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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.

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This is Agent Bouchard.

We have a suspect in custody

but have not recovered
the artifact.

I believe our thief
is still at large.

Ah, welcome back,
Mr. Reese.

I see your time in Italy
was a sartorial success.

What can I say?

New suit, new man.

New number.

Welcome back.

I do wish we had time
for a homecoming,

but we just received one
about an hour ago.

Meet Kelly Lin.

Born in Shanghai,
raised mostly abroad,

and recently immigrated
to the US,

or so says her visa paperwork.

She naturalized as a citizen
six months ago.

- Is she a spy?
- Certainly possible.

Right now, she's working
as a professional

event planner in the city.

Based on her international
reputation, she's quite good.

I found her resume online.

Impeccable references.

Easiest way to get close
to an event planner

is to attend an event.

AWOL and air travel,
and he hasn't missed a beat.

Ms. Lin has been hired to run
the new exhibit opening

at the Metropolitan
Museum Of History.

A bit of clever computer work

put Ms. Shaw on
the platinum guest list.

I'm a sucker for
watered-down booze

and a mini-quiche.

As a donor who RSVP'd,

you'll be my plus-one,
Mr. Reese.

Black tie optional.

I'll steam my tux.

And oil my--

Finch, where's my spare weapon?

I moved it to the history
section a week ago.

Update your arsenal, John.

It appears that the storm
has yet to pass, Mr. Reese.

Will you be needing
an umbrella?

Only if it doubles
as a tactical weapon, Finch.

I'll give this one
to Ms. Shaw.

I'll just make a dash for it.

Hand-sewn button holes,

including one on the lapel.

Impeccable craftsmanship.

I see that Gianni
has spared no detail.

Oh, I gotta raise my game up

if I gotta be seen
with you, Finch.

It's just like
a shoelace, Mr. Reese.

I find that it helps
if you practice on a leg

or a collarless neck
if you're out of practice.

I can field strip
a .45 upside down

in the dark, Finch.

I think I can handle a bow tie.

Of course.

Is it butterfly or batwing?

Never mind, take your time.

Hate to interrupt this
mildly erotic moment, gents,

but the invitation advises us
not to be late.

What?

Well, I see you've
updated your arsenal, Shaw.

Oh, I can work it,

along with the .380
I've got in my handbag.

So watch it.

Can we go now?

Special exhibit, Finch?

A partnership of museums
around the world

loaned some of
their most significant

cultural artifacts to use
in this one single exhibit.

Something like that
doesn't happen often.

Abomination.

Misappropriation.

Sounds pretty aggressive
out there.

They believe that
cultural artifacts

belong to the cultures
they came from.

Sounds like a bunch of
hippies and art nerds to me.

Still, they could
be a threat to Kelly.

She is running the event.

Speak of the devil.

Kelly, what am I hearing?

I've got head of security
on my ass

about coolers of dry ice
in the event space.

Yes, sir, I've heard that too.

I don't have a PO for those.

I think it was
a shipping mistake.

I won't pay for the mistake.

I spoke to my suppliers,

the museum won't
be charged a dime.

Plus, they've offered
to upgrade

tonight's champagne selection

from yellow label to rose.

Oh. Well...
I do enjoy a nice rose.

Oh, my. Dear?

Finch, there's no sign
of danger in here,

not counting the shrimp puffs.

That was an impressive move.

Saved me having
to get paramedics in here.

Right place, right time.

Do you know who he was?

Warren Zimm,
big-time investment banker.

Think, that whole empire
down the drain.

From one cunning shellfish.

Mm-hmm.

You know, you have
a beautiful accent,

and I have an ear for it,
but I can't place it.

Where are you from originally?

I spent a few years
in a Hong Kong,

some international schooling.

Since then,
I've picked up traces

from a little bit
of everywhere.

Huh.

Well, enjoy the rest
of your evening.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Kelly's good in this crowd.

Charming, casually evasive.

Who would want to
put a bull's-eye on her?

We don't know that
anyone did, yet.

Wren, Harold.

Of course, Harold Wren
and guest.

Please keep these on tonight,

to show you're all checked in.

Oh, my, he's gorgeous.

Fancy stuff, fancy guests.

A job like this
could give Kelly

access to all of them,

and maybe all of their
dirty little secrets.

Mr. Reese,
do you know what this is?

It's the Nowell Codex.

It's over 1,000 years old.

Yeah, it's beautiful,
but I think

we should keep our eyes
on the prize in here,

don't you think?

Everyone, everyone,

there seems to be a problem.

Please stay
where you are until the lights--

- Mr. Reese?
- I'm on it.

Excuse me.
Pardon me.

Excuse me.

Finch, they're dry ice bombs,

packed in airtight coolers
with water.

And the perfect smoke screen.

But who delivered them
to the museum?

It could be the protestors.

I don't think so, Ms. Shaw.

I think someone's trying

to make off with the Cezanne.

Hey, stop!

Got it, Finch.

Right place, right time?

I guess we're both liars, huh?

Boys, you're not
gonna believe this,

but I know who the thief is.

I'm sorry, miss, crime scene.

Officer, I was just
working this event

when boom, smoke, chaos.

People were running, screaming.

I got swept out the door
without my bag.

Sir, please--

Whoa, miss, it's 1:00 AM.

What can I do
to make you stop talking?

Let me get my bag.

I promise,
I won't touch anything

or bump into any of your
NCCSI guys, I swear.

I remember what table

the staff put their bags under.

Let me know
if you find Kelly's.

I hope in the rush
she forgot it,

after she grabbed
that painting.

I'll do you one better, Finch.

I got her bag and her computer.

Of course, she
went for the Cezanne.

She has good taste.

I've been hunting her
for Interpol

for over a year.

Female, 25 to 35
of Asian ethnicity,

I believe Chinese.

That's all
anyone can say, really.

No one's ever gotten
a good look at her face.

I almost had her in Dubai
six months ago.

I came to New York
following a passport of hers,

dead end,

when I got this call.

She's hard to track.

She uses accomplices,
vagrants that she pays off

if they'll do
a little jail time.

She kills them after, you see?

Tell your detectives
to be ready.

Anywhere this woman goes,
bodies follow.

You hear that about decoys
and dead accomplices?

Kelly's dangerous.

The guard is still alive.

And we haven't seen her
hurt anyone seriously yet.

But if we received her number,

it could just be
a matter of time.

I already looked,
waste of time.

Everything on there
supports her cover

as an event planner.

Shipping orders, receipts,
that kind of thing.

If she ditched it,
it's worthless.

Maybe it's not about
what's on the device,

but rather where it's been.

All portable devices
have GPS chips these days.

If we're trying
to track her down,

it will likely be
some place she frequents.

There, down on Pearl Street.

A bar called,
The Purloined Letter.

That's appropriate.

Let's go see who Kelly
meets for drinks.

Given our proximity
and the likelihood that

Kelly is in that bar,

I can use software to bluejack

every phone line in the place.

- Dude, I'm telling you--
- No.

Excuse me, excuse me,
can I get a beer, please?

- No.
- But I just can't get her out of my--

- No.
- I got the painting.

Wait, I found her.

It's definitely Kelly.

The guys I put
you in touch with,

you get what you wanted,
the ice?

It was where it needed to be.

I had to hurt a guard, Cyril.

He should've stayed
out of the way.

Your Cezanne.

Satisfied?

Only if you are, milacku.

We're done here.

Hey.

I've been all around the world.
So have you.

But you're far from done.

My associates in Prague
are appreciative

of all your work.

But this next job--

this next job
is a masterpiece, Jiao.

You have everything
to gain from it

and just as much to lose.

Then I shouldn't waste
any more time talking to you.

She used a key, Finch.

At least we know she isn't
robbing the place.

I think I found
Kelly's apartment--

only one without a name.

In the bar,
the man Kelly was meeting

called her Jiao.

We know that "Kelly Lin,
Event Planner" is a dead end.

Let's take a look
into Jiao Lin.

It seems there are
a number of sites with data

relating to a former
Olympic gymnast

Jiao Lin, who competed
for the Chinese National Team.

She won a silver medal
at 2000 Olympic Games.

China had a fine showing
in gymnastics that year.

You remember those games?

Sydney, wasn't it?

How old was she?

Barely a teenager.

She was later cut
from the Chinese roster

while practicing
in the Czech Republic

for the World Championships.

No reasons given
for her termination.

So what happened
that turned Kelly

from a world-class athlete
to a world-class criminal?

Perhaps we should
do a little recon

in Kelly's apartment
when she steps away, Mr. Reese.

I'm inside Kelly's apartment,
Finch.

No sign of our girl.

Looks... kind of
like my place, actually.

Kelly's handler spoke
of a "Last job," Ms. Shaw.

If Kelly's likely
to hurt someone,

we need to find out
when and where

the job takes place
before it's too late.

If I were gonna hide plans

for my ultra-slick heist--

Kelly's got street maps
of the city here,

with an intersection marked.

I'm sending you some artwork.

It's a narrow side street,

several subway stops
in the vicinity.

It sounds to me like
a good choke point

with multiple escape routes.

I think we found the location
of Kelly's next job.

That's not all we found.

I've got research here,

something about a Bible--
the Gutenberg Bible?

The Gutenberg Bible?

It's on a world tour.

It's leaving New York tomorrow
for Venice, Italy.

It's in transit right now.

Spike strip.

Finch, I think Kelly's about
to do something really violent.

You don't know
what you're doing.

I guess I was
in the right place

at the right time again.

I needed to stop them.

Now it's too late.

Answer it.

Cyril.

How did it go?

I didn't get it.

Excuse me. For a moment,
I thought you said

you didn't get it.

I didn't get the Bible, Cyril.

But I still can.

I'll think of something.

Do you have any idea
what's at stake,

how much money
we're talking about?

My associates in Prague
don't take kindly

to people who welch
on their debt.

Let me remind you.

Mommy, is that you?

It's me, Kai.

It's me, baby.

Did I just hear
the word "Mommy"?

Oh, we've made
a terrible mistake.

I don't know why you had

to make it so hard on yourself.

Got a feisty one here, Finch.

You two play nice.

I'm just gonna
sit over here with my gun.

Ms. Lin, you're not
going to believe me,

but I'm someone
who helps people.

Like you helped my daughter.

I know a lot about you,
your Olympic career.

You don't know anything.

I'd like to know more,
if you'd permit.

You don't seem to commit crimes

of your own volition.

But you also don't seem
to mind doing it, either.

I'm guessing it's
been a while, if ever,

since you were desperate
or hungry.

I hid the pregnancy
as long as I could.

When I started to show,
I knew it was all over.

Made my way to Europe--
no money, no skills.

Gymnastics wouldn't
feed my baby.

I pawned my silver medal
for the medical care

to give birth.

Then I broke back
into the same pawn shop

and stole a watch.

I stole to feed my newborn.

I didn't know it was a front
for criminals.

And they tracked you down?

They wanted me to pay my debt,

and I guess they had an opening

on their team for a thief.

You could've said no.

They took Kai from me.

I didn't have a choice.

They promised to send her

just as soon
as the work was done.

And what about
the people you killed?

What are you talking about?

There's an Interpol agent
close on your trail.

He seems to think that
you've left behind

quite a body count.

Cyril--
it had to have been.

He-- he hires those people--

the decoys, vagrants.

He must take care of them

after I finish a job
and leave town.

He's a monster.

I didn't know anyone
had been hurt, I swear.

And the Bible was
the last thing

you needed to get for them?

It's too late.

I had to grab it in transit.

It's protected now.

Outfit called
Symmetric Security Solutions.

Cyril and his partners
aren't patient men,

and I don't know what
they'll do to Kai.

Symmetric Security
is based in the UK,

but they have
a corporate office here.

That's where they took it,
you're sure?

I'm sure.
It's downtown.

I've seen it,
the building's a fortress.

Finch, what are you doing?

Just a little research,

seeing how accessible
Symmetric's building is.

Have you considered the option

that we could
go rescue the girl?

Kai is halfway
around the world, Ms. Shaw.

How long would that take?

A while, but--

And what if she doesn't
have a while?

I think we have
only one option here.

We need to
get the Bible ourselves.

Fine...
I'll cut the thief loose.

I already cut myself loose.

Okay, Symmetric
Security Solutions.

We need to know who designed

the building and their offices.

We'll need someone
to help secure

architectural designs,

steal them if we have to,

then develop our operation--

Or just call someone
from the NYPD

with friends in security,

who can get you
those kinds of things.

Yeah, that's right,
I know people.

Hey, this is a nice place.

Symmetric Security's offices
occupy the top five floors

of a 70-story tower
in the financial district.

At precisely 1800 hours,

business operations cease,

whereupon all stair
and elevator traffic

is locked out, leaving
a lone service elevator

in the secured parking garage

as the only way to get
to the upper floors.

From the inside.

This is not your average
security company.

When it comes to thieves,

their motto
is "Deter or eliminate."

The Symmetric floor
is protected

by armed guards and
panoramic hemisphere cameras

with 360-degree coverage.

The Bible will be held
on the 70th floor,

in one of six secure rooms

where they keep
high-value items.

Sadly, there's no way
to know which room

they'll hold our item.

Whatever the room,
it's certain to be guarded

by a biometric fingerprint scan

which can detect the prints
on all five fingertips

and also the user's body heat.

Inside the rooms,
there are IR motion sensors

and an 8-foot-tall cage,

alarmed and electrified,
that surrounds the object.

The cages themselves
have perimeter sensors

that can detect movement
within 20 feet.

Just your average
walk in the park.

They're the best
in the business.

Whoever's running this company

is on top of their game.

And no doubt
love their reputation.

I think it's time I met
with someone at Symmetric.

Okay.

This is Agent Bouchard
speaking.

This is Detective
Lionel Fusco with the NYPD

down here at
the Eighth Precinct.

I was in the village
running down a lead

on some stolen property
for a larceny case.

I saw someone who
matched the description

of an Interpol notice
you have up.

Chinese woman,
late 20s, early 30s.

You hunting down a thief
or something?

I am, Detective.
What do you need from me?

Well, uh, you know,
I'm stretched a little thin.

But if you wanted, you could go

sit on the apartment.

If you get anything juicy,

you could slip it
back to me here.

Uh, yes.
Merci.

What is the address?

I got a report of a stolen car
in the area.

The description
matches this one.

That's impossible.

This car belongs to

the security company
I work for.

I'm the supervisor.

Here, check it out.

Based on the prints
I'm getting,

I can tell this guy doesn't
wash his hands very much.

That's informative, Detective.

I'll have a nice set
of latent prints in a few.

Not bad, Lionel.

Finch, you find anything else
about Cyril

or the Czechs holding the girl?

Speculation, mostly.

This syndicate
covers their tracks.

Based on theft records
and news articles,

I believe they're part
of an extortion scheme

that targets culturally
significant artifacts

and forces Kelly to steal them.

Then they sell them
to the highest bidder

or back to the owner.

That's a guaranteed market.

The Saudi Royal family
is no doubt interested

in a jeweled dagger

belonging to an ancestor.

And the administration
of the Louvre

might pay handsomely
under the table

to recover an artwork

stolen from them
in the first place.

Do we think we can trust her?
Kelly?

To pull off this last job?

I hear ya, Mr. Reese,

but we don't have
another alternative.

And just because we didn't
receive Kai's number

doesn't mean we can't
protect her too.

Our plan is to get the book
and save the girl.

What happens if the Czechs
pull out

on their end of things?

Working on that, Mr. Reese.

Pardon.

I finally found you.

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

Who are you?

We both know exactly
who each other are.

You were good,
I'll give you that.

They laughed at me
when I told them

who I was after, at Interpol.

I've bagged so many thieves
in so many countries,

but you, I thought
I'd chase you forever.

You can't prove anything.

And yet, here we are.

Trust me.

Whatever you cook up next,

I'll be right behind you

with a SWAT team
and a set of shackles.

Hook, line, and sinker.

This is Supervisor Farrow.

What can I do for you,
Agent Bouchard?

I have reason to believe
an attempt will be made

on an item at your location,
a very old book.

A Bible.
You have to believe me.

Your credentials
have been authenticated,

only reason we're talking.

What do you think we should do?

Take the threat
very, very seriously.

We'll initiate
default security measure 202,

which automatically
moves an object

to the central room
of our secure floor

for safer keeping.

Jackpot, Finch.

You can tell everyone we have
an exact location

for the Bible now.

Then it's time to go to work.

Everything's
in place, Mr. Reese.

We just need our man
on the inside.

I'm on it.

Let's just say I've worked

in high-level security
for the past 15 years.

Do you know what a KN2
krytron switch tube is?

For argument's sake,
let's say that I don't.

But the United States government
requires me to say

that transportation
of any contraband

or illegal substance--

Drop the fine print, pal.

From what I hear,
there hasn't been

a transport invented
that your company

Symmetric Security
cannot handle.

Especially when money
is no object.

A krytron is a cold-cathode
gas tube,

commonly used in triggers
on nuclear weapons.

And if our company never
looks inside the transport,

we're never made aware
of any illegal activity.

Why don't I buy us
another drink?

Okay, let's make it

just a little warmer
around there.

Your case will be safer here
than Fort Knox, Mr. Wiley.

Mr. Zappo, it's after hours.

And I'm a property
resource manager

with a high-value client
standing beside me.

So you'll stand aside.

Well, you'll need to sign in.

Do you really
have nuclear triggers

in that briefcase?

No.

I'm in, Finch.

Can someone kill those alarms?

Reset the alarms.

And someone call the NYPD

to come and collect our friend.

Ms. Shaw, I
believe that's your cue.

You have 45 seconds
until the alarms reset.

Garage, there's a 5-0
at the gate,

here for the prisoner.

He said he was in the area.

This the guy?

He's all yours.

They fell for it.

Where to next?

Take me to JFK,
private charter terminal.

I should start charging fares.

Oh, don't forget
to give each finger

a good lick
before you scan them.

Excuse me?

Saliva will simulate sweat

and fake out
the body heat feature.

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Ms. Shaw, I
created a three-minute

surveillance loop
on the camera feed.

The rest is up to you.

Your guy is sure
his computer trick

killed the motion sensors?

Yeah.

Something about turning up
ambient air temperature

to match our skin temperatures.

Let's hope he's right.

Well, he's always right.

Damn, it's hot in here.

_

Agent Bouchard, I see you
took me up on the offer.

Thank you for
letting me check in.

Would it be possible for me

to actually see the Bible?

No need.
We already had someone

make a run at the book tonight.

Did you arrest her?

It was a guy.
A big guy.

The thief Interpol
is after is a woman,

I'm sure of it--

a woman who uses male decoys.

Look, Frenchie, we handled it.

I promise.
Everything's under control.

My hands are sweating.

Well, make them stop.

Farrow, have you been up
on the 70th

- since we nailed that guy?
- What?

No, I've been here with you
the entire time since.

Well, the computer's saying
your fingerprints were used

three minutes ago to open
a secure room up there.

All security teams,
converge on the 70th floor.

This is not a drill!
Let's go!

We're too late.

I liaised with the NYPD.

They're using every
able resource to track.

Yes, sir, oui.

I'll be on a plane tonight.

Hang up the phone
and get in the car.

We didn't steal the Bible,
Agent Bouchard,

we merely borrowed it...
a bit.

Services rendered.

No more jobs.

Did you hear me, Cyril?

I'm out.

My debt is paid

to you and your Prague friends.

I want my daughter.

I'm done with this life.

And I'm done with you.

You've brought us millions

over the years, Jiao,
tens of millions.

Why end such a good thing?

You see, you stop
working for us

when I say you do.

And if you ever
try to run on me,

I'll get my money's worth,

out of you or
out of your daughter.

Don't you touch her.

Kai? She's in a luxury spa

compared to where
I could send her.

Do you want to know?

Do what you must, but I thought

you should hear the truth.

This is Agent Bouchard,

Interpol Special Crimes
Directorate.

I need to speak
with my NYPD liaison.

How about a little reminder?

Can you just let her be, Cyril?

You have to realize,
you're property

and your daughter's property.

And you will be,
as long as--

What the hell is going on?

Slight change of plans, Cyril.

Kai, I'm a friend
of your mother's.

I'm here to take you home.

You're safe now.

Who was that?
In the video?

A friend.

I wanted to kill you
a long time ago.

But they said
you were too useful.

Not anymore!

NYPD!
Down on the ground!

Hands up!

Hey, Officer, I got this one.

I used to hate those colors.

It usually meant
I needed to run.

Well, Kelly can't run anymore.

What do you think happens next?

Mr. Reese will be
bringing Kai

back safely to the US

and a very wealthy alias
of mine is sponsoring

her citizenship
to help speed things along.

And Kelly?

Kelly broke the law,
repeatedly.

And to end this situation,
we had to

bring in Agent Bouchard.

So for better or worse,

her fate is in his hands now.

You got five minutes.

Unfortunately, since you
are a legal US citizen,

I can't do what I really want

and extradite you
back to Europe.

And there is so much
I have you on.

40 counts of art
and antiquities theft,

and illicit trafficking
in 20 countries.

I could put you away
for a lifetime

on half the continents
in the world,

regardless of the duress

you were under at the time.

I'm a hero with Interpol now.

I recovered the Bible
and took down a cell

of Czech extortionists
in Prague.

Don't know how I did that,
but I'll take credit.

I couldn't do anything wrong
now if I tried.

I always thought
it was a shame.

My life of crime?

No.

Your life before that.

I always thought
you deserved the gold.

Please, thank your friends
for helping

to get Kai to safety.

You're both safe

now that Cyril and his thugs
ended up in jail...

or the Emergency Room.

I wonder if I'll make it
in the real world.

The only thing I was good at
was gymnastics

and stealing.

Mm.

The only thing I was good at
was killing people,

but I'm workin' on it.

How about you just try
being a mom?

Oh, my--

- Kai!
- Mommy!

Oh, my God, my baby.

I missed you so much.

How are you?
Are you okay?

We're gonna go home.

Yes, we are.

How about Fort Knox?

Think we could take Fort Knox?

You thinking about doing this
professionally, Lionel?

- I mean, you never know.
- I don't know, Detective.

Gold is difficult
to move efficiently

and not worth its weight
in untrustworthy markets.

Now diamonds--

All I'm saying is,
we all make a pretty good team.

There's one teammate missing.

How about the crown jewels?

Sync and corrections by n17t01
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