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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 considers
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.

Back in the day,
people understood things like respect.

Loyalty, honor. Those days are gone.

So, what do you wanna do?

Only one thing to do.

Take care of it.

Have you located our quarry, Mr. Reese?

- I have. At a place called Grand.
- Good choice.

- You know it?
- Haven't been back since they renovated...

...but the old Grand
served one mean rib-eye.

- So our guy has expensive tastes, huh?
- The man he works for certainly does.

George Massey owns
several local establishments...

...but he's better known
for less reputable enterprises.

Including loan-sharking,
money laundering, extortion...

Good to know the Irish Mob
is still kicking.

If the city's gonna have organized
criminals, they should at least be diverse.

Massey runs his businesses
with his son, Eddie.

- And our guy?
- Riley Cavanaugh.

No living family
and no education past high school.

Only job he seems to have held was driving
a truck for a company owned by Massey.

Appears to have been an associate
of Massey's for several years.

What kind of associate?

The kind that gets the machine's attention.

- I'm going in.
- Something happening?

Yeah, lunch.

You talk to the owner
of that new bar on 35th?

- We were gonna drop by later today.
- Good.

Let me know if I need to get involved.

What's this? Trying to take my job?

Sorry, you looked busy.

Your server will be with you shortly.
Unless you want his job too.

Yours will do for now.

How's your lunch, George?
Everything okay?

Oh. AI, it's great.

Can't remember what
the old place looks like.

Neighborhood's changed.
Have to keep up with the times, as they say.

Yeah, some things do change.

But some don't.

For instance, you and me.

- I know I'm behind, George. But just--
Behind?

You're a little more than behind.

We were down for three months
with the remodel.

- People aren't going out to eat--
Yeah, I know. I know.

Well, here's the thing.

You can spend all your money
on your fancy fixtures and your wallpaper...

...as long as you keep paper in my pocket.

Understand?

Yeah.

- Yeah, I understand.
- Good.

Because next time...

...I'm not gonna be the one stopping by.

It'll be me.

I won't be here for lunch.

Looks like our associate
is Massey's enforcer.

By enforcer you mean
he's our perpetrator?

Annie, hang on. Come here.

Hey.

What's going on,
you don't say hello anymore?

- Sorry, George, I'm kind of busy.
- You know, uh...

...I been thinking a lot about you lately.

Yeah? Should I be flattered or scared?

Heh. Come on, I just wanna know
how you're doing. You know?

Whether or not you found somebody
to fend off those cold nights yet.

Why? You offering, George?
Because now I'm really scared.

Heh. Hey, I'm a married man.

You gotta be more respectful.

And I'm the widow of one of your guys,
in case you forgot.

- So back at you, George.
- Hey.

What happened to Sean, that was tragic.

But he's the one that made his bed
with the Russians, not me.

- I thought he worked for you, George.
- Yeah, but his debts were his own.

He was a degenerate gambler.

And it got him killed.

You'd better learn to accept that, Annie.

I do.

But I also remember
that he was the sweetest guy...

...until the day he started working for you.

So, degenerate or not,
I'll always miss him.

I wonder who's gonna miss you
when you're gone, George.

You take care, Annie.

Let's get the hell out of this dump.

And who on earth was that young lady?

The hostess. Got some brass.

Just served George more than his lunch.

Give me five minutes.

They're cautious.

They checked their phones at the bar
before talking business.

Actually, that may help us.

If the phones are close together...

...I can use Riley's as a host...

...to get up on the other ones.

Still need ears in that back office.

- What do you suggest?
- Improvising.

Unh. Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?

Right now, that look on your face.

- But nothing another drink won't fix.
- Get him out of here.

- Were you successful, Mr. Reese?
- We'll know in a minute.

This thing with Annie...

- Forget about it, Pop.
- Forget about it?

You heard the way she spoke to me.

Bringing up that idiot
husband of hers in public.

Used to be people had some respect.

Part of that was knowing
when to keep your mouth shut.

Maybe I should pay her a visit.

Why?

You got some special way
of getting through to her?

I can tell her to drop it.

Does she look like the type
who would drop anything?

I don't know, Pop,
Riley can be pretty persuasive. Heh, heh.

Okay. You go up there, see her tonight.

- Okay.
- But not to shut her up.

To make her disappear.

I don't know, boss.

Don't know?

Don't know what?

She's the widow of one of the boys.

Might hurt morale.

Morale?

Whose morale are you worried about?

Theirs?

Or mine?

Okay, boss.

I'll take care of it.

Okay. See that you do.

Take Eddie.

Use the Pearl. Don't leave a trace.

Finch, our enforcer
is going after the girl...

- ...from the restaurant.
- The hostess? Annie?

She just became his next target.

And he just became mine.

Mr. Reese, I don't need to remind you
these are dangerous men.

I've taken all precautions, Finch.

You find anything on Annie?

Yes, her name is Anne Delaney.

Born and raised in Brooklyn.

She was widowed nine months ago
when her husband...

...was found shot to death
in Brighton Beach.

That was Russian territory then.

Before Elias took it all over.

Not the place to be
if you're one of George's crew.

You have an address for her?

1424 East 39th.
You're headed in that direction.

So how you wanna do this?

Quietly.

But how? The old man said no trace.

I'll handle it, you just keep an eye out
and be ready to help with the body.

Are you hearing this, Mr. Reese?

Don't worry, Finch.

I'll make sure
they don't get anywhere near her.

Someone's calling Riley.

No, it's George calling Eddie.

- Yeah?
- Don't talk, just listen.

Before you do that thing tonight...

...I want you to handle that other business
we talked about. Riley.

You sure?

You heard him today, Eddie.

I gave him a chance to come clean,
he didn't take it.

I can't trust him anymore. So he goes.

Then the girl.

Now, can you handle this or do I need to?

Oh, no, I got it.

Good. Call me when it's done.

What's up?

Nothing. The old man was just checking in.
You know how he gets.

Yeah, I do.

We may have this one wrong, Finch.
Riley may be the victim after all.

I think I'm too late.

Too late? What do you mean, Mr. Reese?

- What was that?
- Hang on, Finch.

Mr. Reese, he's calling Annie.

- Hello?
- Hey, it's me.

Hey, you okay? You sound stressed.

I'm fine. Annie, listen.

Something's gone wrong. Uh...

George, he must have found out
about you and me.

What?

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, pretty sure.

I just had to kill Eddie.

- Oh, my God.
- Annie, it's gonna be all right.

You just killed George Massey's son.

Just listen, Annie, please,
just go to our place and wait.

I'm gonna make a quick stop
and then I'll be there.

Okay?

- Annie?
- Okay.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Did I just hear that right?

Our enforcer is in love with the woman
he was sent to kill?

Yeah, which means we now have
two people to protect, Finch.

Mr. Reese, has Riley met up
with Annie yet?

- Not yet.
- There must be some other way to locate her.

Maybe, but George
will be gunning for both of them.

Yes, but Annie
is the innocent victim in this equation.

Are you saying we should protect Annie
but not Riley?

You might not want to put yourself
and her at risk...

...for a man like that. He's a killer.

So was I, Finch.

I think there's a distinction.

- Not as much as you'd think.
- He's a desperate man running out of time.

And George won't be the only one after him.
The police will be looking.

Guess it's time to put
our two detectives to work.

- Carter.
- Morning, detective.

No, not until I've had my morning coffee.

- You can take it with you.
- Take it where?

- I'm sending you the location.
- Why? What's there?

A body.

Finch, George's men are already
at Riley's apartment building.

- He must know about Eddie.
- Which means he'll be looking for Annie too.

We need to make sure
she's not at her place.

Finch? I can call Fusco.

No, that's all right.
Yes, I'll call you when I get there.

It's okay. I'll be fine.

See if you can put a rush on those prints.

Sure.

If they're in the system,
I wanna know as soon as you do.

- All right.
- You got it.

Detective Szymanski.

It's good to see you back on active duty.

I thought about dying, but I realized
I couldn't afford it on a detective's salary.

- What are you doing here?
- Heard there was a body.

Already?

Homicide Task Force doesn't mess around.
What you got?

It's a car wreck.
The deceased is Eddie Massey.

Not good.

I hear his dad's got a temper.

Eddie have too much to drink?

Under the influence, yes.
But not alcohol. Hollow points.

Two in the side, close range.

His weapon's still holstered.
Shooter must have taken him by surprise.

His passenger?

Sounds right, airbag deployed.
Only goes off if someone's riding shotgun.

Or, in this case,.38 caliber.

Well, if the shooter was in the car,
Eddie probably knew him.

Let's see what we got here.

Received a blocked call
early this morning...

...after that, several missed calls.

- Somebody's looking for him.
- Probably his dad.

Annie's already gone.

Anything to tell us where she went?

- Finch?
- I'm looking, I'm looking.

Any luck?

Nothing yet.

If they've got a secret meeting place,
she's hidden it well.

Oh, of course.

- Just don't get caught hanging around.
- I don't intend to.

Did you reach our detectives?

I got them both on the job.

Detective Szymanski.

George, this is Detective Carter.

I heard about the incident
you had a few months ago.

Feared we might have lost you.

George, I'm afraid
I've got some bad news.

Eddie's dead.

I'm aware.

You don't seem too upset
about the news.

We all
deal with grief differently, detective.

Mm. How are you dealing with yours?

Find my son's killer...

...and you'll see.

George, when was the last time
you saw Eddie?

Yesterday. We had lunch,
came back here.

Any idea what he was doing out
so late last night?

- Or with whom?
- Couldn't say.

He received a call before the crash.
Was it you?

Instead of badgering me...

...shouldn't you be out there
trying to find out who killed my son?

Where's your crew?

My what?

Your son was just gunned down,
maybe by a rival gang.

I'd expect you to have protection.

- I can take care of myself.
- I'm sure.

Or you already know who the shooter is,
and your boys are looking.

Rest assured, detective...

...if I find the person responsible
for Eddie's murder...

...you'll never know.

Yeah.

Merry Christmas.

God bless you.

Check in with everybody.

They'll show up,
and when they do, I wanna know.

Mr. Reese, I may have found something.

That's good. I may have lost something.

Annie was very careful not to leave any
clues as to her and Riley's meeting place.

But maybe there's one.

Her laptop wallpaper is a view of the city
from a photo she took.

Okay.

By measuring the alignment and
relative size of the key buildings in the photo...

...I was able to determine the coordinates
of the spot where it was taken.

Approximately 50 feet above sea level.

Now, does any of that voodoo
produce an address?

460 Eckford. And it's trigonometry.

How do we know
that has anything to do with Riley?

Because...

...460 Eckford is his first known address.

- Where he grew up.
- So he brought her home.

It's only four blocks from you.

- How did George find out?
- It doesn't matter.

I gotta get you
as far away from here as possible.

Me? You mean us?
I'm not leaving without you.

- Annie.
- You said you wanted out of the city.

You said we'd find a place out West
and start over together.

They're looking for me.
It's too dangerous.

I won't do this without you. I can't.

Yes, you can, Annie. Now listen--

No, you listen to me!

After Sean died, you came by, gave me
your number, said if I needed anything...

...to just call, you remember?

- Yeah.
- And then my water heater broke.

- Just exploded, water everywhere.
- Yeah, and you called.

I didn't think you'd even remember,
but you said you'd be right there.

And you were.

You were next to useless,
splashing around in water...

- ...loosening this, tightening that.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But you came.

Kept your promise, just like you did
every time after. You were there.

I love that.

Knowing I can count on you,
I need to know that.

So I don't care who knows...

...or how dangerous it is.

I'm not going anywhere without you,
not ever.

Okay?

- Okay?
- Okay.

- Let's get going.
- Okay.

What's in there?

Savings.

It's enough to get us
wherever we need to go.

No.

No, no, no.

Not what you were expecting?

George.

You didn't know
I knew about your stash?

Or the fact that you were sticking it
to Sean's old lady.

- What do you want?
- How about my son back?

I'm sorry, George...

...but Eddie didn't give me a choice.

Well, you can apologize to him yourself
in a moment or two.

Get down.

Mr. Reese?

George's men tried to ambush them.
Riley is with Annie on the run.

Do be careful, Mr. Reese.

Thanks for the tip, Finch.

Mr. Reese, is everything all right?

I'll survive.

What about Annie and Riley?

I'm not sure.

Prints taken off Eddie's car
belong to Riley Cavanaugh...

...one of Massey's top enforcers.

Oh, no wonder George wasn't sweating.

- He was looking for one of his own.
- One of the tenants said she saw a guy...

...matching Cavanaugh's description
leaving with a woman. Could be a hostage.

- What do we know about him?
- He's a suspect in three mob-related hits...

...over the past two years.
A stone-cold killer.

We gotta find him, take him down.

Szymanski. Yeah. You got it. Okay.

That's the stuff.

Happy birthday.

How did you know?

Reconsidering your decision to protect Riley?

No, just thinking
I should grab a new shirt.

He shot you, John.

It wasn't personal.

Maybe we should focus
on the more pressing issue of finding them.

- Yes, detective.
- Your partner, Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Fearsome...

- ...really got Massey steamed.
- Meaning what?

He put a bounty on Cavanaugh
and the broad.

- How much?
- A million.

Keep me informed.

If Detective Fusco is correct...

...Annie and Riley will have every hired gun
in this city looking for them.

George is too small a fish
to pull off a move like this.

He'll need to get the word out citywide.

And who would he reach out to
for that kind of help?

See what you can do.

- Where you going?
- George took money...

...Riley was gonna use to start over.
He'll need more before they leave.

I think I know where they might go.

- Hello, Carter.
- Riley Cavanaugh?

That's who you're protecting?

He's protecting an innocent woman.

- Why didn't you tell me this earlier?
- I needed you to question George Massey.

You mean distract him.

- What about the woman?
- Annie Delaney.

Right now, Riley's her best protection.

Yeah, well, Szymanski is also looking
to take this guy down.

Which is exactly why
I need you to stay with him.

To make sure that doesn't happen.

You want me to derail
a homicide investigation. Anything else?

I'll be in touch.

- This is all I have. I can go to the bank--
- No, AI, this is great.

- I'll pay back every cent, I promise.
- Some men came by...

...George's men, asking for you.

- What did you say?
- The truth. I hadn't seen you.

I don't know how to thank you, AI.

Everything you've done for me.

Annie, are you sure you're okay?

Yeah.

Don't worry. And thank you.

Finch, someone is trying
to collect the bounty on Riley and Annie.

We gotta go.

Wrong way, guys.

Finch, I found Riley and Annie.

And so have the bounty hunters.

- Any luck with our old friend?
- I'll have an answer for you shortly.

On the gate.

You guys can go.

I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage,
Mr. Crane, is it?

You obviously know something about me,
but I know nothing about you.

The man I work with
saved the life of someone close to you:

Charlie Burton.

So you're the boss.

I suppose I, uh...

I should thank you for saving my life...

...as well as my
current accommodations.

I trust you're keeping yourself busy,
Mr. Elias.

Certainly, your control of the city's
criminal enterprises appears undiminished.

Well, being stripped of all possessions
eliminates a lot of distractions.

I've got time to read,
to think, to play chess, though, you know...

...finding a worthy opponent
has been a little challenging.

What brings you to see me?

We need help with a minor boss...

...whose organization
may not be under your control yet.

George Massey.

I heard about his son.

- Our friend John's handiwork?
- No, one of his own men.

Fallen under our protection now.

Massey put a million-dollar bounty
on him and the woman he's with.

Oh, yes, so flashy.

Relics like Massey, they never learn
there's so much more to be gained...

...by staying out of the limelight,
in the background.

Those are the people
you have to watch out for.

Indeed.

We thought he might reach out
to such a man for help.

If so, we hoped we could convince you...

...to withhold your assistance.

So you want me to shut down
Massey's little hunting party?

Well, I suppose I do owe you something
for saving my life.

Even so...

...everything does come with a cost.

I assumed there would be.

What is it you want?

Well...

...as I said,
I have no need of possessions.

Metro North
to White Plains will be leaving from Track 35...

...in approximately five minutes.

- I'm gonna get tickets.
- I'll go with you.

No. Just stay here.

- Mr. Reese?
- Go ahead, Finch.

Our bounty-hunter problem
has been neutralized.

You actually got Elias to help us?

Yes, he's made George's bounty
forbidden fruit.

Anyone going after it
has to answer to him.

Looks like someone didn't get the message,
Finch. And he's still gonna try to collect.

Over there!

- What's happening?
- A bounty hunter's going after Riley.

- Did he get to him?
- No, the bounty hunter took Annie.

She's gone.

- Mr. Reese, where are you?
- Following Riley. Police spotted him.

But I thought you said
Annie had been taken.

- I did.
- Then why are you wasting time on Riley?

He's a killer. He's just bad code.

- Bad what?
- Forget it.

Everything Riley has done so far
is to protect Annie.

The bounty hunter
still has to deliver her to George.

So that's where Riley's headed.

- Yes, detective?
- Massey is on the move.

Do you know where he was headed?

No. He must have slipped out the back.

Okay, call me if he returns.

Who the hell are you?

Someone who knows
what you're up against.

Yeah? What do you know?

I know you shot Eddie to save Annie.

And I know you've been protecting her
since her husband was killed.

Russians, right?

That's right.

Strange they'd kill him
when he still owed so much money.

Then leave his body
in their own territory, very strange.

Unless maybe the Russians
didn't kill Sean.

Maybe it was someone else.

Someone who wanted
to make it look like they did.

A professional.

Someone like you.

Sean was skimming
to pay back the Russians.

George caught him
and had him whacked.

George had him killed.

But the hit?

It was you.

After Sean, George had me
keep tabs on Annie.

He had a thing for her.

He also wanted to make sure
she didn't ask questions.

But you fell for her instead.

George found out.

Annie doesn't deserve this. She just wants
to get away from here and start over.

But she doesn't know about Sean.

You really think
you can run away from that?

No.

I know what I am.

But I also know that she is the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

And I will do whatever I gotta do
to save her.

Well, if you go charging in at George
half-cocked...

...you'll be dead
before you can even do her any good.

Come on. We need to move.

Come on.

It's a dead end.

- What now?
- We consider our options.

Shooting at cops isn't one of them.

You got a better idea, let's hear it.

- Conducting interviews.
- Excuse me.

- Carter.
- How's it going, detective?

Szymanski has got a dragnet
out for your hit man.

I suggest you steer clear.

- That's gonna be difficult.
- Don't tell me you're with him.

- Okay, I won't. But I still need your help.
- John. This guy killed Eddie Massey.

Eddie was gonna kill him
and an innocent woman.

Well, I'm sure the DA
will take that into consideration.

This isn't about helping Riley.
It's about saving Annie.

Look, if I'm wrong...

...I'll turn him in to you myself.

I got a tip.

One of my CIs saw Cavanaugh
over near 43rd and 10th.

Call it in. Come on.

You got a detective in your pocket?

More like on my back.

All units,
suspect reported near 43rd and 10th.

Let's go.

I got Riley. We're going to get Annie.

You won't find her at George's pub.

Detective Fusco said he left in a hurry.

Where would George take Annie?

- The Pearl.
- The what?

The Emerald Pearl's
a nightclub that George owned.

It went under, but he kept it for, uh...

...other business.

Like making bodies disappear.

You know this place?

Yeah.

Let's go.

What about her boyfriend?

- Last I saw, he was running for the door.
- Why am I not surprised?

That's okay.

I'm gonna catch up
with that coward soon enough.

So I suppose
I'll be taking my money now.

The million was for the both of them.

I'll settle for half.

Unless you think that's unreasonable.

What the hell.

I'm in a good mood.

Corey, get this guy his money.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Bringing your boss a present.

I believe I'm due a reward.

You know that none of this
needed to happen, right?

I wanted to help you, Annie.

And what did I get, gratitude? No.

Insults.

Blame for Sean.

Oh. To tell the truth...

...you were right on that score.

You see, Sean was not only
a degenerate gambler...

...he was also a thief.

I gave him what he deserved.

And you call Riley a coward.

Riley.

Yeah.

Did Riley ever tell you--?

No, of course not.

Tell me what?

What really happened to Sean.

Let her go, George.

Well, look at that.

Anybody moves, I'm shooting you first.

Hey, good to see you, kid.

Yeah. You know,
you just saved me 500 grand.

Are you okay, Annie?

Oh, she's fine.

We were just having
a little conversation about Sean.

Let her go, George.

- Don't.
- He can't shoot both of us.

He won't have to.

- Take Annie to the kitchen. I'll cover you.
- No. You're closer.

Get her out of here.

Go. Take care of Annie.

- We have to move.
- I'm not leaving without Riley.

Annie. Go.

Go. It's okay.

I will be right there.

Go.

I never should have sent Eddie.

I should have killed you myself.

She was right, you know.

No one is gonna miss either one of us.

Riley?

- We can't leave him.
- I'm not. Get her out of here.

Annie.

Riley had this on him.

Just the one?

So he wasn't coming after all.

He knew you'd always be looking
over your shoulder if he did.

I was fooling myself
to think I could change him.

But you did. You gave him the strength
to walk away from the only life he knew.

To be better. He said you were
the best thing that ever happened to him.

Thank you.

Good luck.

Where is she headed?

New Mexico.

A wide-open place.

Earlier...

...what did you mean
when you said "bad code"?

It means a flawed design.

The term applies to machines,
not to people.

We have the ability to change. Evolve.

Even killers.

So...

...you never did tell me
what Elias wanted...

...for calling off the bounty.

You can have the money.

I'm not here for the money.