All language subtitles for UNFORGETTABLE - S04 E11 - About Face (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

(SIREN WAILING IN THE DISTANCE)

BOTH: ♪ Glory, glory, Man United

♪ Glory, glory, Man United

♪ The Reds go marching on

♪ And on and on and
on and on and on ♪

Our lads are gonna run all over

those Liverpool slags today!

Unless Rooney
walks round the pitch

like a child lost in
a shopping center.

Go away. Go away you tosspot!

Hey, stop it, or I'm
gonna throw you out!

Holy sh...

Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Break it up!

What is going on here?

Just a friendly disagreement.

Okay, I can't have
you two psychos

tearing up my town,

so what's the
disagreement about?

Just, you know, who
had the best game ever...

Wayne Rooney or Old
Twinkle Toes Van Persie.

Hey! At least it is a valid
and important argument.

Ah, you wouldn't
get it. I get it, okay?

Okay? I am a
football fan myself,

so maybe I can help
you guys figure it out.

On September 2, 2012,
Van Persie had a hat trick

in a 3-2 win. Right on!

But Wayne Rooney
also had a hat trick

against Arsenal,
August 28, 2011.

He added two more that year,
April 2nd and September 10th.

'Cause he's the
best. Not so fast.

Van Persie's World
Cup header against Spain

on June 13, 2014,
at the 43-minute mark

was possibly the greatest
goal I have ever seen.

How the hell do
you know all this?

Well, I told you,
I'm a footy fan,

plus I'm a medical miracle, and
I kind of remember everything.

Who's the best player, then?

Simple. Lionel Messi.

Oh! What?

Come on, let's get
out of here. Go on!

I see those gentlemen
took a liking to you.

Ah, well, you know, I
attract a certain type.

They're passionate.

Their passion distracted
the driver enough

that he ran into a guy when
he wandered into the street...

Steve Hickson, 38,

been in and out of
mental-health facilities.

He's currently homeless.

Right now he's on
his way to Bellevue.

What are we doing here,
Al? There's no crime.

We are here because Steve
Hickson was wearing this.

Jacket belongs to David
Walton, Dr. David Walton.

Ring any bells?

World-famous plastic surgeon

and currently New York's
most high-profile missing person

for the last three months.

Walton was wearing this
Jacket when he disappeared.

Hot lead in a cold case.

So this Dr. Walton,
he wasn't just one

of those run-of-the-mill
boob-job guys

that advertise on the
subway. He was cutting edge.

He's a pioneer in
facial reconstruction,

skin-grafting technology,

basically everything
from celebrity makeovers

to burn victims.

No ransom note.
No signs of foul play.

Detectives didn't think
it was a kidnapping.

Apparently Walton was
quite the ladies' man.

They think he ran
off with a mistress.

Probably resurface
on a tropical island

sipping one of those
drinks with an umbrella in it.

Island living, maybe
Dr. Walton decides

he doesn't need
his fancy jacket.

Let's hope that's the case.

What about Steve Hickson,
the guy who was hit?

Any connection
between the two of them?

Uh, doesn't look like it.

Hickson's medical file's thick,

but he's never had a
cosmetic procedure done.

What about a personal
relationship between the two?

Well, Walton's wife said
she didn't recognize Hickson,

but she and the doctor have
only been together for a few years.

She said it's possible he knew
Hickson before their marriage,

even sent us some old
photos to look through,

but facial recognition hasn't
made any matches yet to Hickson.

Their passion distracted
the driver enough

that he ran into a guy when
he wandered into the street.

You know, Al, there was a guy,

a homeless guy who was
wearing those exact same shoes.

Ostrich skin. Guy's
got good taste.

AL: Let's find this guy.

Jay, get out there
and help Denny.

You got it, boss.

Bro, we got the guy's
height, his eye color,

his approximate weight all
because Carrie saw some guy

wearing ostrich shoes
at the crime scene.

Denny, you've been here
for what, three months,

and you're still a
fanboy? DENNY: What?

Okay, Carrie says our
guy is 6 foot, 200 pounds,

green eyes, wearing
a denim jacket.

Bro, it's incredible. I just...

Hey, let me ask you
a question, Jay Bones.

Yeah. You ever, uh...

I don't know, you ever
consider plastic surgery?

No. Why do you ask?

I mean, no reason.

Well, I mean, actually, I, uh...

Go ahead, spit it out. What?

Calf implants.

Are you serious?

On you? I don't know.

I feel like, I feel like I need
a little bit more volume,

you know? Like...

I mean, you can't tell in
these jeans, obviously.

No, I can tell. Definitely.

Oh, okay.

I get it, Jay the
joker. All right.

You are joking, right?

Denny, I think you need to put
your current calves to work right now.

We got a runner!

JAY: Police, damn it! Freeze!

Later, cop!

Hello, criminal!

Man you need to work
on your "got ya" lines.

What are you talking
about? That was classic.

It was pretty weak.
You see that?

You know, shut up man!

Come on.

AL: Mel Davies.

Thanks for the reading material.

B&E bust two years back,

some petty theft four years ago,

and now you're wearing
the shoes of a man

who's been missing for months.

Interesting. Not really.

They keep my feet warm.

Maybe you don't
see it like I do.

What I see is a
respected surgeon

walking through a
bad neighborhood

with some nice threads
and probably a fat wallet.

You come up and
offer, not so gently,

to take that wallet,

but the doctor doesn't want to
give it to you, so it gets violent.

Before you know it, the
doctor needs a doctor.

That's crazy.

No, what's crazy is running

if you don't have
anything to hide.

It's like you said,
man. I'm an ex-con.

I mean, it says right there.

I got two parole
violations already.

Last thing I need
is a third strike.

I mean, I see the police
coming looking for me,

of course my first thought is,

"I got to get the
hell out of Dodge."

Mel, we're not
looking to fix you up,

but we need to know
how you got these

and how Hickson
got that fancy jacket.

Well, if I tell you, can I go?

If you don't, three-time
loser. You're going away.

Steve found them

in this Dumpster
near where I stay.

Write down exactly where it was.

Is Steve gonna be okay?

Banged up, but
he's gonna make it.

Good.

All right, listen,
this is the last time

we use "Rock, Paper, Scissors"
to divvy up duties, okay?

You're right. Next time
I'll just order you to do it.

Oh, you know, "Rock, Paper,
Scissors" is fine, you know.

That's what I thought. That too.

Okay.

We got some nice threads here.
We got a baby-blue button-down shirt.

Slacks... 36-inch waist.

These are what's
left of the clothes.

Walton was wearing when he
disappeared, but that was three months ago.

Why are they showing up now?

I mean, these Dumpsters get
emptied once a week, right?

So that must have
been dumped recently.

Makes sense...

Remote area, not
a lot of foot traffic.

So why is that door open?

Denny.

David Walton?

Our missing-persons case
just became a homicide.

DELINA: There's significant
bruising on both wrists,

but these injuries
occurred before death,

no signs that this body
was moved postmortem.

My guess is
Dr. Walton was killed

exactly where you
guys found him.

Cause of death was
a .38-caliber bullet

through the left
side of the temple,

creating a large exit wound
on the right side of the skull.

Time of death,

definitely within
the last 72 hours.

Hmm. Last 72 hours?

You sure about that?
Of course I'm sure.

Are we having
our first fight, Jay?

No. No... Uh,
no, absolutely not.

What Jay means is that the
timeline doesn't really add up.

David Walton, he
disappeared three months ago.

Why wait to kill him now?

Well, that sounds like a
question for a good detective.

I bet you'll find the answer.

I'm sure I will.
No, I mean we will.

All right, yeah, come
on. I mean all of us.

You did a good job.
Thanks, Delina. Thank you.

You got a little tongue-tied
back there, didn't you?

What do you mean?

Me? Oh, no, nothing.

I don't know. I
wasn't tongue-tied.

All right, fine.

Hey, look, I'm just
yanking your chain.

No, 'cause... 'cause
I wasn't, all right?

Okay. Okay,
maybe I was a little...

You're doing it again.

Do you think she noticed?

Oh, man.

Brother, you're in deep.

We got anything from CSU?

Right. Uh, nothing
conclusive on the prints,

no DNA samples. Not a single
camera in the area caught anything.

Well, it looks like somebody knows a
perfect dumps spot when they find one.

Well, there's no forensic
evidence that ties him to the scene.

If he did go into that
abandoned building,

CSU would've known.

But they found this.

This was in the
room with the body.

It was in a pile of trash.
Looks pretty new, right?

Yeah, but there's no telling
whether it was dumped before, during,

or after the murder.

Chernov Construction?

It's a construction
company in Queens.

I made a call over there.
Boss's name is Gregory Chernov.

Ah, anything on him?

No. Guy's squeaky clean.

Apparently hands out
dozens of these things

to clients, investors, workers.

It's kind of like
his calling card.

I highly doubt Carrie will
be satisfied with that answer.

I'm so sorry, detectives.

I wish I could be of more
help, but I have no idea

how the notepad ended
up at a crime scene.

Client, associate?

It could be anybody.

I mean, I got a
zillion of these things.

Saw an infomercial
about how people use them

to help remember stuff.

You mind?

This one has a
mind like a sieve.

Can't remember a thing.

Ah, you can take as
many as you want.

I ordered in bulk,
saved 200 bucks.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, I'm pretty slammed.

We, uh, we're behind
on two different projects,

and we break ground on a
new work site on Wednesday.

Plus, I'm bidding on three more.

Of course, all of this has got to
happen during ragweed season.

Ugh.

Ah, these allergies
are killing me.

Not to mention my damn celiac.

I had a muffin a
couple of days ago.

You can imagine what happened.

Do you have employee files
that I could take a look at?

Uh, yeah, I do.

Um, here are the
most recent ones.

There's the whole bunch.

Man, that's, um...

Steve Hickson, 38,

been in and out of
mental-health facilities,

currently homeless.

Hey, this guy, this
guy, Evan Charney...

What's his story?

Evan, yeah, he's a great guy.

Been working for me six months.

What, you think he's
mixed up in anything?

You know where I can find him?

I might want to talk to him.

Uh, yeah. He's,
uh... Let's see here.

Yeah, I got him working
out in Queens today.

See, I told you
they were useful.

Thanks. Thanks.

Thank you, gentlemen.

That was surprisingly
gracious of you.

Well, you know, if I gave
every construction worker

in New York City that
wolf-whistled at me a hard time,

well, there would be no construction
getting done, now, would there?

New York thanks you.

So what can I do
you for, detectives?

Oh, well, you could lower
your voice, for a start.

Sorry. Occupational hazard.

15 years as an explosive tech

kind of blew out my eardrums.

Oh.

Safety first, demolition day.

One of you guys goes up
in smoke, I'm on the hook.

MAN: Hey, boss.

Boss, we got a problem
with this detonator.

The problem is with
you, not the detonator.

I told you, you got to
get a J-hook igniter,

you want that
detcord to blow, right?

There you go.
Now get out of here.

Grown-ups are talking.

So how can I help
you? Evan Charney.

Who? Evan Charney.

Oh, you just missed
him. He had to go.

Had some personal call.
Had to head out early.

You know where he lives?

Uh, Brooklyn, I
think, some place.

There's the whole bunch.

Man, that's, um...

5012, Bedford Avenue,
apartment 1A, Bed-Stuy.

Uh, sure. Yeah, that,
that sounds about right.

Denny and Jay
aren't far from there.

I'll let them know. All right.

Hey, I'm sorry about my boys.

Oh, no, it's okay. I'm,
you know... I'm flattered.

What? I'm flattered!

Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, can
you blame them. Look at you.

Oh.

Thank you!

You too! Nice seeing you!

They're on it.

Whoa, whoa, hey,
hey, come on, man.

I'm doing the
knock-and-notice this time.

Uh, no, because you
knocked the last time

and the time before that, so...

Yes, because a few weeks ago,
you got to kick in a door, okay?

Kicking in a door is
worth, like, seven knocks!

It's a solid six.

That's true. No, you're
right. All right, thank you.

Yeah, okay.

Evan Charney! Police! We
got a few questions for you!

You know that
door's open, right?

Somebody beat us here.

Yeah, and they left in a hurry.

You ready? Go.

Police!

JAY: Denny! Yo.

I think we found Evan.

This was no robbery gone wrong.

Well, yeah, we figured
that when we found

the $65,000 cash in the closet.

Hey, boss.

Just spoke to the
landlord, and get this.

Evan had a roommate,
Jordan Scott, 35.

I pulled up his file,
boss, and it is thick.

Wow. Jordan Scott's
been busy, huh?

Armed robbery, assault
with a deadly weapon,

attempted murder.

Now, it turns out, before
Evan left the work site,

he got a call from
Jordan's cell phone.

And get this.

Jordan owns a .38...

Same caliber gun
used to kill Evan.

And that's the same caliber
used to kill our dead doctor,

David Walton.

Good job, boys.

Congratulations, Jordan Scott.

You might be our
first legitimate suspect.

Oh, there's more, Cap.

Come with us to the basement.

What the hell is this?

Hey, check it, Denny.

Jordan and Evan definitely
kidnapped Dr. Walton.

Prints lifted off the chains
were 100% match for the doctor,

and it looks like
they were holding him

in that apartment for
the past three months.

Yeah, but what beef do
these guys have with a doctor?

There's no ransom.
There's no demands.

Why, why keep a guy alive for
three months and suddenly kill him?

I don't know, but it's obvious

they didn't want
anybody to find him.

I mean, I guess that explains
why Evan was at the crime scene

where the homeless
guy got hit by a cab, right?

He must have been
there before the accident,

just looking for Walton's
jacket to get it back.

Once we got hold of the jacket,

Jordan and Evan must have known

that it was only a matter
of time till we got to them.

Yeah, I still don't understand,

why keep Walton
alive for so long?

What ties do Jordan
and Evan have

with a fancy plastic surgeon?

Well, let's find out.

I hope you don't have
any plans for dinner tonight.

Oh, not anymore, no.

Pizza?

Jay, we had pizza last night.

Pizza's great every night, bro.

Hey, boss, you wanted to see me?

I do. Are you familiar

with Major Crimes policy 34.5 B?

It's on the tip of
my tongue, boss...

There is no Major
Crimes policy 34.5 B.

However, there is a policy
about billing four pizzas.

Two pepperoni, one sausage,
one anchovy, to Major Crimes.

Boss, look, I...

You just decided to forge my
signature to authorize expenses.

You nailed the R, but
the "S" s are no good.

You got to try harder next time.

So, um, where are we with
that roommate, Jordan Scott?

Right now Jay's
running Evan and Jordan

through all our
databases, but that's it.

Blood, bodies, handcuffs,

what the hell went
on over there?

Boss, we find the link
between Jordan, Evan,

and Dr. Walton,
we got our answer.

You get on that.

And, uh, look,
I'm sorry again...

Garlic and mozzarella,
for next time.

That is classic.

JAY: So I looked through
Dr. Walton's patient records,

and guess who got an irregular
mole removed by the good doctor

18 months ago.

Jordan Scott. You got it, boss.

Well, that's a start.
It still doesn't give us

motive for homicide
and kidnapping.

What else do we have
on Jordan and Evan,

besides the fact they
shared a place together?

Glad you asked.

So I traced the
$65,000 in the closet

to a bank robbery in Atlanta,

and it wasn't their
first job together.

Looks like they had quite
a little operation going.

In the last five years,
Jordan and Evan traveled

to six different
cities together,

and it looks like Jordan
was the mastermind.

His MO was getting Evan
to infiltrate a company

and pose as an employee.

Evan would act
as the inside guy,

feeding security codes
and procedures to Jordan.

Mom-and-pop store,

pharmacy, real-estate office,

and finally a bank, they're
upping their game, huh?

Chernov Construction must
have been their next mark.

Okay, but what does
kidnapping a plastic surgeon

have to do with construction?
We're missing something.

Hold on. Why don't we
just ask Jordan himself?

His cell phone just pinged
off of a tower in Queens.

What's the address?

No address, but we
got a three-block radius

around Roosevelt and 87th.

Wasn't Evan's construction
site around Roosevelt and 86th?

Yes, it was.

Jordan can't go
back to his apartment.

I'll bet he's camping out there.

All right.

CLINT: Problem is with
you, not the detonator.

I told you, you got to
get a J-hook igniter,

you want that detcord to blow.

Get down!

Jordan knew we were coming.

The cell phone ping was a plant.

We'd be buried under that
rubble if it wasn't for you.

I guess I owe you one.

One?

Jordan never worked
in construction, right?

But he knew how
to rig the explosives.

How do you explain that? Jay!

Was there anything
on Jordan's phone

that linked to
Chernov Construction?

Nothing yet. Still got to run
through all these numbers.

15 years as an explosive tech
kind of blew out my eardrums.

Oh.

This one...

That's the construction
foreman's phone number, Clint.

Now, Jordan called him at
least four times last week.

Maybe he knows
what Jordan's up to?

Get a home address on this guy.

Roger that, boss.

WOMAN: Baby!
You forgot your lunch.

Yeah, just a second.

Hey, so what do you
think she made for you?

How you doing, Clint?

Jordan Scott.

I don't know who that is.

Really? We got Jordan
calling you four times.

So what?

So we'd like to know what
you're doing hanging out

with a guy we think killed
one of your workers...

Evan Charney. Evan's dead?

That's right, and Jordan
just tried to blow me up

at one of your
construction sites.

Did you help him rig that?

What, are you crazy? I wouldn't
do something that reckless!

Although... Although what?

Jordan, Jordan was asking
me demolition-related questions.

That you answered.
Yeah, why not?

Teaching people to blow shit up,

is that something you
do on a regular basis?

Come on, man, guys always
want to hear stuff like that.

So what were you
and Jordan up to?

Nothing, okay? Evan just put
me in touch with the guy, okay?

I've only talked to
him over the phone.

What were the calls about?

Look, Jordan, he throws
odd jobs my way, okay?

Look, I got alimony
payments to make,

and the dough
was good, so I did it.

Odd jobs like what,
construction work?

No, man.

It was more like waste
management, okay?

AL: So Jordan calls,
says he'll give you $10,000

to dispose of this dead
body, and you do it?

I told you I'm
strapped for cash.

You recognize the
body when you buried it?

No, it was wrapped
up in trash bags.

And you didn't look? Hell, no.

The less I know, the better.

That's the first smart
thing you've said all day.

Delina, we have
enough to ID the body?

This body's badly decomposed,

but dental records
could provide a match.

I can tell by the hand
that this is a male,

and maybe this
ring could help us ID.

I ordered in bulk,
saved 200 bucks.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, I'm pretty slammed.

We, uh, we're behind
on two different projects.

St. Michaels
College, class of '95.

Chernov had a
diploma in his office,

St. Michael's
College, class of '95.

So this victim and Chernov
were maybe classmates?

That college is in Aberdeen. There's
not that many graduates living here.

Dr. Walton, he wasn't just
one of those run-of-the-mill,

boob-job guys that
advertise on the subway.

He was cutting edge. He's a
pioneer in facial reconstruction.

Let's see here.

Yeah, I got him working
out in Queens today.

I know this is
gonna sound crazy,

but what if we were talking
to Jordan Scott yesterday?

Oh, come on, that's crazy.

Jordan could never make himself
look that much like Chernov.

You're right, Jordan couldn't,

but a world-class
plastic surgeon could.

Okay, so how does this all work?

Because they don't
look the same to me.

Not on the surface, but
here, take a closer look.

What's important is the basic
facial bone structure, right?

There are 14
critical match points,

and based on
occipital definition

and hyoid definition,

Jordan and Chernov
are actually quite similar.

Now, it would be
one hell of a surgery,

but it could definitely be done.

What would somebody need
to create kind of a makeshift OR

to pull off an
operation like this?

You would need a
high-tech surgical field kit

and a doctor who
knows what he's doing

and can operate under
less-than-optimal conditions.

Which is why Dr. Walton
was a perfect fit, right?

He assisted in trauma
units in the first Gulf War,

so operating in Jordan's
apartment, no big deal.

Infection would be
the main problem,

but if they kept Dr. Walton
alive long enough

to supervise the recovery,

then I'd say, with
a little bit of luck,

they could
actually pull this off.

I'm sorry. I could have
sworn that you just said to me

that a man had his
face reconstructed

to look like another man.

I know it's out there, but
we have to move fast on this.

Chernov, I mean Jordan,

hasn't been seen
since yesterday.

You know the phrase
"start at the beginning"?

Do me a favor,
start before that.

Right, so about a year
and a half ago, Jordan Scott

goes to see Dr. David
Walton for a minor procedure.

He's inspired to
read up about him.

He finds out Walton
has pioneered

a surgical procedure that
can completely change

the structure and
look of a patient's face.

Sometime between then
and three months ago,

Jordan hatches a plan

where looking like
Gregory Chernov

is essential.

Lieutenant, do you have any
idea how crazy this sounds?

You're telling me
that a man walked

into a doctor's office and said,

"Please make me
look like someone else."

Besides, Dr. Walton
would never agree

to risky surgery like this.

Which is why Jordan and
Evan had to kidnap him

and force him to do the surgery.

"Force him to do the surgery"?

So then they what, kept
him alive in the apartment

so he could treat Jordan?

Exactly.

Procedure like that,
it takes time to heal.

Jordan needed Walton
to oversee his recovery,

make sure he was okay.

Then he killed him.

And nobody
noticed the difference

between the real Chernov
and the fake Chernov?

Al, come on.

This surgery couldn't
have gone perfect, right?

It didn't have to go perfect.

Jordan, other than
when we interviewed him,

worked from home after the
surgery. He didn't talk to anyone.

Gregory Chernov ran
a construction company.

Why would anyone go
through all the trouble

to impersonate him?

We figure that out,
we solve the case.

Hey, Wells, do you know
much about this plastic.

What are you
trying to say, Denny?

I mean, obviously, you've
never thought about it yourself.

You can't enhance perfection,
but I don't know, I've been thinking.

Thinking about getting
a little work done?

I mean, am I crazy?

Tell me I'm crazy, please.

No, I hear they're
doing incredible things

with calf augmentation
these days.

Okay, I get it.

Jay told you. It's very funny.

You got anything?

I mean, Jordan's long gone.

What I can tell from, from
Chernov's current work files,

there's nothing in
here that would justify

that type of plan, you know?

Those pills.

These allergies are killing me.

Not to mention my damn celiac.

I had a muffin a
couple of days ago.

You can imagine what happened.

Oh, these are just
allergy medications.

When Al and I were here,

there were three bottles
on the table, okay?

Not two.

One of them was marked Ca-DTPA.

I'm betting it
wasn't for allergies.

JAY: Carrie's right again.

Ca-DTPA isn't
allergy medication.

It's an antidote to
radiation exposure.

Radiation exposure?

High-volume radiation exposure.

If Jordan's taking the antidote,

it's a good bet
he's been in contact

with radioactive material.

And if you're trying
to get your hands

on radioactive materials,
now, there's a reason to concoct

some crazy-ass plan to
reconstruct your face, right?

But what I don't get is,
why transform yourself

into a guy who
works in construction?

Mmm. I'm betting there's
more to Chernov than we know.

What's that?

I created a program
with a binary algorithm

to cross-reference the
data from the documents

that Carrie and Denny
recovered from Chernov's office

with all of Chernov's
construction holdings.

Okay, and?

Anyways, what that means is,

it looks like Gregory
Chernov has a storage facility

that he's kept off the books,

200 square feet, phone
lines and everything.

Construction guys
don't keep flophouses.

Chernov was hiding
something in there.

Jordan could be
there right now, boss.

So could the
radioactive material.

All right, call ESU, download
all of this to Homeland.

If this is as bad as I
think, they need to know.

You got it.

You're all clear.

Nobody's here, and no
radiation detected so far.

Roger that.

You found RPGs?

Cases of them from
the former Soviet Army.

Could be Chernov is
an extremist maybe?

Or he's a capitalist, right?

I mean, it's a
construction company.

It's the perfect front for
importing and exporting weapons.

That's why Jordan
would take over.

Chernov's identity.

It also explains how he came into
contact with radioactive material.

If we're lucky, that
material is still inside.

It looks like Jordan
was camping out here.

He had a desk, a
cot, even a phone line.

No sign of any
radioactive devices,

but my tech did pick up some
low-level Geiger readings.

So something was in
there, and now it's gone?

Yeah.

You know, Jordan
can't be working alone.

Run down all the phone
calls he made from this facility.

All right, you got it.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

For what?

Very smart looping Homeland in.

I just got a call
from my contact.

Seems like you and Carrie
inadvertently discovered

the identity of The Broker.

The Broker?

Yeah, apparently, The Broker

is a elusive,
high-powered figure

in the international
military black market.

Homeland's been trying to
verify this guy's identity for years.

That's why Jordan
needed a new identity.

Whatever he's doing with
this radioactive material,

he's doing it as Chernov.

Right, but what I don't get is,

if Chernov is about
to make a ton of cash

by moving radioactive material,

why would Jordan go through the
trouble to impersonate him, right?

Just wait till Chernov
makes the deal,

go in, grab him, grab the dough.

Unless Chernov
wasn't making the deal.

Maybe he never had
the radioactive material.

Maybe Jordan did,

and he needed
Chernov to move it.

Jay, you said Jordan and Evan

pulled jobs in six different
cities in the last five years.

Could any of those
have given them access

to weapons-grade
radioactive material?

I'm on it, boss.

Thanks.

Let's just say Jordan and
Evan got their hands on this stuff.

What the hell would they
do with it on their own?

They're not in the
business of moving WMDs,

and anyone who is

wouldn't trust those
two to make a deal.

That's why they need someone
with credibility in the black market.

Right. To make the
deal face-to-face.

Ugh. Excuse the pun.

Which is where
Dr. Walton comes in.

Yeah, Jay?

Al, you're not
gonna believe this.

A year ago, Jordan and
Evan pulled this scam

at a university out in Arizona.

Now, they went in as
campus security guards,

took down a
medical research lab,

probably looking for
antibiotics or something.

Turns out that lab was
at the forefront of research

into, get this,
radioactive isotopes

for cancer research.

Radioactive, like what
goes in a bomb radioactive?

So hold on.

I talked to my FBI guy.
He owes me a favor.

He said the Bureau kept quiet

'cause it didn't want to
cause panic, but the university

reported a pound and a half

of fissionable cobalt-70

went unaccounted
for after the theft.

Now, that's not
enough for a bomb,

but it sure as hell gets
you off to a good start.

Any idea what it's worth?

JAY: Uh...

Estimated black-market
value is around $4 million.

Thanks, Jay.

We've been trying to figure
out why somebody would go

through the trouble
of getting a new face.

How does $4 million sound?

All right, cool. Thank you.

Hey. Hey, Jay Bones.

What are you doing here, man?
I wasn't about to miss the action

and let you guys
have all the fun.

So, uh, what is going on here?

I just talked to Russo.

They're saying Homeland's
hearing a bunch of chatter

about a multimillion-dollar
sale of cobalt-70.

They're saying it's happening
in the city, and that it is imminent.

I mean imminent
with a capital I, bro.

Holy smokes. Okay,
all right, all right.

So, if this construction guy
Chernov was The Broker,

he's still just the
middleman, right?

The deal's not done
until he passes the stuff off

to the people
who plan to use it.

So have you guys
got anything on this?

Honestly nothing.

We got, we got
Jordan's phone records

from inside this place,
but it's nothing exciting.

The guy's just lazing around,

ordering takeout twice a
day from the same bakery.

A bakery? Yeah,
uh, Syrena Bakery.

It's a little, local
sandwich shop.

Actually, it's pretty good.

Jordan's got celiac disease.

So? So, if a guy
can't eat bread,

what's he doing ordering
sandwiches twice a day?

I don't know. Maybe Evan
was making the orders.

Can't be him, 'cause Evan
was working construction

and living in his
apartment till yesterday.

Bro, I hate to rain on
your theory, but come on.

Maybe the place
makes a mean salad.

Maybe he was ordering that.

I know that place too, Denny.

It ain't exactly a
salad kind of joint.

You know what? I'm gonna
look into this Syrena place.

Okay.

Why is Jay here?

Oh, well, he's my partner.

Would you ask Starsky the
same question about Hutch?

A, you need to
update your reference,

and, B, Jordan just
made a withdrawal,

ATM, $200, Grand
Central Station.

You don't think he's actually
gonna make the drop, do you?

No, I think he knows
that we're onto him,

and the withdrawal
was just a diversion.

Hey, boss.

I think I got something
on the sandwich joint

that Jordan was ordering from.

The owners of Syrena Bakery

are two brothers,
Kareem and Malik Hakimi.

Check that. Oh.

Egyptian expatriates

with ties to several
terrorist watch list groups?

What if Jordan
wasn't ordering food,

he was arranging the drop?

Hey, Denny.

Traffic cam down the
block caught Jordan

going into the bakery
a few minutes ago.

He was carrying a
high-tech briefcase.

Deal's going down now,
man. We need to get in there.

Okay, Carrie and Al have
things under control, okay?

Cobalt-70 is extremely
unstable stuff.

It could level the entire
block if we go in shooting.

What are we supposed to
do, wait for the transaction

to go down and pick
everyone up on their way out?

Jay, if these are smart guys,
they're coming out with force.

We're gonna be outgunned.
Where's our backup?

They're a couple minutes out.

See, this could be over by then.

Listen, we need to get closer,

and we need to draw
Jordan out, you understand?

Denny, you got to trust me.

Carrie and Al have a plan.

What is their plan?

They're going to get a sandwich.

Ah, Mr. Chernov.

So nice to see you again.

We were getting worried
you'd made other plans.

Oh, sorry I'm late.

Thanks for meeting me in person.

Get Mr. Chernov some water.

You don't sound so
good. No, it's just allergies.

Let's get down to business.

I take it that's the package.

Can we see it?

You first.

MAN: $4 million...

Just as we agreed.

Allah Hu Akbar.

It's beautiful.

Your methods are unusual, but we
cannot complain about the results.

Thank you. I'll be on my way.

CARRIE: Tell me right now!

Wait here.

I'm gonna ask you one
more time, who is she?

There's nobody
else, baby, only you.

I know what you're
up to with that little slut.

Chrissy Thomas and I
work together, that's it!

Is that why she
calls at 2:00 a.m.?

Is it? Is that why Barbara
saw you at the coffee shop

with your tongue
down her throat?

AL: Come on.

Excuse me, I think you
should take this outside.

Ah, you thought I wouldn't
create a public disturbance.

How did that work out for you?

I need to do my makeup! Move!

I am sorry about this.
My girlfriend gets a little...

Don't apologize for
me! Nuts sometimes.

I am not nuts! Still
can't help loving her.

Love her outside,
or I call the police.

You know what? That
is a really, really good.

I'm gonna call
the police myself,

because cheating is a crime!

Hello, I would like to report
a domestic disturbance

at Syrena Bakery.

Damn it, I need to leave.

Everything okay, Mr. Chernov?

You don't look so good.

12 East... I told you to leave!

Don't move!

You know what will happen
if I drop this suitcase?

Everyone in here dies.

Drop your gun. Drop it!

Jordan Scott, you
are under arrest.

You might want to get
some work done on that nose,

you know, if you're
into that kind of thing.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
OVER POLICE RADIO)

Nice job role-playing in there.

You still can't
get over the fact

that I dated Chrissy
Thomas back then.

That's absolutely untrue.

I was simply giving you
a real name to work with.

Oh, no kidding?

Well, I'm not the one
with the perfect memory,

but that sure
sounded like the fight

we had about her back then.

You're as wrong now as
you were on August 24, 2001.

For the millionth time... Yeah?

I dated her before you.

How can you hold
that against me?

I'm not holding it against you.

I'm perfectly capable
of getting over things.

In fact, I'm over it. Over
it! Oh, I'm impressed.

Thank you.

I wonder what
happened to Chrissy.

Boy, she was great.

You know, you can play it
cool all you want, Al Burns,

but here's the truth.

You revealed your true
feelings back in there.

Yeah, you're right, by
saving the city from disaster.

No, you told Kareem
that you love me!

Oh, come on. I
was just role-playing.

Really, role So
you didn't mean it?

I meant it when I
said you're totally nuts.

I am nuts, but you love it.

Yeah, I kind of do.