now,
in meetings, uh,

my phone gets hot
even though I haven't used it,

you know, like it's been on
the whole time,

like -- like somebody hacked it
and used it to listen in on me.

Ardiles, you flew here
all the way from Chicago

to tell me
your phone gets hot?

Yeah.

What is it
you're not telling me?

Nothing.
Nothing verifiable.

Go on.

Last couple months

I just get
this bad, bad feeling,

you know,
like somebody is watching me,

somebody malicious,
who really doesn't like me.

You ever get
that feeling?

I'm sure your company has
good detectives on retainer.

Yeah,
but I can't go to them

'cause I don't think it has
anything to do with my business.

Why not?
You said it was a big case.

It's just not the way
the other side plays.

This is personal,
all right?

But I got no --
I got no real proof.

You know,
I sound like a crazy person.

This is not
in my head, Teresa.

Come on.
You know me.

There is something going on,

I need the advice
of a detective

that I can trust 100%.

As it happens, I know
exactly what you should do.

When you go back
to San Francisco,

call Wayne Rigsby
and Grace Van Pelt.

They're in the bay area,

and what you need
is what they do now --

digital security.

They're good.

If there's anything going on,
they'll find out.

Drink up.

Hot phones.

I think he may be losing it,
but you never know.

Maybe it really is bugged.

Anyway, Rigsby and Van Pelt
could use the business.

Maybe he just wanted a date
with you.

Have you considered that?

Please stop.

Ardiles --
he always had a crush on you.

It's 2:23.

This is a waste of time.

Your theoretical spy
isn't showing up.

You have to have patience, Lisbon.
I'd rather have coffee.

There's a place over there.
You want anything?

I'm good.

Okay.

Uh, excuse me, sir.
Do you happen to have the time?

You have a watch.

Yeah,
I-I forgot to wind it.

Uh, it's almost 2:25.

Thank you.

No problem.

Did you take
my phone?

What?

I can't --
I can't find my phone.

No, I didn't take anything
from you.

Then where is my phone?

How would I know?

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa.
Wait a minute!

Help!
Police! Police!

This man
stole my phone.

What's going on?

He stopped me
and he asked me the time

and he just snatched my phone
right out of my hand.

He's a thief.
He is lying!

He stopped me,
he asked for the time, and I --

Sir, sir, is that true?
No, sir.

He stopped me,
he asked for the time, and --

this man is crazy.

Uh, liar.

Could you call my phone,
please?

555-0189.

Yes. There.
Thank you.

That's my phone.
That's my ringtone.

Very good.

You tricked me.

Yeah. Thank you.

Very good.
Very good.

Oh, you're gonna let him
just walk away?

Sir, sir, I didn't tell you
you could leave.

What's happening?

A whole lot is happening.

I-I have no idea.

And magically his phone
appeared in your pocket?

So, Mr. Hassan Zarif,
you're in quite the pickle.

Please, before you waste
valuable breath,

I will not boondoggle
with the FBI.

What do you want to know?

How long have you been
buying intelligence

from inside Cartesian?

Uh, a year, about.

From who?

I do not know.

My client arranged
the first purchase.

And who's your client?

They're far away abroad
and very powerful and very rich.

And I will never tell you
their names,

even if you torture me.

Mm.

Okay.

So, tell us about the seller
inside Cartesian.

I know nothing.

I mean --
all contact is anonymous.

When the seller has a file
to sell,

he drops a newspaper
at the park.

We have a simple code.

This one says
"same price as last time."

Then what happens?

Um...we have another spot
in the same park

for the actual exchange.

I leave cash.

The seller picks it up,

leaves a flash drive
with the data.

I-I paid $475,000 in total.

Ouch.

But you have no idea
who this person is?

No, sir, I do not.

Do you know
a Charles Whitaker?

No.

He worked at Cartesian,

died two days ago --
heart failure.

May he rest peacefully.

What of it?

We think he was murdered,
either by your client or you

or whoever
you're buying from.

I see.

That puts
a different complexion.

Yeah.

Very sad.

Uh, my client
did not kill this person.

I assure you.

The arrangement
was too lucrative.

I did not do it
for the same reason.

I mean --
you must believe me.

Yes, we must.

The spy inside Cartesian
is the killer,

and I have an excellent plan
for their capture.

Which is what?

Well, our mystery spy
had something to sell.

That's why they left
a newspaper,

but Whitaker
screwed it up.

So they still have
something to sell.

And they don't know
we intercepted their buyer.

Exactly.
They'll try again.

They just need to be lulled
into a false sense of security.

And how do we lull them
like that?

We need to arrest
someone else

and charge them
with Whitaker's murder.

We can't arrest people
under false pretenses.

We can't?

No.
No.

Why not?

It's illegal.

Oh.
Well, that's a problem.

I guess we need to think
outside of the box.

That's always
a bad sign.

Relax.

I am relaxed.

Really?

I've seen rodeo bulls
more relaxed.

Okay,
I'm not relaxed.

You're acting like
you used to act

in the early days,
and it makes me nervous.

How did I act
in the early days?

You were crazy.

Oh.
I'm not anymore.

You're not?

Nope.

Then what are you?

I'm fine.

I know how to calibrate
these things.

Mr. Whitaker.

Mr. Jane.

How can I help you?

The question is,
how may I help you?

I don't follow.

Well, as you can imagine,
Mr. Whitaker,

I've been watching you
very hard --

very, very hard.

I know what you did.

Oh, yeah, I know.

What do you mean?
What did I do?

You want me to say it
out loud?

Most people would pay me
to keep quiet.

Are you asking me
for a bribe?

How dare you?!

Um...
Oh, my God!

...is that gonna do?

Sir, you're under arrest
for battery.

Daniels, call someone!

This is ridiculous.

What is happening?

Lawyer.

Curtis --

Call me Mr. Whitaker.

And I want to speak
with my attorney.

Mr. Whitaker,
you don't need a lawyer.

Damn right.

Any clown on the street
could tell you

that battery charge
won't stick.

I was grossly insulted
by that -- that man,

and I was falsely arrested.

You're right.

It was a pretext
to get you off the street

in a conspicuous way.
What?

I'm very sorry for any trouble
that you've been caused.

We need your help.

My help with what?

We think that Charles
was hunting for a spy at work.

Hunting for a spy?

Charles made maps.

Right, but the company
that he worked for,

they're a Pentagon
subcontractor --

battlefield apps.

Somebody was stealing

and selling
sensitive military data.

Charles caught on
to it.

Sounds exactly like
the kind of half-baked fantasy

Charles
would have cooked up.

Except it's true.

You're saying my brother got
killed for rooting out a spy?

Yes.

And now you need my help?

We need his killer to feel safe
enough to make one more deal.

We need them to think
no one's looking at them,

so we need someone else
to look at,

someone plausible.

Me.

Exactly.

That's an absurd idea.

Is this really
how the FBI operates? Really?

We're
a specialized unit.

What if I say no?

Then we'll press
the battery charges.

But you just admitted
those were bogus.

Only to you.

Either way,
you're staying here.

This is outrageous.

I swear,
my attorneys will --

Curtis...

This isn't about you.

This is about national security
and justice for your brother.

So deal with it.

As a courtesy,
we wanted to update you

on the Whitaker case.

We saw the news.
You arrested his brother?

Yes. We haven't charged him yet,
but soon.

There was a dispute over
some money that a relative left.

Curtis got greedy,
it looks like.

I didn't know there was money
in the family.

Several million.

Is there anything else
you need from us, agents?

No, no. We just wanted you
to hear it from us.

And we know Charles had a lot
of friends in the building.

I just can't believe it.
It's so sad.

It's very sad,
but family feuds run deep.

We see this sort of thing
all the time.

Yeah, of course.
Wow.

Well, have a safe trip
back to Austin.

And you haven't made
any phone calls

since the incident?

On my cell? No.
I bought a burner.

Can you believe that?

Me in some grimy back alley
buying a prepaid phone

from a kid
who probably stole the thing.

Oh, that was smart --

if, in fact, your digital life
has been compromised.

You two can do this?

You can take over
someone's phone?

Yeah.

'Cause whoever's doing this
to me, I want to nail them.

I want to destroy them.

I'm sorry.
This one will not go to sleep.

No, I'm -- I'm sorry.
I got excited.

Look, we can't wage war
on whoever bugged your phone --

if you were bugged.

That's just not a service
that we provide.

I understand.

We'll start
by looking into your phone,

and as soon as we know anything,
you'll know.

Thank you.

And you understand
the pricing schedule?

Yep, I do.
It's no problem.

Do whatever it takes.

Look, I'm scared.

And I want this fixed.

All righty, then.

We'll be in touch.

Wow.

This is juicy.

But like Lisbon said,
he seemed a little out there.

2:11. Still no action
at the park benches.

No sign of anyone approaching
from either side of the Plaza.

No kidding.
Maintain radio silence

unless you have
something to say.

Yes, sir.

You tell 'em, Cho.

Mm.

This is like
a stakeout of old --

you, skeptical and grumpy.
Me, confident, cheerful.

You're only being cheerful
to irritate me.

I'm cheerful because
I get to sit here with you

in this park
on such a beautiful day.

Son of a gun.

It's Avery Schultz.
Gesundheit.

Is she a real person?

It's the C.E.O.'s
secretary.

That's our target.

Move in.

Stop! FBI!

FBI!
Move! Move! Move!

FBI! Stop!

Avery Schultz.

You're under arrest.

Come on out of there.

I would have never thought
it was her.

Huh. Really?
You surprise me.

You normally have
such good people instincts.

I do?

No, I'm kidding.

Well, I was kidding
that I was kidding.

You have very good
people instincts.

It's just you're people skills
are a little...

Oh, you're hilarious.

Yeah.

Nicely done, Cho.

You look great
in that hat.

We searched your apartment.

Some nice shoes,
but otherwise kind of spartan.

Your buyer says he paid you
almost $500,000.

My mom
has medical issues.

And I have drug issues,
to be frank.

So the money goes.

How'd you get started
in the espionage business?

My dad was a big-deal
currency trader

until he went bust.

We lost everything.

Five years ago,
he killed himself.

I was desperate,

so a man reached out to me
on the Internet,

said he was a friend
of my father's,

said he was a journalist,

said he would pay me for gossip
from the high-tech world.

It grew from there.

And what's the name
of this man?

Oh, he doesn't exist.

He is a crime syndicate
in Russia someplace, I think.

By the time I realized that,
it was too late.

I had gone too far
already.

When I said
I wanted to stop,

they threatened to tell
Cartesian what I had been doing,

so...I had to keep
doing it.

Then that idiot
started following me.

Charles Whitaker.

I had a feeling
someone was watching,

but you do, don't you?

When you're doing stuff
like that, you get paranoid.

So I forced myself
to ignore the feeling.

Big mistake.

We were both in the office
on Sunday.

He told me he knew
what was going on.

Avery,
we work for the Pentagon.

W-what you're doing...
They call treason.

You have to stop.

Treason?

Charles, it's a game.

It's something
we do for fun,

me and bunch of friends
from college.

We've been doing it
for years.

It's like
a scavenger hunt.

So, you're not
selling stuff?

Me? A spy? Really?

No.

Charles.

It's just a game.

But I knew that lie
was not gonna hold him for long.

I knew
I had to keep him quiet.

So I went to see him
early Monday.

Hey.

Can we talk?

Sure.

Come in, I guess.

I put enough drugs in him
to kill a horse.

He didn't look it,
but that guy was strong.

Shame
you had to kill him.

Hey, you're a cop.

You're not a judge.

Don't judge me.
I had no choice.

No, you had a choice.

Yeah,
I could have given up.

But I don't give up.

And that is a virtue.
It's not a sin.

Wayne?

Hey, Grace,
I can't contact Ardiles.

His office hasn't heard from him
since Friday.

Can't exactly call the guy

and tell him
his cellphone's been bugged.

Can you ping his cellphone,
try and figure out where he is?

Sure thing.

1313 Owens Street.

1313 Owens Street.

Yeah, got it.

Hey, are you gonna be home
for dinner?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Wait. Are you at
that dirty taco truck?

I can literally hear you
trying to think up an excuse.

No. That's the sound
of me eating a taco.

Salad tonight.
I promise.

I love you. Bye.

Hey, baby.
What are you doing?

The National Intelligence
Distinguished Service Medal --

for your brother's
selfless contributions

to the intelligence
community.

You should be very proud
of him.

Now we'll get you
to the presentation room, okay?

Agent Fischer,
you coming along?

Cho and Lisbon
are already there.

Ah, I'll be along
in a moment, sir.

Okay.

Okay, he's gone.

Scaredy-cat.

Just being considerate.

Seeing me again
would have spoiled his big day.

Mm.

Oh, by the way,
I just, uh --

I found the trailer
I was looking for.

You can have
any vehicle you want,

and you choose
an Airstream trailer?

But that -- it's for
an old retired couple.

I think
it's an elegant solution --

an office and a vehicle
in one.

Could change my entire approach
to solving crimes.

I won't fight you
on that.

Hey, what did you say to him
that made him so angry that he hit you?

Oh, I have
a foolproof line.

Foolproof.

1313 Owens Street.

This is Wayne.
Leave a message.

Wayne, uh, call me back
as soon as you get this.

Actually,
don't call me back.

Just, uh, m-meet me at
the corner where you had lunch.

I'll be waiting for you.

Don't worry.
It's not the kids.

Ardiles isn't the only one
being bugged. It's all of us.

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