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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 know because I built it.

I designed the machine to
detect acts of terror

but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving
ordinary people,

people like you.

Crimes the government
considered irrelevant.

They wouldn't act,
so I decided I would.

But I needed a partner--

Someone with the skills
to intervene.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if you're number's up,
we'll find you.

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You know why I'm here.
You know how I feel.

I can't hide it anymore.

What we're doing is wrong.

You're not my regular guy.

He's sick.

They called me to fill in
at the last moment.

Callahan car service.

Zoe Morgan.
You changed my driver.

Sorry for the inconvenience
Ms. Morgan,

but Bill's come down
with laryngitis.

Caught it from his son.

Which son?

Andy.
The younger one.

We sent our best driver
in his place.

I'll be the judge of that.

No small talk, no questions,

just stay in the car,

and you keep
your eyes on the road.

We'll settle up
at the end of the night.

I look forward to it.

Little trouble picking
this lock, Mr. Reese.

It's not as easy as it looks.

Never mind, I'm in.

No photos of family or friends.

But she buys
a $2 million dollar apartment

for cash three years ago.

What's she gotten
herself mixed up in?

Where does she keep
the things she cares about?

Where do you?

I don't have
any things I care about.

Slip.

Zoe.

You got it?

You know I always come
through for you, Zoe.

Be good, Slip.

She just paid for something.

A lot of money.
Cash.

Do you know what it is?

No.

Do you want to know where
people hide things, Finch?

Underneath.

Keep your eyes on the road.

Uh-oh.

Leave it running,
I won't be long.

Finch, the item
she bought was a gun.

But she's already got a gun
in her living room.

Why does she need another one?

Well, the reason
you buy a gun off the street

is so that it's untraceable.

Possible her number came up

because she plans
to kill someone.

♪ ♪

Finch, she's a shooter.

Target's a cop.

Lieutenant Gilmore.

You owe me one.

And so does the cop who left his
side arm in a subway bathroom.

Believe me.
He knows.

You saved a good cop's career.

We need all the men
we can get right now.

Mm-hmm.

You sure this doesn't have
to do with the fact

that he's your nephew?

Either way, I'm grateful.

In a perfect world,
gratitude would be enough.

That politically motivated investigation

that you're running
into councilman rush?

About time you wrap it up.

Don't you think?

Now I know where the term,
"necessary evil" comes from.

That makes us square?

No,

but it's a good start.

See anything interesting
tonight?

Nothing worth mentioning.

Be here tomorrow.
10:00 sharp.

I hope you're out
of there, Finch.

Do you know what she does, yet?

She does favors for a price.

She's a fixer.

Assuming then that
she's the victim,

any ideas who'd want
to take her out?

Who wouldn't?

What do you got, Terney?

Vincent Deluca.

71 years old,

public service homicide
if you ask me.

The guy was an enforcer

for La Cosa Nostra
in Brighton beach.

Stabbing's personal.

Is this knife from the kitchen?

Nothing in there,
but a set of steak knives.

This is not serrated.
Looks old, dull.

Painful.

We got a rap sheet
on this old gangster?

Reads like a phone book.

Armed robbery, racketeering--

He was charged with homicide
in the mid '70s.

Marlene Elias?

What was that?

Uh, 1973.

The murder charge he skated on.

Victim was Marlene Elias.

The evidence
was stolen from lockup

a couple weeks back.

Evidence was stolen
from a 40-year-old cold case?

And the murder weapon.

Marlene Elias was stabbed
multiple times in her chest

with a kitchen knife.

Okay, Finch,
looks like Zoe's meeting

with some businessman.

Sending you photos.

Got another guy watching
from a green SUV.

Run a license plate for me.

Gray, Henry, Oscar,
Seven, Five, Six, One.

Ms. Morgan.

Okay, I got a hit
on that license plate.

Registered to Samuel Douglas.

Head of crisis management
with Virtanen Pharmaceuticals.

You familiar
with Anthony Talbott?

Should I be?

He's an investment blogger.

No ethics or boundaries.

He'd do anything
to get an inside scoop,

including violate
our employees' right to privacy.

We wouldn't be talking
if this had anything to do

with just an employee.

So what does
he have on your boss?

Douglas' boss is
the gentleman in the car,

- Mark Lawson.
- A recording he claims--

A conversation
with a certain young lady

that could be misconstrued.

An affair?

Who cares?

His wife.

Mr. Lawson is in line
to run Virtanen.

He already handles
the day-to-day,

but his father-in-law's
still the CEO.

What the old man
doesn't know...

What's Talbott asking?

$40,000.

His cell phone number's
in there.

Oh, and, uh, one more thing.

I'll get the recording.

I don't need to
know what's on it.

We appreciate your discretion,
as always.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Talbott.

Nice of Virtanen
to send a skirt.

I understand that you have
something of interest

to my client.

You know, it is
amazing what you can find

just drifting out there
in the ether.

One thing I have learned

about the, uh, smartest guys
in the room--

They just can't keep it
in their pants.

You know why I'm here.

You know how I feel.

I can't hide it anymore.

This is all $40,000?

Count it.

At home.

By the way, I would have
asked for $80,000.

Maybe it's a skirt thing.

Talbott's
a blackmailing scumbag,

but hardly a threat.

What about her previous jobs?

No client list
in her apartment.

You need to get her talking.

Easier said than done.

Ah.

Detective Sullivan.

Not for years now.

Bernie or Sully.
Dealer's choice.

I, um, wanted to talk about
that case you worked

back in '73.

Marlene Elias.

How did that mess
come up again?

A man I'm investigating broke
into the evidence lockup

a few weeks ago.

He and his crew
sold the contents

of the evidence box.

Your notes, murder weapon,

8 inch kitchen knife.

Which turned out plunged
into the chest

of your lead suspect.

Hmm.

That would be
divine retribution.

What can you tell me
about Deluca?

Piece of work.

I had him dead to rights
on murdering that woman.

The dimwit left a partial
on the knife.

The DA dropped the case?

Bought and sold.

Back then,
the city was different.

Marlene was
a cocktail waitress.

She worked in a club owned
by Gianni Moretti.

She has an affair with the don.

She wants him to dump his wife.

He gets tired of her complaints,
and sends our friend here,

the cutlery rack,
to shut her up.

He did.

Permanently.

The thing that stuck
with me was the kid.

Kid?
What kid?

I dug these up.

Marlene and the don had a kid.

A son.

He was out back playing
when it happened.

Came inside and he found her.

Kid walked all the way
to the station.

I still got that image of him
standing there with no shoes on.

What happened to him?

Well, he didn't want
to cop to the affair,

so the kid went
into the system.

I don't have to tell you
what happens to those kids.

You think he's the killer?

Don't know who else would
go to so much trouble.

What is that?

Ah, just some old bootlegs.

You like jazz?

You do?

Sure.

Always loved what Miles Davis
said about jazz.

"Don't play what's there.
Play what's not there."

Really?

You seem to know
how to play people.

I don't play people.
I fix their problems.

And to answer your question,
no, I hate jazz.

We're you supposed to be
meeting with two people or one?

What does it matter?

Let me take care of this, Zoe.

It's Ms. Morgan.

Get back in the car.

♪ ♪

You didn't tell me
it was a party.

Talbott handed it over.
No problems.

Did you listen to this?

You didn't hire me to listen.

Mr. Lawson would like
to personally thank you.

His fee is
all that's necessary.

No, we insist.

Walter, get the driver.

- Get down.
- Ah!

Guess I'm paying you
to do more than drive.

Mr. Reese, are you okay?

Yeah, the hand-off
was an ambush.

Douglas tried
to kill both of us.

Oh, thanks.
I was there, remember?

Is she safe, Mr. Reese?

For now.
A little shaken up.

Who are you talking to?

They're willing to kill
for that recording.

We need to find out
what's on it.

Send me Talbott's address.

Who the hell are you?

You can say we're
in the same business.

Fixing problems.

I had information that
you might be in danger.

Information?

Who gave it to you?

You have your people.
I have mine.

You need to find the journalist
who sold you that recording.

Find out what's on it.

I made a copy.

I'm discreet, not stupid.

I can't hide it anymore.

- What we're doing is wrong.
- Who's the girl on the tape?

No idea.
Can barely make it out.

Stay here.

Mr. Reese,

report on the police band.
Talbott is dead.

Apparent cardiac arrest.

Oh, Douglas moves fast.

They're killing everyone who had
contact with that recording.

If they're going
to this much trouble,

they'll be coming
after Ms. Morgan again.

You need to stay with her.

That's going to be a problem.

I want to tell someone.

Keeps me up at night.

I'm working on the audio.

Interference suggests

it was made on
an old PCS cell network,

making the recording
at least two years old.

I didn't know static
had a vintage.

I did manage to find a match
on the woman's voice.

Compared it against video

from social networking sites,
corporate press.

268 possible matches,
6 who lived in New York

but only one who worked
at Virtanen Pharmaceuticals.

Virtanen is more than

just a pharmaceutical company.

We create products
that help and heal.

Virtanen is a family.

One I hope to be a part of
for many years to come.

Dana Miller, Lawson's mistress,

was an office romance.

Nice work, Finch.

I wouldn't be so quick
to congratulate me.

It's not the first time

I've heard Dana Miller's name.

Six months ago,
the machine gave me her number.

I had yet to track you down,

so I wasn't in
a position to help her.

Newspaper said she died
of a brain aneurysm.

She was 27, and as you know,

the machine
doesn't see accidents.

So she wanted to go public
with the affair,

and Lawson had her
killed for it.

Why not pay her off, Finch?

Lawson is heir
to the entire Virtanen empire.

If Robert Keller ever found out,
Lawson would lose everything.

It wouldn't be hard for someone

working at
a pharmaceutical company

to make murder
look like natural causes.

I never thought
I'd know the truth

about what happened to her.

Now I also know
the men responsible.

We can stop them from ever
giving us another number.

Get out there,
and find Ms. Morgan.

Every moment we don't have her

is a moment that
Douglas can get to her.

Well, what are you going to do?

I have an important
business meeting.

Recent investment of mine.

We cleared my schedule

for a meeting
with a shareholder.

Guy isn't just a shareholder.

Bought 87 million shares
in the last 48 hours.

He now owns 8%
of Virtanen stock.

Never heard of this guy.

No one has.

May be a straw buyer
for a takeover.

Hostile bid.

But, uh--
Kid gloves.

And we may want to wheel
the old man in here

for a minute
to press the flesh.

Right this way, sir.

Mr. Partridge.

Mark Lawson.
Pleasure to meet you, sir.

Thank you for meeting me
on such short notice.

I thought I knew everyone
with an investment portfolio

as broad as yours.

When you're in a position
where people want your money,

a little anonymity
is rather rewarding.

From my time in Japan.

I've learned never to go

to a business meeting
empty-handed.

That is--
You're generous.

Thank you.

You care for
a tour of our facilities?

This way.

What we like to focus on

is what people really need--

Pain relief.

I can certainly relate to that.

We reached a 20% market share
last year.

And that's only going to rise
with the launch

of our new product line,
anchored by Sylocet.

Sylocet?

New migraine drug.

Revolutionary.

Just approved by the FDA.

Mr. Partridge.

Robert Keller.

This is an impressive empire
you've built here, sir.

Oh, it's Mark's empire now.

Retirement isn't officially
till next spring,

but he makes
all the big decisions.

Don't tell anyone.

I'd hate to lose my table
at the country club.

If you'll excuse me,
Mr. Partridge.

Mark has done
an incredible job.

Not only in keeping
our finances in order,

but overseeing a good amount

of product research.

Mr. Keller,
I like what I see here.

I'm confident
my money is in good hands.

Lovely meeting you.

Excuse me.

I have to take this.

Flash drive's recovered.

Talbott won't be
a problem again.

Great work.

But just one loose end.

Zoe Morgan.

She had a bodyguard
posing as a driver.

It was an unforeseen
circumstance.

It's not a loose end.

It's the whole damn thing
falling apart.

I'll handle her.

And the driver, too.

Nothing can connect us
to this thing.

Carter.

It's Sully.

I managed to fill in
some of the blanks

on young Carl Elias.

Good work.

No, not so good.

The kid was like
a professional runaway.

From the age of eight,
he couldn't stay anywhere

more than a couple of months.

So no one really knew him.

Nobody except some tough old
bird named Gloria Recinto.

Apparently, she, uh,
she looked after him.

He would send
her a Christmas card

and some money every year.

You gotta read
these things, Carla.

I mean it's as if the guy

was going to either be president
or Attila the Hun.

You want me to bring him in?

I'll swing by,
and pick them up.

Oh.

Well, I'm going to make myself
beautiful for you.

Good luck with that, Sully.

Know why I'm here.
You know how I feel.

I still can't find Zoe.

I can't hide it anymore.

If I can't track her down,
Douglas probably can't either.

Trying to clean up
this recording.

Fill in the blanks.

I think Dana recorded this
in Lawson's office, listen.

What we're doing is wrong.

So?

She recorded the conversation
on her cell phone.

To blackmail him?

No, I don't think so.

Here's the fountain
in his office.

Using the bug I planted,

I was able to get room tone,

then I can strip it back out
of the original recording.

Listen.
This is much clearer.

I can't hide it anymore.

What we're doing is wrong.

I want to tell someone.

Keeps me up at night,
knowing what our drug has done.

You need to think
very carefully...

"Keeps me up at night,
knowing what our drug has done""

I still have to clean up
the last part of the recording,

but there's enough here
that you can tell

that Dana was not having
an affair with Lawson.

She was threatening
to blow the whistle on him.

You know, before we--

before I found you,

the numbers haunted me.

I never felt so helpless
in my entire life.

And I know I can't get justice
for all of them,

but the possibility
of having just one...

Looks like our Ms. Morgan

has decided
to be found after all.

This time, when you find her,

try not to lose her.

So you are tracking
my cell phone.

I know how all the pieces
of the city fit together.

I know all the players.

I know all the angles.

And then there's you.

You know, I don't understand you.

And I don't like things
that I don't understand.

Then why did
you want me to come here?

Because I don't have
to like you

to get some news out of you.

The girl on the recording.

Her name was Dana Miller.

Lawson had her killed.

Maybe not because
she was sleeping with him.

I know.

She worked at Virtanen.

She was going
to come out in public--

A scandal involving
one of their drugs.

Not bad,

but it's not the whole story.

She worked in clinical trials.

Five days before she was killed,
she was transferred out.

Access suspended.

How did you come by that?

You have your people.
I have mine.

Let me guess.

You're looking to strike
a deal with Virtanen.

No, not this time.

I thought everyone
had an angle.

I knew this girl once.

Naive.

She got a tough lesson
on the way the world works.

That reminds me of Dana.

Also, they tried to kill you.

Well, there's that, too.

You want to get out of here?

Where are we going?

To do something illegal.

Lieutenant Gilmore.

Almost didn't recognize you
without that cute uniform.

What do you want now?

There's going to be a break-in

at Virtanen Pharmaceuticals
tonight.

I need you to make sure
that the police don't respond.

After this, we're done.

All right, Finch,
our cameras are in place.

I have full coverage.
Proceed.

Hold this.

So these people are
trying to kill you,

and your plan is to break
into their offices.

I prefer the direct approach.

The South entry.
Any guards on the other side?

Two guards on the first floor,
none on the stairwell.

Go ahead.

Going in.

Am I ever going to meet this
imaginary friend?

He's a very private person.

Wait, there's a guard
on the third floor stairs.

He's coming your way.

You're clear.
Go.

You're probably
one of those guys

that can get out of anything
with a paper clip.

Where did you learn this skill?

It's a long story.

Still clear, Mr. Reese.

They deleted Dana Miller's
email and browser history

months ago.

Nothing is ever really
deleted, Mr. Reese.

The pieces are always
out there.

You just got to know
how to put them back together.

Use the recovery software.

All right.

Right there.

She accessed this file
a dozen times

in the days
before she was killed.

Looks like a clinical trial
for the new drug Sylocet.

FDA approved.

But it's been altered.

These are two files
with the same name,

but the older one
is slightly larger.

Six names are missing
from the trail data

that Virtanen submitted
to the FDA.

I need those names,
Mr. Reese.

Here it comes.

They're all dead,
Mr. Reese.

Dead?

Every person on that list
died of heart failure

within a year
of taking the drug.

Lawson must've dropped
them from the study

and paid the locals to hide it.

Their new wonder drug
is a killer.

It's 6 people out of 200.
That's a 3% mortality rate.

If a million people
take that drug,

30,000 can die.

Wait, was is that sound?

Air conditioning.
Why?

That's what I've been missing.

Listen.

Don't talk, don't move.
I need a clean recording.

Perfect.

I'll be in touch.

Well, well, well.

Guess we should
call the cops, huh.

Bad move, lieutenant.

If I can't trust you,
I'll have to destroy you.

Something makes me think
you won't get that chance.

Besides, I held up my end.

You wanted the cops
not to respond?

This is the cops
not responding.

Keeps me up at night,
knowing what our drug has done.

You need to think
very carefully...

You're leaving
me with no choice.

I'm going to go to Keller.

Reese, I think
I've found something.

Mr. Reese?

I told you I'd handle it.

I've got them both.

I'm on my way.

You never did
tell me your name.

John.

My name's John.

Of course it is.

So, John...

How did you know
I was going to be in trouble?

Given your choice of career,

doesn't seem
like much of a stretch.

You might consider
a new line of work.

You're one to judge.

Besides, you don't know
anything about me.

I know almost
everything about you.

I know you grew up
in a nice house in Yonkers.

I know your dad
was a city official

till he got snared
in a corruption case.

I know you spent
the rest of your childhood

in a little apartment
in Queens with your mother.

About the only thing
I don't know about you

is why you started doing
whatever it is you do.

My dad was a party man.

Machine politician.

Did what he was told.

Right up until
the cops showed up,

put the cuffs on him.

The local press was
camped out on our lawn

for weeks.

Then this guy showed up,

the guy that the party
would send to deal with...

Uncomfortable situations.

He said two words.

And those reporters?

They packed up, and they left,

and they never came back.

And I realized,
that's what I want to be.

The person who knows
what to say,

and always has
something to trade.

So what are you
going to trade now?

Yes, it's Mr. Partridge.

I need to speak to Mr. Keller,
immediately.

I'm sorry, sir,

but Mr. Keller
is currently unavailable.

Listen, put him
on the phone right now.

It's extremely urgent.

A matter of life and death.

So we're finally
face-to-face.

You're making a mistake, Mark.

I'm not the one
handcuffed to a chair.

So you saw the Sylocet report?

Hope you don't mind.

I emailed a copy to a friend

so I could read it
more thoroughly.

Okay, so where is it now?

With the only person I trust.

And if anything happens to us,
that report goes public.

Everyone will know
your new drug kills.

What do you think Keller will
do to you when he finds out?

Tell you what.

Since Zoe loves
negotiating so much,

I'll offer you two a deal.

First one to give up
that report gets to live.

I've reached Mr. Keller.

He'll be with you
in just a moment.

Thank you.

You're leaving me
with no choice.

I'm gonna go to Keller.

You want to tell the old man?

Here's your chance.

You think anything
happens in my company

without me knowing it,
young lady?

How stupid do you think I am?

Mr. Partridge?

You're on with Mr. Keller.

Mark, why aren't they dead yet?

She says she has
a copy of the report.

And just when I thought
you could handle

something truly important.

Ms. Morgan,
be reasonable.

Every new drug
has side effects.

That's why
we have disclaimers...

And insurance.

This moral crusade
doesn't suit you.

The Zoe Morgan
I know is reasonable.

Knows when to make
a smart play.

I'll get you the report.

I'll bring you right to it.

Told you.

Always have something to trade.

Let's go.

You know, you really
shouldn't be surprised

by what Zoe did.

Never trusted that bitch.

Always looking for an angle.

Potassium chloride?

Government uses it
for lethal injections.

Stops a heart in minutes.

Quite humanely, really.

Lucky you.

Lucky me?

I'm on my way, now.

The Naval Yard.

Jail rules.
No more phones.

Clever girl.

Finch.

Been trying
to get you for two hours.

Keller's involved.

He and Lawson
worked it together,

up to, and including
Dana's murder.

I know. Keller blindsided us,
and so did Zoe.

She's about
to hand over the copy

of that trial data to Lawson.

You should be more trusting,
Mr. Reese.

Zoe just sent me
her destination.

Naval Yard.
Sound familiar?

- I'm on my way.
- Ready, sir?

Mr. Keller.
Sorry I'm late.

Sorry I started without you,
Mr. Partridge,

but when you're as old as I am,
you can't waste a minute.

What's your poison?

What the hell
are we doing here?

You want your report, right?

He's right over there.

You want me to go get it
or-- or you?

No, I don't think so.
You know what I think?

I don't think you emailed that
report to anybody at all.

In fact, I think it's been right
here all along.

You picked a perfect time
to join us, Mr. Partridge.

Once Sylocet
goes on the market,

you'll never have to
invest in another company again.

If anybody else, you know,
they would have sent

this report to the police
or the press.

But not you.

No, you just couldn't resist
holding onto one more card.

Yup.

So you did send it

to the one person in the world
you could trust.

Yourself.

Now you're going
to take it to the grave.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Zoe!

Ah!

Migraine, huh?

Heard they got a pill
for that now.

Took your time.

And at what point did you know

you were going to do
the right thing?

About two seconds before
I slipped you the paper clip.

Anyway...

Pleasant as it is to talk,
the board and I do need to know

what your...lntentions are,

now that you own
8% of Virtanen.

Actually, I've sold
my shares in Virtanen.

I had a tip that the price
is about to take a nosedive.

Tip? What tip?

That senior management
was about to have

some very serious
legal problems.

In fact, I took
my initial investment,

and I shorted your company...

To the tune of
1/2 billion shares.

If you're betting against me,

you clearly don't know
who you're dealing with.

Oh, I know exactly what
kind of man I'm dealing with.

And I know you don't care who
you hurt to get what you want.

I know the only thing you do
care about is money.

So that's what I'm going
to take from you.

Your money.
All of it.

You were right, Mr. Keller.

Thanks to you,

I never will have to
invest in another company.

Detective Sullivan?

Sully?

It's me, Car--

Oh, no.

Police!

Virtanen CEO Robert Keller

is expected
to appear in court today

alongside CFO and son-in-law,
Mark Lawson.

To answer charges of fraud,
conspiracy, and murder.

Virtanen's migraine drug,
Sylocet,

has officially been shelved.

Virtanen's competitor,
beecher pharmaceuticals...

You mind turning
that off, please?

Sounds like beecher
got an inside tip.

Somebody must have had
a big payday.

Not as big as you think.

Dana Miller's family
got a healthy donation

for their suit against Virtanen.

I also heard that
Lieutenant Gilmore

found himself up against

some pretty serious
corruption charges.

Must have upset someone
pretty influential.

Eyes on the road, John.

♪ Start spreading the news ♪

♪ I'm leaving today ♪

♪ I wanna be part of it... ♪

Ms. Morgan...

Stay out of trouble.

Not gonna happen.

You've got my number.

♪ These vagabond shoes ♪

♪ are longin' to stray ♪

♪ if I can make it there ♪

♪ I'll make it anywhere ♪

♪ New York ♪

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