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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 will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.

This place.

- I love it.
- I thought you might.

You mentioned craving some real espresso
the last time we spoke.

I think I became a coffee snob
after living in Italy.

- Oh? When was that?
- I spent my junior year in Venice.

It was like a beautiful daydream.

- Sorry, that sounds silly.
- No. No, not at all.

I got to be two feet away
from de Chirico's The Red Tower.

His paintings have that sense of mystery,
of something looming.

Yeah, it's like life is frozen
in that moment...

...and the universe is about
to reveal all its secrets.

Yes. And it did in a way.
That's when I knew I wanted to be an artist.

And here you are.

Well, ha, ha, I'm just an illustrator.

I mean, I paint sometimes, but...

What I do is about discovery.

Every day, there's a new lesson to learn,
a new mystery around the corner.

So, uh, have you ever been to Italy?

I first saw the Italian countryside
through a Viewmaster.

The viewfinder thing
with the circular slides?

- Exactly.
- Ha, ha.

I spent hours looking through it,
pretending that I was actually there.

- Did you ever get to see it in person?
- After college, yeah.

And it was even more beautiful
than I had imagined.

So it was worth the wait.

Unquestionably.

Passage. Delta. X-ray.

Shadow. Victim. Whiskey. Motion.

November. Foxtrot.

I've already eaten, Mr. Reese. Thank you.

Who said it was for you?

Doggie Danish.

- Who's our new number?
- Two numbers, actually.

Sabrina and Daniel Drake.
Co-CEO's of East Village Publishing.

The Drakes are worth
over $100 million.

Sabrina Drake met her husband, Daniel,
while working at Random House in '92.

They both left their jobs shortly thereafter
and eloped.

Had them pegged
for a wedding at the Plaza.

Maybe her parents
didn't wanna pay for it.

Mr. Drake grew up nearly destitute,
but was smart...

...managed to finagle a scholarship
to Northwestern.

- I'd say someone's after their money.
- Or revenge.

They recently released a scathing
indictment of the Maryland Militia...

...and its leader, Wade Huggins.

The author claims that Mr. Huggins
has more than 10,000 firearms...

...and teaches his followers to build car bombs
in case of domestic insurgence.

Huggins has made a few thinly veiled threats
but has yet to make his move.

I imagine the machine has seen
whatever it is he's planning on doing.

What are you planning, Finch?

I need you to go to the Drakes'
place of business while I visit their home.

I'm proud of you, Finch.

You've gotten comfortable
with breaking-and-entering duties.

Thank you for appreciating my descent
into deviant behavior.

As for the workplace...

This is an RFID duplicator. You simply scan
an active card, copy this blank...

...and you'll have access
to all the company's offices.

- And where do I get an active card?
- I can't do everything, Mr. Reese.

Come on, come on, come on.
We're gonna be late.

Only if late means 20 minutes early.

- I'm in, Finch.
- When you reach reception...

...tell them you're there
for the Harold Crane meeting.

I made an appointment under the guise
of investing in a new imprint.

I'll be a no-show
and rudely never call to cancel...

...which should buy you plenty of time
to loiter.

It's called recon, Finch.

- Relax. Your anxiety is giving me anxiety.
- I know. I'm sorry.

You know how he is.
He always has to be the first to arrive.

Henry takes irritated pleasure with us
being late, even if we're early.

It's an absurd power play.

Marty called from The Atlantic, again.

He wanted to know your thoughts
on the "10 Best" article.

Tell him I'll call him tomorrow, and be sure
I read that before I go home today.

Thank you.

- Who are you here to see, sir?
- I'm waiting on my employer, Harold Crane.

Okay. Yes, of course.
Please tell me when he arrives.

This company is not for sale, Henry.

Every company's for sale.
The offer's been on the table for two weeks.

- They're not gonna wait.
- So let them walk.

Legal went over this proposal. Its solid.
The numbers speak for themselves.

Numbers mean nothing
if we don't have control.

We were down 20 percent this quarter,
15 in the last.

I'm not sure creative control
is what we need.

We're not the only publishing house
with troubles.

- Random House isn't complaining.
- Come on, they're three times our size.

You wanna walk away
from half a billion dollars, Daniel?

Board meets tomorrow.
We let them vote, then decide.

A vote?
You and Sabrina are majority shareholders.

Your votes are the only ones that matter
and you know it.

You hearing this? There seems to be
some discontent in the ranks, Finch.

Someone made an offer on the company
and there's a very eager taker.

- His name's Henry.
- Henry Brooks.

He was the Drakes' first investor
and owns 5 percent of the company.

He has a lot to lose
if that deal doesn't go through.

Your manager called
and said you had to reschedule.

Something about
a computer malfunction.

Oh, it's a misunderstanding.

Good, because Mr. and Mrs. Drake
have requested...

...high-speed fiber optic
throughout the house.

That won't be a problem.

Mr. Reese, I'm almost finished at the Drakes'.

It's quite a lovely home.

Don't get too comfortable.
Sabrina's on her way to a meeting...

...and her husband has a lunch meeting
near 76th and Park.

- I can't keep eyes on both of them.
- The restaurant is close to the brownstone.

I'll keep an eye on him
while you follow Mrs. Drake.

Yeah, that's right. Meet me at 6:00.

Corner of 12th and Greenwich.

Yeah, I'm still here.

Carter.

That's the second time Fusco
sent me to voice-mail.

Should I be offended?

Am I my partner's keeper, John?

No, but I'll bet you still have an opinion.

I want to give him the benefit of the doubt,
but guy's been acting jumpy.

Sneaking off, taking phone calls,
that sort of thing.

I'll look into it. First, you need to find out
anything you can about Wade Huggins.

Maryland Militia, Wade Huggins?

I got a heads-up he's on his way to town
to protest a publishing company.

- I need his location.
- I take it you know something that I don't.

The owners are in trouble.
I'm just trying to find out who's causing it.

Mr. Reese,
Daniel Drake is leaving the restaurant now.

Do you still have eyes
on the husband?

Yes. What's the matter?

- Do you see anything suspicious?
- No, Mr. Reese.

- Has something happened to Mrs. Drake?
- A man planted something on her car.

What kind of something? A tracking device?

Not unless tracking devices
come with remote detonators.

- A bomb? Where's Mrs. Drake?
- I got to it before she arrived.

- Thank God. What'd you do with it?
- Nothing yet.

- Shouldn't we call the bomb squad?
- No time. It's got a cell-phone trigger.

Call might come in at any second.

John, you need to get away from it now.

Just need to get to the wires.

John, are you there?

I'm okay, Finch.

The device was homemade. Crude,
but it would have gotten the job done.

And now we have a contact number
for our bomber.

I don't mean to minimize
your near-death experience...

...but are you certain you bluejacked
Daniel's phone?

- This morning. Why?
- He must have a second one.

- You said it was handled, Santi.
- Relax. I'm on it.

Well, you better be, otherwise
I'm gonna keep the rest of your fee, got it?

Mr. Reese, it's not the Maryland Militia
we need to worry about.

The bomber just contacted Daniel Drake.
He's the one who tried to kill his wife.

Finch, the Drakes are back at their office.

Thank you for your support this morning.

You made it clear how you feel
about the matter.

Call your shrink if you need
your hand held.

I can't believe you wanna sell
the only thing we ever did right.

I always knew you were defeatist,
not spineless.

If by spineless you mean fiscally prudent,
fine.

Not all of us grew up with Tiffany rattles.

- Oh, the poor-kid card. That's your favorite.
- You are a stubborn, obtuse...

- ...overindulged, pseudo-intellectual.
- Really?

I'm sorry, which one of us went to Yale?

- There we go. Yeah. Okay.
- Me. Where did you go?

- Northwestern. My safety school.
- Your safety school.

You can deflect all you want, hon.

But a smart girl like you
should see the writing on the wall.

- It's time to sell the company.
- Absolutely not.

You can't admit being wrong.
You can never admit to losing anything.

No matter how misguided.

Are you hearing this, Finch?

Apparently we underestimated
their marital discontent.

Sounds more like disgust.

The components of the incendiary device
you defused...

...are an exact replica of one detailed
in the militia's underground manual.

So Daniel Drake hired someone
to build a bomb...

...that could easily be traced to a group
that had publicly threatened their lives.

Very clever. Guess murder is one way
to break up a marriage.

- Wouldn't divorce be simpler?
- Not if he wants the sale to go through.

When Frank McCourt was trying
to sell the Dodgers...

...it was held up months while he went through
one of the most expensive divorces ever.

I didn't know you were a baseball fan,
Finch.

- The Mets?
- Not particularly.

- Orioles?
- I suppose.

The A's.

Oakland is fine.

And the Cubs. And the Red Sox too.

Although, I'm not certain my affection
for any one of these teams...

...would reveal where I grew up,
Mr. Reese.

Okay, where were we?

I found the Drakes' wills
on their home computer.

If she dies, Mrs. Drake's shares
go to her husband.

He will no doubt try to kill her again
in the next 24 hours.

We need to find that hit man.
What about the name Drake used? Santi.

My best guess is that it belongs to a man
named Nestor Santiago.

He's listed a number of times
on Mr. Drake's phone records.

They grew up on the same street.
Childhood friends.

We have a recent address?

Mr. Santiago was in Sing Sing
until eight months ago.

Since then,
he's stayed off the government's radar.

One of the arresting detectives
works at the 8th Precinct.

I've enlisted Detective Carter's help.

Yeah, I remember Santiago.

What'd that idiot do now?

He may be involved in a homicide. Can you
shed some light on his whereabouts?

Not offhand.

He was a small-time dealer, started using
and took a dive down the rabbit hole.

I pinched him selling in Hell's Kitchen.

No shoes, no shirt
and a.45 tucked into his Jockeys.

How'd he get off with so little time?

Good lawyer,
some overpriced suit from the Upper East.

What did Santiago do?

I can't read you in on this one, Beecher.

Yeah, I know the drill.

Homicide is first-class
and the rest of us are coach.

- It's not like that.
- I'm just busting your balls, Carter.

It's always good to have one of you
task forcers owe me a favor.

Especially one who smells like rose petals
instead of an ashtray.

- Thanks. It's jasmine.
- Right.

Um...

Hey, listen, one of my undercovers
is working with a dealer...

...who used to do business with him.
Let me see what I can dig up.

I will definitely owe you one.

Finch, the Drakes are on the move.

They're heading to a book signing.

I'm all for cutting greenhouse gases...

...but you do remember
that Drake is trying to kill his wife.

The husband isn't the type
to get his hands dirty.

I'm confident he won't kill his wife
in the back of their car.

But I wouldn't put it past him
to pull something at the event.

And the militia members
will be in attendance.

Perfect timing for a frame job.

Maryland Militia protects America!

Maryland Militia protects America!

Finch, I got a sniper on my 6.
I'll get the wife.

I'm not sure it's Mrs. Drake
the sniper's after, Mr. Reese.

She just sent a text to an anonymized number.
It says, "Now."

The husband is the target.

Excuse you.

No, just some maniac...

Mr. Reese? What's happening?

Maryland Militia protects America!

Shame on East Village Publishing!

Mrs. Drake just sent another text.

It's several question marks
and exclamation points.

Finch, I think I figured out why
the machine gave us both numbers.

The Drakes took out a hit on each other.

Sorry I'm late. I had a few things
to finish up before I left the office.

Something you wanna share?
I haven't seen you this nervous...

...since your thesis presentation.

Nice pocket square.

What, do you have a hot date?

You old dog.

What's her story?

Stop. It's nothing, Nathan.

Ah, of course. Talking about your love life
would run at cross purposes...

...with your Invisible Man routine.

That's okay, Harold, I get it.

Just remember, while mystery
is a powerful tool in a relationship...

...a little goes a long way.

Trust me.

Your friend's wedding was yesterday.

- I take it you saw Olivia.
- Yeah, I did.

I hadn't seen Olivia since the mediation.

- Did you speak with her?
- I tried.

You know the only thing worse
than hate?

Indifference.

I told her so many lies over the years...

...I don't even remember
what half of them were.

The truth always catches up to you,
Harold.

No matter how hard you try and hide it.

So we have two victims
who are also perpetrators...

...not to mention two hit men.

You know, Mr. Reese, it did occur to me we
could leave the Drakes to their own devices.

That's pretty mercenary of you, Finch.

I kind of like it.

If that's the case,
I may have crossed some moral threshold.

I can't help thinking about the
innocent people who could use our help...

...while we're spending time with a couple
that have chosen murder over counseling.

Well, do we have another number?

Sadly, no.

Then it's the Drakes' lucky day.
But we're gonna need all hands on deck.

Were you able to locate Fusco?

After sending my messages to voice-mail,
Fusco removed his cell phone battery.

Carter was right. He's up to something.

Last time he used his cell phone
was at 12th Street and Greenwich Avenue.

We'd better find out
what he's got himself mixed up in.

Is something wrong, Lionel?

No, I'm fine.
Sorry about the early reservation.

The only other one was 10:30.
So I figured...

It's okay.
I like that we got it all to ourselves.

Wow. That is so pretty.

- Look at it.
- Yeah, I am. It's, uh, small.

It was nice of Larry to set us up, right?
He's a sweetie.

- Yeah, our kids play hockey together.
- Mm.

His son Mitchell's one of my students.

Must be hard
to spend much time with your son.

I mean, being a detective and all.

Those are long hours, right?

My ex thought so.

But job's not that interesting, anyway.

- I think it's super interesting.
- Believe me, you'd be bored.

Excuse me, sir.
There's a phone call for you.

Sorry. I gotta take that.

I'm in the middle of something here.

If I'm to believe the waiter, it sounds
like you're near the end of something.

You really need to work
on your conversational skills.

So who needs saving?

I need you to keep an eye on a woman
named Sabrina Drake.

I'm sending you the address.

Please, put your cell phone battery
back where it belongs.

I'm sorry. That was work.
I just got called in to a stakeout.

Okay.

I understand
if you don't wanna take a rain check.

- My job gets in the way a lot.
- I understand, Lionel.

My cousin's a cop.

Bad pay. Bad hours.

What if I join you?

We could give up on our foodie experiment
and go to my favorite falafel place.

Yeah?

Mr. Drake doing anything he shouldn't?

He's working like everything's normal
and he didn't hire an ex-con to kill his wife.

Yeah. Fusco says the missus
is hard at work too.

How do two people go from being in love
to wanting each other dead?

Being in love is one thing,
being married, whole different animal.

Those vows change everything.

Which one? "Till death do us part"?

Heh. Yeah, something like that.

One day you're married
to your soul mate...

...then you watch them
turn into someone else.

Sometimes you're so in love
with who a person was...

...you can't bring yourself to love
who they've become.

You ever think about moving on?

Like dating?

Heh. Sure. In my spare time...

...when I'm not being a single mom
or a homicide detective.

Or whatever this is.

What about you?

One second.

- Carter.
- Hey, it's Beecher.

- You got any news on Santiago?
- I talked to my guy.

He said Santiago was asking around
about where to boost a deli to door van.

Said he needed it to access
some publishing building in Midtown.

Thanks, Beecher. I think Santiago's
on his way to see Mrs. Drake.

Someone cut the power. Looks like
Mrs. Drake's hit man found his target.

So this dumb-ass forgets to log out of his
Facebook account after he robs the place.

We pick him up two hours later.

- Guess what he's doing.
- Updating his status.

- He couldn't help himself. Ha-ha-ha.
- Ha-ha-ha.

I'm so glad you came, Rhonda.

Me too.

- What?
- Detective, we have a problem.

A delivery man just arrived
on the 29th floor.

All right, I'm on my way.

- Look, I'll be right back, okay? All right.
- Okay.

N.Y.P.D.

- Who in the hell is on my property?
- Get down!

Go, go!

Hey, who are you people?
What is going on?

Someone better talk to me right now and
tell me what the heck is going on. I want--

Um, what are you doing?

Sometimes you need to break a few eggs
to save lives.

Yeah, pretty sure that's not the saying.

Hey, pal.

Hey.

Can I help you?

- Mind your business, bruja.
- It's Detective Bruja. You got some ID?

What's happening?

N.Y.P.D. Everything's okay, ma'am.

All right. Come with me.
Come on, come on, come on.

Where's your backup?
Shouldn't there be backup?

Here they are now.

- You don't look like a police officer.
- Thank you.

Aah! Put me down! Put me down!

Help! Somebody help me!

- Is that really necessary?
- We don't stop this now...

...innocent people will get caught in
their crossfire. I won't let that happen.

- Good job.
- Always wanted...

- ...to be accessory to kidnapping.
- Multiple kidnappings.

- Good thing it's after hours--
- Lionel, you were right.

There was a fro-yo place
right around the corner.

Oh, are these your co-workers?

- Hi, I'm Carter.
- Rhonda. Nice to meet you.

I was just catching Fusco up on a case.
Now you're all up to speed. I'm gonna leave.

Yeah. Yep, okay, you're good.

Just tell us what you want.
We will pay you handsomely.

- Do you know who we are?
- Trust me on this.

- We know people who will put you away.
- Shut up, Sabrina.

You are in no place to negotiate
with this maniac.

I'm standing up for myself.
You might as well offer him a cappuccino.

Forgive me. I wanna leave here
with all my body parts.

Please take these off.
We don't want any trouble.

- Little late for that.
- Whatever you want, just tell us.

Who are you?

I'm the guy who stopped you two jokers
from killing each other.

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

Where's Nestor Santiago?

Nestor? You hired Nestor to kill me?
The drug-addicted lunatic?

You, on the other hand, went upscale.
Professional.

Do you have a contact number
or an address?

Wow.

Wow.

- You are so selfish.
- I'm the one who's selfish?

When's the last time you did anything
for someone else?

Says the Good Samaritan.

All you talk about
are backsplashes and color palettes.

I ask your opinion because I want
your opinion. You ignore me.

I don't care. How many times
can a person redo their kitchen?

- I like the one we had three kitchens ago.
- If you're okay with mediocrity.

- What is this?
- Marriage counseling.

Why not dangle them off the roof and force
them to tell us how to find the hit men?

While John would probably enjoy that
option, it would be a temporary solution.

We need to make sure the Drakes
won't try to kill each other again.

Maybe it's time to try a different tack.

This is me.

That was fun, huh?

My first stakeout.

Maybe next time
I'll even see some action.

Next time?

Okay.

- Who's there? What's going on?
- Please, we'd like to go home.

If you go home,
Mr. Santiago will find you.

And your hit man, Mrs. Drake...

...will likely have the same plan
for finding your husband.

Who are you
and why are you doing this?

We help people.

Even when they don't
necessarily deserve it.

You must think we're monsters.

No.

I have looked into the faces
of real monsters, Mrs. Drake.

What I see here are two people
who stopped talking to one another...

...whose frustration turned to hatred.

Although, unlike other couples,
you've opted for murder instead of divorce.

I suppose I should commend you
for being so goal-oriented.

No. No, you don't look like monsters.

In fact, you used to look like
you were very much in love.

- Are you Grace?
- Excuse me?

Yes, hi. Thank you.

Hi.

Chocolate covered's my favorite.

He left you something else.

Um, can you hold that? Thank you.

That's my uncle's beach house.

Yeah, and your aunt's
awful vegan smoothies.

- They tasted like rotten peanuts.
- You were desperate to leave...

- ...said you wanted to go swimming.
- It was our first day off in weeks.

Forgot our bathing suits.

I wanted to go au natural but you
were worried about those kids.

I didn't want you to be arrested
for running around bare-ass naked...

...in front of a bunch of minors.

You were still pregnant then.

Hey.

I don't know much about the man I hired,
but I'll tell you what I can.

I contacted somebody
through a private security firm.

I wired half the money to a Swiss bank account
and got a phone number.

The rest was due after.

I tried to call it off, but the number
stopped working after the book signing.

And Santiago?

I tried to call him yesterday,
tell him I changed my mind, but, uh...

He always hated you, honey.

He said I should consider it a favor.

- Where are we going?
- Said you want to go home...

- ...that's where we're going.
- You said they'd be expecting us there.

If we can't call off the dogs,
we'll bring them to us.

Come on.

Hello.

Hello back. Heh.

Thank you so much for the scavenger hunt.
I loved it.

Come on up.

How did you get us in here?

I work as a docent.
It affords me a few perks now and then.

Thank you so much for today.

It was... It was perfect.

It's not over yet.

It arrived last week.

From an anonymous donor.

Happy birthday.

Do you mind if we get the hell
away from this window?

- We're sitting ducks.
- That's the point, Mr. Drake.

Those hit men of yours
need to know someone's home.

Kitchen is secure.

You know, Lionel, next time you have
a date, don't be so melodramatic.

I thought you might be up to something.

Yeah, it's called a personal life.

After taking a bullet in the ass and saving
yours, you think I've earned a little privacy?

No.

You're sure they're even gonna show up?

You needed the job done by tomorrow,
right?

- Yeah.
- Before the board votes?

- Yeah.
- And neither of you paid the full amount?

- No.
- Pretty sure.

Should we get guns too?

I have a better idea.

- Wait.
- Stay here.

- Where are you going?
- Are you kidding me?

Come on!

Well, at least we won't get hungry.

Hey, where's Wonder Boy?

He's securing the upper levels.
Just in case Santiago brings company.

All this money and they're still unhappy.

Oh, Daniel, what happened to us?

Honestly, I don't know.

That guy was right about us not talking,
wasn't he?

You didn't wanna discuss anything real
after it happened.

- I wanted us to try again. I asked you.
- I wanted to try again, it was just too soon.

Then you said I should take some time off.
Like it was my fault, I was working too hard.

I wanted you to stay at home because
you'd been through a trauma.

Not because I blamed you for anything.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, is that what you thought?

Oh.

No wonder I couldn't reach you.

And I kept pushing and pushing and...
I didn't know.

I never actually said it out loud, did I?

I just threw myself into work. It was easier
than facing what had happened.

And the next thing I knew,
the company was all I had left.

- And you wanted to take it from me.
- I had to be done. With us.

I mean, I've been so angry all the time.

Heh. I know the feeling.

I didn't wanna walk away with nothing.
Not after everything we'd been through.

Not after the way I grew up.
I needed to sell, even if...

Great minds think alike, huh?

- Danny, if we get out of this...
- When. When we get out of here.

Maybe we could...

Is it crazy if we try again?

I think it's just crazy enough.

- I'm so sorry I tried to kill you, honey.
- Me too.

N.Y.P.D.

Fusco.

- Aah!
- Please don't do this!

You can't hide from me, detective.

She ain't hiding.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I know better than to forget my vest
when I'm working with Mr. Happy.

Where is John?

- Santiago?
- He and his goons are down.

Sorry about the mess.

That's okay. I didn't really like it anyway.

Coming through.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

I'll call Wes. He'll get us the best lawyers.

Brooks will keep things going
while we work this out.

They're back together? Come on.

Love's a funny thing, Fusco.

Just another quiet night
on the task force, huh?

Had to see this party with my own eyes.

Thanks for the assist, Beecher.
I couldn't have done it without you.

I don't know about that.
You seem like you can handle yourself.

Even so,
it's nice to have help now and then.

If that's the case,
Cal Beecher at your service, ma'am.

I still owe you one.

Normally,
I'd ask for a bottle of something strong.

But, uh, what about dinner instead?

Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Detective Carter says the Drakes
were arraigned this morning.

They're invoking spousal privilege.
Refusing to testify against one another.

Guess not getting divorced
worked out for them after all.

- Do you know how much time they'll get?
- With their lawyers, little.

Lot of mayhem just to figure out
they still loved each other.

I suppose anything is worthwhile...

...when life gives you a second chance
to be with the one you love.

Come on, Bear.

What's on your mind, Harold?

Nothing.

Come on. You always get that look
when something's on your mind.

I do?

Grace, there's something you should know
about me, about what I do.

Harold, there's nothing you can say
that will make me run away.

But you should tell me in your own time.

- When you don't have...
- That look?

Besides, our journey starts here.

And any mystery around the corner...

...we can discover together.