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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.

He's making a play for it.
Wants to be the man in charge.

I got other ideas of what to do with him.

What about the loose ends?

I'll take care of them.

Harold.

Something you'd like to say,
Mr. Reese?

- Just if you ever want--
- No, I don't need to talk about it.

I was gonna say,
if you ever wanna grab a beer, let me know.

- I see it's sleeping here now.
- Bear is friendly. You'll like him.

Doesn't look like
much of a conversationalist.

Oh, he's not. But if anyone
ever messes with you, he'll eat them.

Oh, sorry.

Thought I got everything.

We have a new number.

Sofia Campos, 21.

Daughter of Hector Campos.

- He's a Brazilian diplomat--
- At the consulate here in New York, I know.

As the family member of a diplomat, she's
assigned a transient social security number.

It's good to have you back.

Sofia was born in São Paulo...

...educated in Switzerland.
She speaks six languages.

Her mother died of cancer
five years ago.

Sofia deferred admission to Oxford.

Traveled with her father
to three different postings:

Berlin, Milan, Moscow.

Her father's political party took some heat
for fraud in the last election.

Her country is no stranger
to politically motivated kidnappings.

There are whisperings that Hector will run
for the Brazilian presidency this year.

If somebody wanted to get at dad,
they might go after Sofia.

That explains the bodyguard.

Heel. Now stay.

If you follow me around like a puppy,
I'll treat you like one.

Spoiled little bitch.

Sofia's bodyguard didn't clear the store
before she went in.

He may be part of the problem.

Or just inept.

But the way Sofia treats people...

...it's no stretch to believe
someone wants her dead.

Excuse me.

So sorry.

Excuse me, sir?

I'm gonna need you to empty your pockets.

What the hell?

- You gotta be kidding me.
- Sophia's gonna need a new bodyguard.

Hey, you wanna, uh, get a Danish?

No, thanks.
I caught that gang shooting out in Queens.

How about some Cheetos?

Okay, Fusco,
what's up with you and the box?

I found it in that lady Corwin's hotel room.

And here I thought all the evidence
in her case disappeared. Heh.

- What is that?
- It looks like one of those gadgets...

...the vet used on my kid's Labrador.
Microchip reader.

Why would Corwin keep
something like that in her hotel room?

As far as I'm concerned, the only reason
we got involved was to get four-eyes back.

And he's back. Why keep digging?

Because we're detectives.

One thing I learned along the way
is to know when not to ask questions.

You want me to take that off your hands?

Trust me on this.

Whatever level these guys are playing at,
we're not there.

All set for your interview?

- Just checking out the competition.
- Good.

Consulate conducted a background check
on your credentials that was strenuous.

Let me guess.
You had to buy a security company.

And a credit bureau.

Well, I'll try to make you proud.

John Randall?

I'll need to see your identification.

Wrong one.

Nope, that's his.

Wrong again.

Ah, here we go.

- Uh, I'm sorry, I'm--
- Show Mr. Randall to my office.

If these men can't keep track
of their wallets...

...how can they keep track of my daughter?

Sofia has gone through
half a dozen bodyguards this year.

- No one can keep up with her.
- Not even consulate security?

They are Brazilian.

Susceptible to political bribery...

...spying, feeding gossip to the press.

I want to be clear, Mr. Randall.

My daughter is the light of my life.

But she's also impossible.

- I've handled some difficult assignments.
- I can see that.

Guarding convoys in Iraq...

...K and R work in Yemen.

Eh, but you haven't met my daughter.

Ah, Sofia.

Meet the new candidate
for bodyguard position.

No. Squinty eyes.

He can't be trusted.

Mr. Randall, you are hired.

- But if her privacy is compromised--
- I'll fire myself.

My father hired you,
but try to remember you work for me.

Aren't you supposed to be at dinner
with the Russian consul?

Why would anyone ever expect a Brazilian
to ever be on time?

- I thought our reservation was for 8.
- Of course you did.

Will you join us, Sofia?

This big oaf never realized
he was hired to babysit you.

Heh. You two should get along splendidly.

Excuse us one second.
Did he agree to meet with me?

It seems Ms. Sofia
is a bit more than window dressing, Mr. Reese.

Yes. If Hector runs for president...

...she could be his best campaign asset.

And she's smart enough to keep
her phone's Wi-Fi and Bluetooth turned off.

You'll have to get her phone,
activate it manually.

That might be impossible.

- It's glued to her thumbs.
- Do you care to join us?

It seems someone
has already given me a headache, pai.

I'm going to take a bath and go to bed.

Come. My driver's outside.

Shall I bring the car around?

Finch, there are two men watching us.

And I'm about to introduce myself.

BMW SUV.
Six, five, six, Charlie.

You know, partial plates take time to trace.

What's the problem, Finch?
You got somewhere else to be?

No. No, not really.

Cut it off right here, ladies.

Hi, sweetie.

Sorry. Had to wait for my father
to bridge the cold war with the Russians.

- Who's your friend?
- Not my friend, my bodyguard.

Hi, I'm Gabi.

- He's cuter than the last one.
- He's a pain in the ass.

- No way.
- I come with...

...or we both go home, eat some ice cream
while you teach me the Cyrillic alphabet.

Fine.

But you must loosen that tie.
And do something about your hair.

What's wrong with my hair?

It's trying too hard.

Any luck with that plate?

No. This...

...distraction that you've adopted
keeps interrupting my work.

What's Sofia doing?

- Her seventh vodka shot.
- Do you plan to intervene?

I'm here to protect, not discipline.

Besides, it's not like she's dancing on the--

- Can you see my hand up her skirt?
- I got it, I got it.

Hey, what's your problem?

This keeps up, the biggest threat to Sofia
is gonna be me.

Ah. Unh. Get your damn hands off me.
What do you think you're doing?

He attacked a harmless man.

Humiliated me. We must fire him.

Did anyone photograph
my daughter's behavior?

Absolutely not.

Then you are doing
exactly what I pay you to.

Thank you, Mr. Randall.

The Japanese energy secretary
will be here at noon.

Your attendance is expected.

Finch, Hector is stepping up
his photo opportunities.

Brazilian news outlets are speculating that
he's preparing to announce his candidacy.

Which will make Sofia more of a target
than she already is.

Get the car. We're going shopping.

An RFID reader?

So where's the chip?

- Carter.
- Good morning, detective.

How are you holding up?

I'm better. Listen.

I understand you went out of your way
to help John track me down...

- ...and I thank you.
- No problem.

John's not his usual cheery self
without you around.

- Did you get the partial plate I sent?
- Oh, yeah.

Six, five, six, Charlie, Delta, Zeta.
Registered to a car rental company.

- Taken out of JFK yesterday.
- Thank you, detective.

Were you able to obtain Sofia's phone?

My hands are full at the moment.

Sofia, it's almost noon.

One more dress.

You're holding at least five.

Wait here.

What happened to "protect, not discipline"?

Sofia happened.

- What was that noise?
- What noise? I didn't hear anything.

We may have a slight problem.
To track Sofia's GPS signal...

...I had to access her provider's cell tower.
Sofia is on the move.

It appears she's given you the slip.

How were you planning
to pay for these, sir?

- These should cover it.
- Unh.

She's a block over on 14th Street.

Just get in the car.

Got trouble.
Looks like I'll have to take out...

- You're bad.
- Sorry about the other night.

- ...her boyfriend.
- Let me take you to lunch.

I can't. I promised my father
I'd be at the consulate by noon.

And I promised you bottomless mimosas
at that bistro you love.

- You're the one who bailed.
- What about tonight?

I promised Gabi a girls' night.

I'm Jack.

You must be the new guy.

I'll call you.

Your father doesn't know
about your boyfriend.

He wouldn't understand.
And you don't either.

One photo opportunity and you miss it.

The Japanese were insulted.

It was my fault.

We hit traffic.

Make sure you don't run into any traffic...

...tomorrow night.

Sofia is not to miss a welcoming party
for the Brazilian president.

Thank you.

My father would want me
to date someone less American.

I work for you, remember?

I'm here to check on that body
I called you about.

Corwin, Alicia. Just give me a minute.

- I'll log it in and take you back.
- Thanks, Rick.

Agent Snow?

Detective Carter.

Shouldn't sneak up on me like that.

Looking for John? Don't think
you're gonna find him in the morgue.

Appreciate the advice, detective,
but I'm no longer looking for your friend.

I was reassigned.

That's a shame.

It truly is.

You hurt your leg?

Old mistake.
Comes back to haunt me now and then.

You take care, now.

- Who was that man here to view?
- The same case you are. Alicia Corwin.

I need to see that body.

She's been in cold storage for a week.

Two-inch incision on her upper arm.

Is that standard autopsy procedure?

Nope. It's not.

No swelling, no clotting,
and no record of it in the ME's report.

Which means it must have happened
after the autopsy was performed.

Memorize the report
or know it off the top of your head?

No. Your friend who was here
asked me the same question.

I was able to hack
the rental car company that your visitors used.

The BMW is rented to a Gustavo Lira.
Private investigator from São Paulo.

Sofia is calling Gabi.

- Hey.
- Are you okay? You sound distracted.

Something's happened to that guy Paul.

- Paul?
- I can't talk.

I'll tell you tonight at the club.

No Paul in Sofia's contacts.

I'll figure out who she's talking about.
Anyone else we should look at?

Well, we know that Hector doesn't approve
of Sofia's boyfriend, Jack.

Hector's political party
stresses socioeconomic equality for all.

While his own daughter runs around
with a trust-fund kid.

I'm going clubbing.
Thought I'd use the front door for a change.

Excellent choice.

Gabi's not responding to Sofia's texts.

She said she couldn't talk earlier.
Maybe she had company.

So do we.

The same guys from before.

I may have a problem.

Gustavo Lira isn't an assassin, Finch.

He's a paparazzo.

- Give me that back!
- What are you doing?

- Your father said no pictures.
- Hey!

You kidding me?

Hello?

Uh, yeah, Detective Carter
from N.Y.P.D. Homicide.

I was looking for an Agent Mark Snow.
Is this his cell?

Hello?

Detective Carter.

- Have you had contact with Agent Snow?
- Yeah, I saw him yesterday.

Where did this sighting take place?

Who am I speaking with?

We'll be in touch.

Gabi is not here, Finch.

She was supposed to meet Sofia an hour ago.
Something's not right.

I think I found our threat
and they're not photographers.

How can you tell?

The gun was a pretty good hint.

Oh, my God. What's going on?

Had enough fun for one night?

Got the pictures you sent.

Just happens these men fit
the description of some guys...

CARTER ...who got
their asses kicked at Club 225 tonight.

You wouldn't know anything about that,
would you?

Not my scene. Did you notice the scars
on the back of their necks?

Branding.
Some gangs use it as an initiation.

I'll find out which one
uses this particular scar.

My favorite.

How did you know?

An inside source.

If you hadn't been there...

Did you recognize
any of the men there tonight?

- I've never seen them.
- Friends of Gabi's, maybe.

Oh, God, Gabi.
She was supposed to meet me tonight.

- But the shooting, I--
- I looked.

She wasn't there.

Gabi wanted to talk about this Paul.
Who is he?

Paul Romano, I think.

- We partied with him Saturday.
- Where?

At first, the club.
Jack went home, he wasn't feeling well.

I was angry with him for leaving...

...so when Paul invited us
back to the penthouse, Gabi and I went.

But nothing happened
between Paul and me.

I found Paul Romano.

Failed club promoter with a couple of arrests
for selling designer drugs.

What's a small time drug dealer in New York
have to do with a Brazilian election?

Maybe nothing. I'm not sure her father's
politics have gotten her into trouble.

I'm beginning to think that Sofia's
choice of drinking companions has.

Well, I want to talk to this Paul Romano.

Could prove challenging. Romano jumped
out of his penthouse late Saturday night.

- N. Y.P.D. is calling it suicide.
- Sofia.

Was there anyone else
in the penthouse with you that night?

Me, Gabi, Paul.

Then this guy showed up, he was--

Things got weird, tense.
So Gabi and I got out of there.

Can you describe this other guy
who was there?

Gabi took a video...

...on my phone.

Say it in Russian.

Now Italian.

That's one of our friends
from the nightclub.

You think Paul had
something to do with this?

Unlikely. Paul's dead.

The police think he committed suicide
the same night that you were with him.

If Paul committed suicide,
then why would those men be after me?

If he committed suicide, they wouldn't be.

- You can place this guy at the scene.
- Not just me. Gabi.

I need to find her.
She might be in danger too.

I'll call a friend with the police to check on her.
They'll track her cell.

We need to find her.

You stay here. Someone just tried to kill you.

She's my friend. I'm going.
You can't stop me.

Okay. But when we get there,
you stay in the car.

- Carter.
- Detective, is this a bad time?

Uh, no, I, uh-- I just ran into someone
I hadn't seen in a while.

I ID'd the branding on those bangers from
Club 225. They're Fourteenth Street Mafia.

Thank you, detective.
If you can just check your e-mail.

You recognize the man on the right?

Paul Romano...

...designer drug peddler who allegedly
committed suicide four nights ago.

You don't sound convinced.

The penthouse cameras were
conveniently malfunctioning.

The other guy was with Paul before
he jumped. Do you recognize him?

No, but that branding he's got means
he's Fourteenth Street Mafia too.

- I'll work on getting you a name.
- Also, we need you to track a cell phone.

A girl who may know something about
Paul's murder, and who may be in trouble.

I'll take care of it.

Would you like to go for a walk?

Well, let's get a leash.

I suppose you'll want some treats.

Carter. Tell me you found Gabi.
She never came home last night.

Tracked her cell to 31st and 1st,
so I came down to find her.

- Gabi's here.
- Great, we're on our way.

It's not a good idea, John. I recognized
the address as soon as it came up.

31st and 1st is the city morgue.

A couple uniforms found her body
downtown.

I'm sorry.

Sofia wanted some air. I took her to the only
place in the city you can actually find any.

- How is she taking the news?
- About as well as can be expected.

Her best friend was murdered
and she blames herself.

Listen, Finch, I need you to come
keep an eye on Sofia.

She's not safe with me if I'm out
looking for Gabi's killer.

Not a problem. I'll be there shortly.

So, we'll just-- We'll just go outside.

Mr. Reese.

I seem to be having a bit of a complication...

...and I'm afraid I won't be able to meet you.

No problem, Harold.

I'll call Fusco.
I'm sure he's got nothing better to do.

I can't go back to the consulate.

My father...

He'll make me play host
to the Brazilian president.

I should be out there finding
the bastard who killed my friend.

That's for the police, Sofia. Not you.

You know, that night,
Gabi didn't even want to come out.

She came out because I said we had to.

We just had to.

It's not your fault.

You were at the wrong place
at the wrong time.

They're all the wrong places.

I've been lost...

...for so long.

I thought maybe if I kept looking, I might
find somewhere that made me feel happy.

I never thought anyone would get hurt.

I spent some time feeling lost.

What changed?

Someone found me,
told me I needed a purpose.

Sounds like a good friend.

He is.

Come on.

Detective Fusco will be looking after you
at your father's party tonight, Sofia.

I get it. I'm not as tall as him,
maybe not as fast.

- Go ahead, make fun of me. I can take it.
- You look like my Uncle Jacobo.

We call him the garanhao.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Stud.

He has great luck with the ladies.

- Don't let her out of your sight.
- What's this, my first trip to the rodeo?

So you like falafel?

I got an ID on your mystery man
from the video.

Gang Unit ID'd Montgomery Spencer,
a.k.a. Monty.

Record for assault
and possession with intent.

- What's his connection to Paul Romano?
- That's what doesn't check out.

Until six months ago, Romano was selling
small amounts of club drugs to his friends.

But word is Paul started moving
huge quantities of designer drugs.

Maybe if Monty was his supplier,
Paul tried to renegotiate his end?

I'd say the negotiations didn't go his way.

Maybe. I still don't understand how
these two wind up in bed together.

Monty might have had the hookup to his
supplier and Romano the client base.

But neither had the money to bankroll it.

- So they had a silent partner.
- I don't know...

...but I got an address to the bar Monty
and his pals like to spend some time in.

Figured we'd go and ask him in person.

Thanks, Carter.

Isn't that your daughter?

Sofia, where have you been?

- Is everything okay?
- It's okay. I just--

Come. An old friend wants to say hello.

- This is my daughter, Sofia.
- Hi.

You don't write, you don't call.
I mean, I'm a big guy, but I am sensitive.

Good to talk to you too.

Is our friend safe?

A target-rich environment. Lots of people.

That's why I've accessed
the museum security cameras.

And having seen the kitchen, I'd advise you
to stay away from the shrimp puffs.

- Why don't you wait in the car?
- Why don't you?

- Give me three and a half minutes.
- Please, there's at least 10 guys in there.

Okay, four minutes.

Thank you for the fine hospitality...

...you have shown my country's
distinguished president.

Since he is here,
I think it's time to announce...

...that I will be running for
the Brazilian presidency this year.

You okay?

I just want a moment alone.

I'll be on the other side of this door.

Sorry, I'm at the party.

- Come meet me.
- Uh, I don't know.

You promised me tonight.

I don't know if I can get out.

You don't have to. I'm right outside.

I got bored sitting in the car.
And it took you longer than four minutes.

This guy hit me over the head with
a neon sign. Not very sportsmanlike.

None of them want to tell me
where to find their pal Monty.

That's why you should ask them
before you knock them out, John.

Mr. Reese, there was another man
at Paul Romano's penthouse that night.

Sofia's boyfriend, Jack Hughes.
He's the bankroller.

Fusco's with Sofia. Let him know.

Detective Fusco, where's Sofia?

- Powdering her nose.
- No, she isn't.

Afraid you're in the wrong place, Mr. Reese.

I'm sorry about this, babe.

Sorry? I don't understand.

- Sorry, baby.
- Why?

Times are tough. I ran through my trust fund.
I needed money.

Monty had the product.
I hooked him up with Paul to move it.

But Paul got greedy.

- You had Paul killed.
- No.

Monty gave Paul a choice.
Give us the money or go out the window.

Did Monty give you a choice? You or me?

Something like that.

Sorry, baby.
You're just a beautiful loose end.

Give me your phone.

Now.

Say it in Russian.

Now Italian.

Did you send or show this to anyone?

Good.

Okay, bozo, show's over.
Come on, darling, get out of the car.

I'm just gonna find her again
after I shoot you.

You kidding?

Look at you.
You think you're gonna outrun me?

Let me mull that over a second.

Yep, I'm pretty sure I can outrun you.

Thanks, Carter.

Are you hurt?

I'm fine. Did you find Jack?

Not yet.

The 11:00 flight.
To the Caymans, that's right.

Oh, God!

It was Monty, I swear. He's unleashed.

He wanted to tie up the loose ends, not me.

Paul was never even supposed to die.

Please! What do you want from me?

Is this a shakedown?

No. This is a break up.

Sofia, should I drop him?

Not yet.

You killed my only friend.

That was so not my idea, baby.

Just like selling me out to Monty
wasn't your idea?

I told you, he gave me a choice,
you or me.

But you have him. I knew you'd be okay.

I will be okay.

- Watch your head.
- That was fulfilling.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

Have you thought about
what you'll do next?

I will be returning to Brazil with my father
for the election.

Guess I can't talk you into relocating?

New York's my home.

For now.

You've taken very good care of me.

Night.

Detective Carter, did you call the CIA
regarding Mark Snow?

I called his cell, yes.

You had contact with Mark Snow.

Last I checked, Snow was yours
to keep tabs on, not mine.

You lose him?

I'd say talk to his partner Evans, except he
was found dead in a hotel five weeks ago.

Think I've done enough of your job
for you?

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I dropped by the morgue.
I got something off Corwin's body.

- Is it what we thought?
- I took a preliminary look at it.

- I think we have a big problem.
- How soon can you get here?

Corwin's dead.

I'm not sure you're the best judge of that,
Mark.

I mean, you thought I was dead too.

Always been a bit of an optimist.

You want to know who told her to send
you and Reese to China...

...you'd have to ask her really loudly.

Shame. Guess you'll have to run
a few more errands for me.

I gotta tell you. Our line of work,
you meet a lot of disturbed people.

But you, Kara?
You were always in a class all by yourself.

Be careful.

Wouldn't want to hurt my feelings.

We might forget you down here.

It's time we went for that beer.

I need to wrap things up here.

Things here can wait.

Does it have to be beer?