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Why are you so nervous?

I don't do this often, Jack.

Look, he's a really nice guy.

Nothing like me.

He's, he's, he's fun,

he's capable of having
a commitment.

Hey, come on, you're married.

And your point is?

Look, he's the kind of guy,

the kind of guy that
comes home to dinner.

Okay.

Okay? And he's got
a job, unlike your
other loser boyfriends.

He's... he's, like,
one of the best agents
I've ever worked with.

But not the best.

You're the best agent
you ever worked with.

I am the best agent
I ever worked with.

What about me?
You're the prettiest
agent I ever worked with.

Thank you very much.

No, okay, no,
you were a fantastic...

...agent.

Hey, he's coming.

He's cute.

Go ahead.

Hey.
Hey!

Ann, Max. Max, Ann.

Ann. Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Thank you very much.

You're even smarter
than Jack said you were.

I didn't say she was smart.
Come on!

You drinking?

Yeah, I would love a drink.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

You have
a beautiful smile.

She does have
a beautiful smile.

Thank you very much.

JACK:
Ray!

I want to see him.

I don't know if
that's a good idea.

What the hell happened?

There was a shooting.

We don't know
the full story yet.

You have any idea
what Jimmy was doing
all the way out here?

Not at this hour.

Could it have been
something for the case?

A lead he couldn't follow
during work hours

without blowing
his cover?

I don't know.

I got a woman across the street
who claims she spotted

a late-model Audi
leaving the scene

headed south
on Brigg Street.

Did she get specifics?

Plates, partials,
anything to go on?

Just saw the car
and the body.

What about the driver?
Did she see the driver?

I'm afraid not.

Okay. Let's extend our perimeter

six blocks, see if we can find

someone that got
a good look at that car.

Listen, we're going to need
an update on the status

of yours and Jimmy's
investigation.

Why don't you go
back to the office

and start a statement?

Max, you hear me?

Yeah. Yeah.

We're gonna find out
what happened to Jimmy.

Hey, come on, what are
these people doing here?

Let's shut
this area down.

Let's go, come on.
Come on, come on.

Yeah?

Hey, Ray, what's up?

When was this?

Did he swipe his ID
through security?

Okay.

Did you look in the parking lot,
check for his car?

Yeah, yeah,
of course you did, sorry.

Um... what about Ann,
have you talked to her?

I'll tell you what,
let me follow up with her.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.

Let me know if
you hear anything else.

Thanks.

Hey.

How ya doin'?

Have you heard anything?

No, not yet.

Uh, get in the car.

Come on.

Oh.

I'm sorry this
is happening.

I checked the messages.

He did call last night.

And I didn't hear it.

I was asleep...
I don't know, too tired.

Here it is.

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Received 2:34 a.m.

It's me.

Oh, God, I wish I was
talking to you right now.

Oh... I just... I just don't
know what to do.

Everything is so screwed up.

Jimmy was shot tonight.

It's all my fault.

I'm so sorry, honey.

For everything.

But no matter what happens,

I want you to know
that I love you.

I love you, I really do.

That's it.

What is it that he thinks
is all his fault?

Jimmy and Max were working
on an industrial espionage case.

Jimmy wanted to go undercover.

Max didn't think he was ready.

Max was his supervisor.

If he didn't want the kid
undercover, how'd he get there?

Jimmy went over his head.

Went right to Pallides.

It's been so hard for him
lately, Jack.

So hard.

It's all right, honey.

We're gonna find him.

Okay.

So what you got
on Max Cassidy?

Ah, everything is in motion,
but nothing so far.

What about his cell phone?

The call to his wife
was the last activity,

and that call came from
somewhere around La Guardia.

Hmm.
SAM:
Okay.

Jimmy took one shot to the head,
two to the chest from a .22.

Professional hit.

Yeah.
I'm thinking whoever shot Jimmy

might have followed Max
when he left the crime scene.

Well, no John Does
have turned up.

So maybe he's running,

though I don't understand
why he doesn't come in for help.

What were they working on?

A mechanical engineering firm
in West Orange thought that

one of its employees
was stealing corporate secrets.

Jimmy was undercover,
trying to find out who.

Danny and Elena are talking
to the CEO.

My God, Jimmy Haggerty's dead?

Yes. And Max Cassidy has been
missing since late last night.

Max must have been right.

Right about what, Mr. Henners?

The investigation
being compromised.

He told you that?

Someone inside the company

tried to get into Jimmy
Haggerty's personnel records.

I didn't think
it was a big deal.

The security software
sends an alert

to the system administrator, who
shut down access immediately.

Jimmy's was the
only file affected?

Yeah, but I'm sure
it's nothing.

I'm sorry, Phil,

but we can't ignore the fact
that Jimmy's cover

may have been blown.

Meaning what?

I'm going to have
to pull Jimmy out.

But the software worked.

Whoever was trying to look
at this information...

FBI protocol clearly dictates
if there is any concern

over an agent's safety,

he must be extracted
immediately.

Does FBI protocol say
to kiss off all the progress

we've been making, too?

We've narrowed the list of
suspect employees down to four.

We'll keep
investigating them.

Somehow I don't find that
entirely reassuring.

Phil, I've been doing this
a long time.

This is the right thing to do.

And also, it's your only option.

But then he called later that
night, said he changed his mind,

and decided to leave
Jimmy in after all.

Why did you call the FBI in the
first place?

We're finalists
for an army contract.

It's a new fuel system for
desert vehicles.

About two months ago,
someone broke in to our server.

They didn't get the designs,

but I was afraid
they'd come back.

You're sure that this fuel
system is what they were after?

It's a pretty big contract.

And Max never told you why he
left Jimmy inside the company?

No, I just assumed he found out
his ID was still secure.

But now, I mean, it looks like
we were both wrong.

So everybody I talk to about
this case, they've heard rumors.

Max had some kind of run-in with
an AD about five years ago.

Uh-huh.
Max blew the whistle.

Something about
misappropriation of funds.

Yeah, was he right?

Well, apparently
it didn't matter.

The AD got to retire,
Max was blackballed,

went from major crimes
to white collar.

No good deed goes unpunished.

You all know

Special Agent
Ann Cassidy.

Hey.
Hello.

So how we doing?

Well, I've got
a list

of four suspects
in Max's espionage case.

Do you recognize
any of the names?

No.

SAM:
Okay, I think I got
something here.

The night Max did his
180 on Jimmy,

he was at a bar
on 8th Street.

He spent $107.

Closed his tab out
right before 10:00.

That's a pretty sizable tab.

He could have been there for
a while, or he wasn't alone.

Either one of those
ideas a possibility?

Well, he liked to go out
for a drink after work,

but that's pretty big,
even for him.

Listen, if you want to use my
office while we do this...

Sam, could you meet me
at the elevator?

Sure.

Thank you.

You working the bar
last Friday night?

Every Friday. Why?

You recognize this guy?

Sure, Scotch
on the rocks.

Planted himself
right where you are.

Hung out for a few
good hours, too.

That's a pretty good
memory you got there.

It's not every night you get
an old timer squaring off

with a guy nearly
half his age.

Like hell, Max.
You're not pulling me out.

People are getting suspicious.

They're trying
to find out who you are.

You know what?
You might want to think

about what you're doing here.

I know exactly
what I'm doing.

And that's enough for you.

You want to stop pretending
like you're out there

trying to protect me?

Guys, take it easy,

or take it outside.

Okay.

You want to pull me, Max?

Go for it.

But don't be surprised
when Ann comes around

asking where you really were

all those nights that
you were supposed
to be out with me.

Yeah, you see, I think it's
going to break her heart

when she finds out
you were really off

banging your new girlfriend.

Don't you think?

Thanks for the drinks, boss.

BARTENDER:
The young one said
his peace and left.

Your guy stayed
a little bit longer.

Seemed pretty rattled,
if you ask me.

Uh, thank you.

You've been a lot of help.

I know that
you've said that

Max and Jimmy were having
some problems.

Yeah.

It would appear that, uh...

it's a little more complicated.

Okay.

Jimmy was blackmailing Max.

He found out that, uh,
Max was having an affair,

and, uh, he was threatening
to disclose it.

I'm really sorry to have to
break the news to you this way.

I knew about it.

I know about the affair.

What do you mean you knew?

How?
Did Jimmy tell you?

No, Jimmy didn't have
to tell me; I'm the wife.

The wife knows these things.

I followed him
from the office...

just to make sure.

( quiet, indistinct
conversation )

Think about it
and I'll be right back.

All right.

What's going on?

Annie, hi.

You didn't think I'd find out?

What?

Oh, Megan?

She's from the office.

No, I know all the women
from the office.

I work there, remember?

What I meant to say was
she's, uh, a contact.

I'm not stupid, Max.

I thought it was work.

I knew you were unhappy, I just
thought it would pass.

I didn't... ooh, I didn't...

I didn't think you could
do anything like this.

I mean, to me?

Why would you do this to me?

Hey...
I don't know what to say.

There is nothing you can say.

He came back home.

Much later.

He begged me to forgive him.

He told me he'd
stop seeing her...

And we're still
working it out.

How long has this relationship
been going on?

About a month.

Has he had other affairs?

No...!

No!

I just don't understand why you
didn't tell me this before.

Because
it's my personal business.

But it's relevant to the case.
I mean, he could've just

run off with this woman.
No, no, no.

His disappearance has to do
with Jimmy.

Look, I don't have to tell you
that by withholding

this information,
it makes you a suspect.

I had nothing to do with Max's
disappearance and you know it.

Well, it doesn't
change anything.

Oh, come on.
You know the drill.

Oh, come on!

Just sit tight.

Hey, we, uh, found the hacker
Jimmy and Max were looking for.

What's his name?

Gary Raymond.

Works in system engineering
at Henners.

He was at work when Jimmy's
personnel file was accessed.

Pick him up?

Oh, he was MIA until
about 15 minutes ago.

He ran when a Port Authority cop
recognized him.

Okay, let me know when
you're saddled up.

Will do.

MAN :
Have you been married
to Max Cassidy

for 15 years?

No.

Have you been married to
Max Cassidy for nine years?

Yes.

Was Max Cassidy
having an affair?

Yes.

Was Max Cassidy alive
the last time you saw him?

Yes.

Did you participate
in any way

in the disappearance
of Max Cassidy?

Absolutely not.

Please,
just yes or no.

No.

That's it?

Here, let me...
No, no.

That was unnecessary.

You would have done
exactly the same thing.

What, humiliate you?

I wasn't trying
to humiliate you.

Hey, everybody, did you hear
about Ann Cassidy?

She got cheated on
by her husband.

Suspect in his disappearance.

You didn't give me much choice.

Hey, I work here, Jack.
I see these people every day.

I would never have done the same
thing to you, ever!

I don't know anything.

What's up with the 35 grand
we found

in the back of your closet?

What were you doing?
Selling military secrets?

No.

Look, I didn't shoot Jimmy.

But you know who did.

No, I don't.

Maybe this will jog your memory.

A man approached me after work

a few months ago.

Said he'd pay me to make a map
of the server.

Then, two days ago, he
gave me a bunch of money

to copy some files--
that's all I did.

That's all you did?
That's espionage, you idiot.

I didn't know it would
get anybody killed.

This her?

Yeah, that's the woman
from the car.

What's her name?

That I don't know.

How did you contact
these people?

How'd they contact you?

E-mail.

I tried writing them after
what went down last night,

but the address is dead.

All right, we're going to need
that e-mail address

and the names of all the files
that you passed along.

Jimmy got in the way
of that dead drop,

so it got him killed.

Why would he follow this guy
without backup?

Maybe he didn't
trust Max.

What, for pulling him
off the case?

Maybe he thought Max
and the girl were
in it together.

He's your friend.
Think he's capable of that?

I don't know.

No, I'm sorry.
A lot of people eat here.

Oh, like that.
Okay, listen--

I'm talking about
just a few days ago.

Come on, please, think.

You think I remember
every customer?

Listen, honey, listen--
I understand.

They caused
a bit of a scene,

and I'm sure you can't
say that about most
of your clientele.

Frankly, no, but
still, I'm sorry.

Her name is Megan; she may have
looked something like this.

She would've been here
with this guy.

Yeah, I've served them
a few times, actually.

He's pretty regular,
and I want to say
that she's local.

Really

We may have delivered
once or twice.

Do you have an address?

No, I don't,
but our delivery service might.

Great. We're going to need
to check on that.

Sure.
Thanks.

SAMANTHA:
Megan! Megan Lewis! FBI!

Clear.
No Megan, no Max.

They're not here.

Is this the right place?

This is the address the
delivery service gave us.

Do you think they
ran away together?

I don't know.

Can I help you?

Uh, yeah, FBI.

We're looking
for Megan Lewis.

Oh, she's popular today.

What do you mean?

There was another guy
looking for her.

He had one of those, too.

Max?

When was the last time
you saw Megan?

Yesterday afternoon.

I mean, she'd been here
a couple of months,

then just up and left.

Didn't even bother
telling your friend.

Hey, bud.

What are you
doing in here?

Where is she?

I don't know.

You were just here yesterday;
where did she go?
I don't know, pal.

I'm guessing this is her way
of breaking up with you.

You need to tell me everything
you know about her.

Now.

All I had was
her rental application.

She didn't give notice.

Didn't leave
any forwarding info.

Did she ever write any checks?

No-- cash, month to month.
We're going to need

a copy of that rental
application, please.

Yeah, sure.
Thank you.

This is what I think.

Max hears there was an Audi
at the crime scene,

and he remembers that his
girlfriend has the same car.

And, suddenly, he thinks
she might be playing him,

so he comes here,

sees she's cleaned
the place out,

and realizes he was right.

You think he's still
looking for Megan?

I think he might've
already found her.

And she may have
taken him out, too.

SAMANTHA:
The long and short of it is,
Megan Lewis doesn't exist.

All we've come up with
is dead ends.

The driver's license
and the Social she listed

on her rental application
only goes back one year.

So personal references,
prior address, there's nothing.

And her landlord never ran
a credit check.

She paid first, last
and security in cash.

What about the Audi?

No registration in her name.

So either she was driving
somebody else's car,

or it's registered
under an alias.

Okay, let's keep canvassing
the neighborhood.

Talk to the shopkeepers,
the neighbors,

anybody that's in close
proximity to that apartment.

That girl wasn't invisible,
and neither was her car.

:
Okay.

Hey.

Hi.

Look, the reason I had
you take a polygraph

is because I thought it would
be easier than having you sit

in a room and tell me about
your personal relationship.

What now, huh?

Max had an affair with
a woman that kills people.

Oh.

After they moved him
to white collar,

his cases became less and less
interesting.

His team got smaller
and smaller.

Now, after all that
he's done, he hated it.

Eventually, he stopped
talking about work,

and I stopped asking.

I know how it is, you know?
You have less and less

to talk about, and suddenly,
there's nothing.

No, if he said anything to this
woman-- and I seriously doubt

that he did-- it's because
I wasn't listening.

You know what? He doesn't get a
pass just because he was lonely.

I get why he's not reaching out
to me, but you,

you're one of
his closest friends.

Why isn't he calling you
for help?

Because he didn't trust me.

A couple
of months ago,

he came in to see me.

He heard I was going to add
a member to the squad.

You know as well as I do
that it takes

even the best agent at least
two years to get up to speed.

And I retire in three.
Hardly worth the
trouble, right?

Why do you want the headache
of joining a new unit, anyway?

I've got enough
headaches of my own.

I know they screwed you.

You know, it's got
to kill you to be
strapped to a desk.

But joining this unit
is not the answer.

You sure it's just not
political, Jack?

You're not up
for the trouble

getting me out of white collar
would cause?
You know what?

I'm just doing what
you taught me.

You put the unit first.

Yeah, yeah.

I know.

I just didn't...

I didn't feel like I
had a spot for him.

I tried to call him.

I left him a bunch of messages.
He never returned my call.

You know, I just let it go.

I feel like I let him down.

We both did.

VIVIAN:
Let me get this straight.

This is the design file
that was stolen?

Yes. Actually,
I'm very relieved.

So I take it it's not
the Army's fuel system?

Aw, no, this is some sort of
high

It's a high-end
micro-dissipation sprayer.

It's capable of delivering
droplets smaller than a micron.

We sell them to
manufacturers

for painting and other
industrial applications.

So it's on the
market already?

Yeah, and well, it's a
highly profitable item.

I have no idea why
anyone would want
to steal it.

Well, actually, Mr. Henners,
someone killed for it.

Could this sprayer be modified

and used for something
other than

industrial
purposes?

It's ingenious. The nozzle
reduces liquid in stages,

which is how they can get
the particles down

to such a small size.
So if you wanted
to disperse

a chemical agent,
you wouldn't have
to weaponize it.

Right.
But what are
these people

gonna do, build one
from scratch?
They've already got one.

Two weeks ago, one was stolen
from a shipment to South Korea.

And does Counter-terror know
what their target might be?

Until we know who
we're looking for,

we won't be able
to narrow it down.

Excuse me. A liquor store

close to her place
has an ATM out front.

The camera took
a very nice picture
of our girl

loading some boxes into her car
around 3:30 yesterday.

We get license plates?
Yeah,
and the owner.

Apparently, Megan's real name is
Laura Simmons,

and it looks like
she moved here

seven years ago
from Nevada.
Any address?

Well, all roads lead to
a P.O. Box, except one.

That is there.

Well, she's been wiring
$1,000 a week to that sushi bar

for two months.

Let's check that out.
Okay.

You see that?

I'm going to go in.

Thank God you're here.

What the hell
happened here?

We were robbed.
They-They took everything.

ELENA:
Who's "they"?

Two... gang bangers
busted in the place.

Really?
Did you uh...

Clear.
...did you happen to call
the police?

No time. I mean, I-I got
here, and it was a wreck.

All the money's here.

I came from the bank.
They took that money.

Oh! Interesting.

Listen, uh, take a break,
come on, please.

Outside.

Come on, it's not up to him.
Come on, come on, come on.

Wh

Why don't you take a seat?

We know about the $1,000
bonus you've been getting.

I-I don't know what you're
talking about.

Okay, did this man break
your window?

Have you seen him?

Hey.

We're federal agents.

You better stop pissing me off
and start talking.

All right, yes.

Yes, he was here an hour ago.

Open up!
I'm not open yet.
Come back in...

I want to talk to you!
Open up!

Hold it right there.

Where is she

I don't know any Megan.

She was in here
every time I was.

It wasn't any coincidence.

You know her.
You introduced us.

She just liked you,
that's all.

No. She set me up.

And you helped her.

And I know you know
where she is.

She paid me to call when
you would come in.

I-I don't know why.
I didn't want to know why.

Tell me how I can reach her.

I got a phone number.
What is it?

555-0178.

Oh, that's not the number
we have for her apartment.

Maybe Laura got herself
someplace else to call home.

JACK:
Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
I want to talk to you.

Did you see what
happened over there?

Here's 20 bucks.

Did you see what
happened to her?

Yeah, I saw.

This... this guy just
came and... and beat her up.

Did you get a
good look at him?

Yeah, I need an ambulance
right away.

101st and Riverside,
parking structure.

There's a
woman... uh...

she's been beaten bad.

Sped out of here.
The paramedics and the cops

showed up about
ten minutes later.

Okay.

Thank you, honey.
You did good.

Take care of yourself.

Do me a favor.
Take a hike.

Where's Cassidy?

You know what?

I already got you
for killing a federal agent.

That's the death penalty.

You help me,
I help you.

Fine. Whatever you want.

Get her out of here.

Jack.

What's up?

I found it in
the glove box.

I bet ballistics
will tie it to Jimmy's murder.

Why don't you bag it,
take it down there
and find out?

Yep.

Okay, thanks.

Yeah.

All right, the reason
Laura Simmons

didn't pop up at
this address

is because her brother,
a Terry Simmons is
the one on the lease.

Now this Terry Simmons,

he's on the counterterrorism
watch list.

He's part of a militia group.

His father was killed by a cop
at a white supremacist rally.

Terry Simmons is a cop hater,

and Leahy says he may
be targeting the annual meeting

for the National
Sheriff's Association.

That starts tomorrow here
at the Stratford Hotel.

Yeah.

We find Max,
we find Simmons.

Jack, all right, 911 dispatch
gave us the number

that Max called from.

It was Laura Simmons'
cell phone.

Is it still active?
As of five minutes ago,

it was pinging off
the tower in Brooklyn.

All right, I'll meet you
in the tech room.
All right.

We've got a number for Max.

All right, guys, we are hot.

Max?

Jack, is that you?

Uh-huh.

Hey, buddy, long time no talk.

Listen, you don't have
to do this by yourself.

We're prepared to send a team
out to help you.

Ah, you'll never get here
in time.

Come on, Max,
help me out here a little.

I got stupid, Jack.

Yeah.

You screwed up.

The woman played you.

I let her, Jack.
I walked right in.

Gave up everything.
Didn't even realize it.

Look, I understand that you
want to try and make it right,

but this is not
the way to do it.

Remember, uh...
remember that story

you used to tell me?

Where you'd just gotten out
of Quantico and you solved

that serial rapist case
that everybody had marked cold?

The moral of that story
is I pissed off a lot of people

by not listening
to my superiors.

Maybe, but I always took the
moral to be trust your gut,

follow your instincts.

Now I know that you found

Terry Simmons.

Just let us help you, okay?

At least tell me where you are.

Max?

You'll find me.

Ann, are you there?

Yes, Max.

I love you, babe.

I love you, too.

I got him, I got him.

All right, just sit tight.
Don't do anything stupid.

Okay.
We're on our way.

Take some guys,
sweep around the back.

Take the front entrance.

Got one down.

Geez, Max.

What the hell did
you do to yourself?

One..., one got up
the stairs.

Shut up and relax.
I got it.

Danny.
I got it.

Martin, you got one
headed your way.

MARTIN:
Copy that.

I got a man down.
I need a medic now.

Shots fired!

Shots fired!

Cover the exits!

Cover the exits!

Going up.

Simmons! Drop the gun.

Oh, forget about it.

Forget about it.

You're wasting your time.

Sit down, talk to me.

Talk to me.

Talk to you?

What the hell you want
to talk about?

I told you you'd find me.

If you weren't
such a stubborn bastard,

I would have found you sooner.

Listen...

I've got a 25-year-old
bottle of McManus

in my desk at the office.

Don't let those old
PR guys get it.

You should never have
told me, you cheap bastard.

I'm going to get there first
and drink it myself.

Just take it easy, okay?
I've got help coming.

I'm so tired.

I know, just-just
take it easy.

Jack.

What?

Ann.

Take care of Ann.

Take care of her yourself.

DANNY:
Get on the ground.

Get on the ground!

Primary suspect

has been apprehended
on the roof.

Martin, you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Jack...

Jack, they found ricin
in the building,

a hell of a lot of it,
all right?

Let's go.
We've got to evacuate.

I'm not going anywhere.

Listen, once the building
is secure, we'll come back

and we'll get Max.

But right now we have
to evacuate, come on.

I'll see what I can do.

Hi.

Hi.

Here.

Oh.

Max did a great thing.

And they couldn't have done it
without him, right?

No.

And you'll make sure

everyone in the Bureau
knows that, okay?

Yes, I will.
Okay.

Oh, God.

I just wanted everything
to be all right.