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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.

Crimes the government
considered irrelevant.

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

But I needed a partner.

Help!

Somebody help me!

Please!

I'm locked onto
Ms. McNabb's position.

She's two blocks from you
being pursued north

on Avenue D.

Ah!

Are you there?

Now she's moving west
on Fifth Street

heading toward--
Oh, dear.

Ah!

Where are you?
There's no more time!

You have to do something!

No.

Please!

Relax, Finch.

I'm here.

Haley's safe.

Who are you?

Protector of the innocent.

Heard you could use
some protecting.

Your embezzling boss
didn't like the idea

of you testifying
against him in court,

so sent this joker
to make sure it didn't happen.

Mr. Dillinger.

Didn't he send two hit men
after Ms. McNabb?

Last one, I promise.

I hope the threats required
an ambulance.

And not a coroner.

I can't believe
that you saved my life.

Don't mention it.

You've had
a very traumatic experience.

You probably shouldn't be
on your own right now.

I don't know about you, Haley,
but I could use a drink.

It's Saturday, Finch.

The numbers never stop coming,
Mr. Dillinger.

I believe
I told you that up front.

Guy could use a little R&R
once in a while.

You ever think about getting
someone else in the rotation?

You are the rotation.

And it's time to get to work.

Oh, and Mr. Dillinger.

The next time
an attractive woman wants

to thank you
for saving her life,

a simple "You're welcome"
should suffice.

Who was that?

My boss.

Needs me to put in
some overtime.

Thanks for getting me
out of trouble.

Thanks for getting
into trouble.

It's not good for you to be

in here all day
by yourself, Harold.

You ever think
about getting a dog?

Oh, thank you, but I'm afraid
I don't drink coffee.

No, it's tea--
black chai.

That is your poison, right?

It's sencha green, actually.

Well, close enough.

Seeing as how the only thing
I know about you is your name--

which isn't really your name.

All you need to know about me,
Mr. Dillinger,

is that I pay you
to stop bad things

before they happen.

Now, are we ready
to get started?

Long as the check's clear.

Daniel Casey.

Born and raised
in Tucson, Arizona.

He got into Cal Poly's
Computer Science Program,

but dropped out
a year before graduating.

Must you do that?

Oh, you like this?

I call her "Greta."

Blackwater souvenir.

If only she'd cook me dinner.

Casey's somewhat of a loner.
No family to speak of.

He freelances with various
tiger teams around the country.

Is that as exciting
as it sounds?

Companies use tiger teams

to test their security systems
for weaknesses,

which they can find
by hacking in themselves.

So the answer's no.

Casey's infiltrated
numerous companies

over the years.

Perhaps he saw something
that he wasn't supposed to see.

Or stole something
he wasn't supposed to.

Two months ago,

Casey canceled his phone
and cable subscriptions,

and he hasn't made
a single bank transaction since.

Well, I hate to say it, Finch,
but this guy could be dead.

I appreciate your optimism,
Mr. dillinger,

but I'm certain that he's alive

because I've received
his number.

Ah, yes, the numbers.

You know, one day,
you're gonna have to tell me

how you get your divine intel.

So how do we find Casey?

If Mr. Casey's
in some kind of trouble,

he may attempt
to contact old friends.

This is Lester Strickland.

Casey worked for him
upon occasion.

According
to his Connectroid profile,

Strickland spends Saturdays
at a bar watching horse races.

That might be a place to start.

Do I look
like the equestrian type?

I'm sure
you'll figure something out.

Hey, pal, give me
your best lager.

Word is "I am Spartacus"

is favored to win ten to one.

He better, I just dropped
two Gs on him.

Wow, you're a braver man
than I.

To "I am Spartacus."

I shouldn't
even be here right now.

My boss is breaking my balls,
making me work weekends.

You ought to get into business
for yourself, my friend.

Answer to no one.

What's your trade?

- I, uh, I audit security systems.
- Yeah?

You know, I got a buddy of mine
in that industry.

Maybe you two
have crossed paths.

His name's Daniel Casey.

Mr. dillinger,
what are you doing?

- Casey, huh?
- Yeah.

Yeah, we went to Cal Poly
together way back when.

So, you know him?

I'm afraid not.

But if I do run into him,
I'll tell him you said hello.

What'd you say your name was?

I didn't.

_

Admit it, Finch.

You were surprised
when I brought up Cal Poly.

Didn't think
I was listening, did you?

I was more surprised
by how direct you were

regarding Mr. Casey.

Is it necessary
to be so intimidating?

We don't get to Casey
until Strickland calls him.

He's not gonna do that
unless he's spooked.

And if he calls Mr. Casey,
no doubt he'll tell him

to steer clear of you.

You don't like the
way I do things,

you're more than welcome to come
get dirty in the trenches.

How 'bout that?

And there we go.

Hello?

Daniel, what the hell
did you get yourself into?

They came to
see you, didn't they?

Yeah, some Neanderthal claiming
to be an old pal of yours.

And he wasn't the only one.

About an hour ago, some couple--
a man and a woman--

stopped me outside
my coffee joint,

asking if I'd seen you.

Never been so
popular in my life.

I'll stay scarce
until the meeting.

All right, well, I'll have
that package ready for you

by tomorrow in case you need it.

Thanks, Lester.

You're the only friend
I have right now.

Keep your head down, kid.

What do you think
that package was?

Mr. Strickland's area of
expertise is false documents.

It may be that he's creating
a fake identity for Mr. Casey.

Casey's trying to hide
from someone.

Sounds like that
couple Strickland mentioned

might be after him.

And they have a head start.

Yeah, but they don't have
the Finch-inator on their side

working his hacker mojo.

The number that strickland
dialed is a prepaid cell phone.

If I can access the carrier
that it belongs to,

I may be able to elicit
GPS coordinates.

Where the hell'd you learn
to do all that stuff anyway?

As I've said before,
Mr. dillinger,

I'm a very private person.

Yeah.

Mr. Casey's signal
still hasn't moved.

It may be time
to start looking for him

inside the hotel.

Short of getting me a job
as a bellhop,

I don't know how I'll find him.

And how can you be sure
that the other party

hasn't already
found him inside?

'Cause I think
I just made them outside.

Strickland said
a man and a woman, right?

There are 8 million people
in this city.

The thing about operators,
we can smell our own.

Plus they haven't moved
since I got here.

Yeah, trust me, Finch.

I just found our threat.

Sync and corrections by n17t01
www.addic7ed.com

I'm sending you a photo
of the couple, Finch.

Can't you do some sort of
facial matching thing online?

It's not quite that simple,
Mr. dillinger.

Though it may not matter.

That man is CIA.

Mind telling me
how you know that?

It's a long story.

But whatever trouble
Mr. Casey's gotten into,

it involves
the United States government.

And what I can tell you
about that man is

he's highly efficient.

Are you sure
they haven't made you as well?

Please, Finch.
You hired me for a reason.

Give me a little more credit
than that.

Maybe, if we finish early,

Mark will let us stay in town
an extra day or two.

Never pictured you

as a Rockefeller
ice-skating type, Kara.

I was thinking more like...

take over the drug trade
for Christmas,

burn it down by New Year's.

That sounds like
a hell of a party.

You got plans?

Going back to stalking
the ex-girlfriend again?

Thinking more like Aruba.

Something about
killing a citizen

makes me wanna
kick back on a beach.

I'm not ready to see you
in a speedo.

And don't consider Daniel Casey
a citizen.

He waived that right
when he stole state secrets.

They still want us
to take his teeth?

Proof of death.

Couple molars should do it.

DNA swab's a lot easier
to get through airport security

than a whole bag full of teeth.

I don't make the rules.

It looks like we've got another
problem across the street.

That tall drink of water?

I got a Christmas list
of ways to dispose of him.

He's not one of ours.

Looks local,
not foreign government.

My guess?
Private military.

Merc.

Maybe Casey hired some muscle.

Think we should
take him out first?

Let's keep him in play.

See what he does.

If he's a problem,
we'll put him in the ground

along with Casey.

I got eyes on Casey, Finch,

but your friends from the
government have a jump on him.

You need to get to Casey
before they do, Mr. dillinger.

Yeah, I'm aware
of the stakes, thank you.

They're not gonna ghost him
on a public street.

Way too many people.

Scratch that.

This guy might be crazier
than I thought.

Finch, I think
it's happening now.

False alarm.

Guy was just planting
a bug on him.

Casey just ducked into a cafe.

Could be the meeting
he was talking about.

Lost sight
of Ozzie and Harriet.

Since they have
ears on Mr. Casey,

could be listening from
a more advantageous position.

Yeah, well, I'm in
a pretty primo spot myself.

And we now have ears of our own.

Daniel Casey?

Red cap, right?

Ian Banks, SSCI.

We spoke on the phone.
May I sit?

SSCI, Finch?

Senate Select
Committee on Intelligence.

Ian Banks may be
a congressional staffer.

If you wanted to report a crime

that pertained
to national security,

SSCI would be one way to go.

Our conversation
was vague at best

so right now I'd like to know
a little bit more

about what you saw.

What I saw?

I'm new at this,
so help me out, okay?

How are you gonna protect me?

Witness Protection?
Get me out of the country?

What's the--
what's the protocol?

We have measures in place
to ensure your safety.

But they'll take time.

Making someone disappear

isn't as easy
as snapping your fingers.

It is for me.

I'm not exactly the guy
everyone's gonna wonder about

at their high school reunion.

And probably why this group
picked me in the first place.

If we're to proceed,

you'll need to tell me more
about that group.

Look at it from my position.

We get calls all the time
from folks reporting crimes

committed by our government.

Do you have any proof
of illegal activity?

Anything in your possession
at all?

I need assurances.

Okay?

Whatever comes out on this,
my name isn't anywhere near it.

Guarantee that and my safety
or I walk.

Anonymity and safety,
guaranteed.

But for that
to mean anything, Mr. Casey...

you have to trust me.

You're right.

When was the SSCI created?

- What?
- The year.

Tell me that
and we leave together.

Finch, have you got
a photo of Banks?

Sending you one now.

If this is Ian Banks, then who
the hell is Casey talking to?

Time's up.

Mr. Casey, this isn't--

Forget it, okay?

None of this feels right,
you don't feel right.

You follow me,
I'll make sure you regret it.

I'll say this for Casey,
he's got good instincts.

He's making a beeline
for the back exit.

Which quite possibly leads
into the arms of the CIA.

You need to acquire him now.

Hey, wait!

Casey!

Thank you.

I thought for a second you
were gonna make me chase you.

Attracting a lot of attention,
shouting like that.

Who are you?

I'm security detail.
This man's my client.

You mind telling me
what this is all about?

- Excuse me, I--
- Shut up and let me save your life.

You should really
put your weapon on the ground.

Why the hell would I do that?

For starters, you just
lost possession of your client.

You mercs are all the same.

You never think things through.

Mr. dillinger,
are you all right?

Peachy.

Got a couple of party crashers

led by the man formerly known
as Ian Banks.

One chump left.

Well, that got interesting.

Where's Casey?

"Powers That Be"
aren't gonna be happy.

Powers That Be sold Casey
as a traitor.

So why was he meeting

with someone
he thought was government?

Don't know.

That guy wasn't government,
though.

Can't hurt to ask him
a few questions.

Can't hurt us, anyway.

I've got Casey, Finch.

Now you wanna tell me how
you knew those two were CIA?

All that matters now
is figuring out why

Mr. Casey is in trouble
and how we can help him.

- Who are you talking to?
- None of your business.

Why don't you start
by telling me

what you did that pissed
so many people off?

Really?
After all that?

You'd be a chalk outline
without me.

I'm sorry, it's just...

I don't know who you are.

Yeah?

Well, I know
all about you, Danny.

College dropout.

No family, at least none
that can help you.

You're alone
with nowhere to run.

Mr. dillinger, that's enough.

The friends you got ain't
keeping you alive! I am!

And in five seconds I'm
throwing you back to the wolves

unless you tell me
why I'm sticking my neck out

to save yours.

Okay, okay, okay.

Two months ago,

I got a call from someone
in the government.

They wanted me to test
a secret system of theirs

for weaknesses.

They threw me in a bunker

somewhere
in the Pacific Northwest.

It was the most advanced,
complex system I'd ever seen.

For weeks, I tried breaking
into this damn machine, until--

Mr. dillinger!

Get Mr. Casey off the streets!
Immediately.

What's got you spooked
all of a sudden?

Do what I tell you!

Take him to the safest place
you can think of,

and keep him there!

Let's move.

Mr. dillinger, have you found
a safe place for Mr. Casey?

You could say that.

No, no, no,
you can't bring him here.

You have to take him
somewhere else.

Somewhere Mr. and Mrs. Smith
can find him?

The people looking for him
cannot discover this location.

Maybe you missed a few beats,
but it's a war zone outside.

Anyway, you can untwist
your shorts,

because I made sure
nobody followed us.

Are you positive about that?

I need to sit down.

- I need...
- Get our friend a chair.

This is like a nightmare.

I don't understand any of it.

Who are you people?

You can call me Harold.

And this is my partner
Mr. dillinger.

It may not seem like it,
but we're here to help you.

Can I get you some tea?

Hey.

Until now,
this job has been nothing

but damsels and bankers.

Casey has grade "a"
government hit men after him.

Hit men you know.

What the hell are we
up against here, Harold?

Your guess is as good as mine.

I'll speak with Mr. Casey
after he's calmed down a bit.

Perhaps we'd all be best served
by your going outside

and securing the perimeter

to be certain
that you weren't followed.

You got it, boss.

Am I interrupting?

No ma'am.

Perhaps you could elaborate

on how a stealth operation
to eliminate a liability

turned into a gunfight
in the middle of Manhattan.

We had no reason to suspect

another party knew
about Daniel Casey.

You mean you got caught
with your pants down.

And now Casey has a bodyguard?

At this moment,
the Agency has no intel.

Another reason why we should
have taken care of this

in-house.

Our teams are nearly online.

CIA kills Casey because
they think he's a traitor.

Northern Lights
stays protected.

If Casey would have done
his job

and we had access
to Northern Lights,

we could find him
in a heartbeat.

Or anyone else, for that matter.

All due respect, ma'am.

We might not be
in this situation

if we hadn't killed
Nathan Ingram.

Who better to provide
unfettered access to the source

than the man who built it?

Nathan Ingram
outlived his usefulness.

And he was dealt with
accordingly.

You might consider him
a cautionary tale.

Why don't you
make yourself useful?

Put this mess to bed
by morning.

Here's the problem.

My supervisor wants
this wrapped up ASAP.

If you don't start talking,
my partner will get involved.

You don't want to interrupt her
while she's eating.

Who do you work for?

And what do you want
with Daniel Casey?

Good cop, bad cop?

Don't make me laugh.

If I wasn't in this chair...

I'd snap your neck like a twig.

Tried to warn you pal.

There's just one minor problem
with that.

You are in the chair.

God, I love this stuff.

You know what I like the most?

Can't get enough of it.

Rad.

Excuse me?

Your setup.

I've never seen a unix
variant like that before.

- It's rad.
- Thank you.

But I don't see
your battery backup.

What happens
when the power goes out?

The library is powered
by a few gas generators

scattered around the building.

As long as there's fuel,
the lights stay on.

Off the grid.

Looks like I came
to the right place.

You seem to know your way around
systems pretty well, Mr. Casey.

I grew up in Tucson.

You gotta do something
to pass the time.

I started coding
when I was ten.

I could debug a system easier
than carry a conversation.

Guess I was never much
of a people person.

I'd say you're doing
just fine for now.

But I do know what you mean.

Sometimes people
can be rather complicated.

A computer only does what
you've programmed it to do.

Exactly.

At least that's
what I used to think.

- What's that? - What I spent
the last two months working on.

And probably why
everyone's trying to kill me.

What can you tell me
about the work you were doing

for the government?

Started out as a normal job.

Some system
they wanted me to test.

They put me up in a motel.

No phone, no TV,
guards around the clock.

They'd drive me to and from
the facility blindfolded.

I mean, I didn't even know
what state I was in.

Seems a bit excessive.
All that secrecy.

Yeah, it almost seemed worth it
once I saw the system.

It was the most complicated
layout I'd ever seen.

Not to mention,
the strongest heap of hardware

I've ever tried to breach.

Nothing I threw at it
made a dent.

So you were unable
to find a weakness.

Well, not until
I found something

hidden in the BIOS interface.

A backdoor. Took me straight
into the operating system.

A backdoor.

I was in.

Managed to get a few bits
of code onto the laptop

before the system woke up
and bit me.

It adapted to my hack.
Locked me out.

The code you pulled...

any idea what it was?

It's so advanced
it's almost alien.

I've been able
to isolate a few strings

of nine-digit numbers, but...

no clue what they mean.

What happened after
the system locked you out?

I couldn't shake this feeling

that I wasn't testing
the system.

I was showing the government
how to break into it.

So I told them I was finished,

thanks for the gig.

Then I felt a needle
in my neck.

And I blacked out.

I woke up
in the trunk of a car,

with a suicide note
in my pocket.

Figured they planned
on killing me somewhere

and making it look like
I did it myself.

How did you manage to escape?

Well, the car must have been
going a hundred miles an hour

in the driving rain.

There was an accident.
Bad.

I got out of that car

because it was wrapped
around a pole.

Two guys
in the front were dead.

I grabbed my bag,

took the cash
in their wallets and ran.

Thought I'd be safe
calling the SSCI, but...

we know how that turned out.

That's an incredible story,
Mr. Casey.

It certainly explains
why the CIA is after you.

However, there is the question

of the man you met with
earlier today.

That man went to a great deal
of trouble to meet with you.

We have no idea who he is
or who he works for.

But I think it's safe to say
that the secret work you did

for the government
is no longer secret.

Good evening, Mr. Lambert.

Understand you had difficulty
in acquiring our prize.

CIA acted more aggressively

than we anticipated.

I tried to render Casey
in broad daylight.

Is he in their custody now?

Someone pulled him
out of there.

Private detail,
watching his back.

CIA did, however, capture
one of our operatives.

They're no doubt pressing
him now as to who we are.

I can divert resources
to recover him.

Our people can take care
of themselves.

Right now there's only one man
on the planet of any value,

and that's Daniel Casey.

Very well, sir.

Oh, Mr. Lambert.

Fail me again,
and I'll find someone

more adequate for the task.

Are we clear on this?

We are, Mr. Greer.
Thank you.

This is an original edition
of Shannon and Weaver's

Mathematical Theory
of Communication.

This is...

I believe the word
you're looking for is "rad."

Hey, uh, w-w-what are you doing
with that?

The fraction of code
that you captured here

is not entirely
unfamiliar to me.

I was going to try
to tweak it a bit.

All right, well,
just be careful, okay?

It's the only thing keeping
everyone from killing me.

Besides you.

You're right.

In addition to the government
wanting you dead,

there is also
a second interested party,

about whom we know nothing.

I've arranged for a sale
on the darknet.

- You're gonna give it to them?
- No.

I have a hunch
that the group's concern

lies with the laptop
and not the man carrying it.

If we sell it,
they might call off

their pursuit of you
in favor of finding the code.

Takes care of
one group of psychos,

- but doesn't really help us with the CIA.
- No, it doesn't.

Which is why my partner
is chartering a plane

to fly you safely
out of the country.

Yeah, I won't get too far
without a new identity.

I had a buddy drawing up some
papers for me as a Hail Mary.

Might be wise
to avoid known associates

at this time,
if you can help it.

And, in this case, you can.

I... took the liberty

of creating
a new identity myself.

Also a clean phone.

Sounds like you thought
of everything.

So how long
have you been running?

I mean, look, it's obvious.
This place, your setup.

And I think you know
more about that code

than you're willing to admit.

I know that anyone that
has contact with this system

that you worked on...

either ends up dead...

or they lose so much,
they wish they were.

The truth is,
besides Mr. dillinger,

you're the only person
that's ever been here.

I have to ask you--

No, you don't.

Harold, I owe you my life.

However this shakes out,
they catch me...

I won't tell them anything
about you or this place.

I hope you enjoyed
the warm-up.

'Cause we're about
to run the triathlon.

First event...

"This Little Piggy."

The second one I like
to call...

"Glass Jaw."

Word of advice.

Try not to swallow it.

I'll leave the third one
up to you.

It'd be helpful to think
about which body part

you could live without.

A word.

Ol' ball and chain.

I'll be back.

I recognize that look.

You're about to tell a girl
she can't have any fun.

I'm just waiting for the part
where torturing this guy

helps us find Casey.

I'm just getting started.
Give it time.

Trust me, the way you're
threatening him,

if he was gonna spill,
he'd of done it by now.

Oh, he'll spill.
Whether he talks or not.

That's new.

We should've killed him
hours ago.

At least he took a shot at us.

We don't even know
what Casey's guilty of.

If I didn't know you
any better,

I'd say you were
about to question orders.

No. I'm gonna
reacquire Casey.

And then I'm gonna kill him.

Ready, gentlemen?

Everything all right,
Mr. dillinger?

In a couple of hours
our friend here's

gonna be on a plane to Prague.

- Sencha green.
- Ah, thank you.

I'll need just another hour
to finish Mr. Casey's documents.

Once he's in the air,

I need to fill you in
on some other business

we have to conclude.

Selling Casey's hardware.

I hadn't told you that yet.

I know.

Because you're a very
private person, Harold.

You only share things
when it suits you.

Not a very good deal for me.

Probably wind up dead
if I keep working for you.

I don't know
what's on this puppy,

but I know a lot
of people want it.

So I lined up
a buyer of my own.

Turns out the Chinese
are more than a little curious

to get their hands
on some secret technology.

Mr. dillinger...

what have you done?

You knew I was a shark
when you hired me.

Don't act surprised
when I smell blood in the water.

Stop, st--

There's no plane, is there?

There is.

It's just for me.

You gonna turn me in?

Do I look like I give a damn
about what happens to you?

Why don't you
do what you do best?

Run.

Hello?

Lester, it's me!

- You all right, kid?
- Yeah!

Kinda.
No. Look,

turns out I'm gonna
need those papers after all.

I just got it all in order.
Why don't you

come by the office?
I'll be here.

Suppose
that makes things easier.

You don't have to hurt him.

He's a good man.

He doesn't deserve to die.

A tsunami wipes out
a village in India.

Those are good people
who don't deserve to die.

Your friend is a traitor.

And he's gonna get
everything that's coming to him.

Ohh...

Hello?

- Mr. Casey, are you all right?
- Yeah.

I'd say you still got a few
glitches in your operation.

- Where are you? I'll come and get you.
- No need.

Gonna get my papers from Lester
and disappear.

No, it's too dangerous,
please, Mr. Casey.

I can still get you out.

You've done more than enough.

I'd be dead
if it wasn't for you.

And don't worry.

I won't send you a postcard.

Turn around.

Slowly.

You don't have to do this.

Sure, I do.

Daniel Casey's
an enemy of the state.

A crime punishable by death.

Who were you on the phone with?

None of your business.

You people have taken
enough from me.

You're not getting
anything else.

Any sign of Casey, John?

I've got eyes on him.

Good. I'll secure things here.

What is it they say
about great minds?

Little slow
to the party, fellas.

Keg's tapped.

We have Casey.

Would you consider
a stay of execution?

All I need is a little time
alone with him.

What's your deal with this guy?

I just want to ask him
a few questions.

When I'm done,
he's official property of

the Central Intelligence
Agency.

Everyone gets what they want.

We all walk out of here alive.

Sorry, pal.

For what it's worth,

you were never getting
out of here alive.

Kara?

I'm fine, John.

Caught a little grief
from the suicide squad,

so I had to give it right back.

Killed most of them.

One got away.

Gonna need a few minutes
to sanitize the room.

Oh, no.

What about Casey?

He still sucking air or what?

Not anymore.

I'll dump him in the water
and meet you at the car.

We should get you out of here.

I don't understand.

I've looked into the
eyes of traitors before, Casey.

You're no traitor.

You just look
like a man who's trapped.

You're gonna take the next bus
headed to Maine.

When you arrive in Caribou,

a man will be waiting
to drive you into Canada.

If he tells me
you didn't show up,

I'm gonna come looking for you.

And when I find you,
I'm gonna be in a very bad mood.

Do you understand me?

You get me outta here,
I promise I disappear.

Like a ghost.

Good.

One more thing, Casey.

Boss is gonna need
proof of death.

Couple of molars should do it.

Care to do the honors?

We clean?

We're clean.

Good.

We're done here.

Casey didn't have
anything else on him.

Whatever he stole
is still out there.

Not our problem.

Powers That Be said
we're moving on.

Don't know why, don't care.

We've been reassigned.

Where?

Morocco.

Forecast is 70 degrees
and sunny.

Smile, John.

We just made the world
a little safer tonight.

Mr. dillinger, wait!

How the hell'd you find me?

Tracked my phone, didn't you?

Course you did.

What the hell
do you want, Harold?

You here to stop me or bury me
in case this backfires?

Can't have anything
trace back to you-- that it?

- You have to trust me.
- Trust you.

How can I trust you
when you don't trust anyone?

It's like you said. The code
is blood in the water.

But you're not the only shark.

There isn't a government
on this planet

that wouldn't kill to get it
and they have,

Mr. dillinger.

I knew you knew what this was.

It has something to do with

how you get your
numbers, doesn't it?

If you wanna fill me in,
now's your chance.

That's what I thought.

Please, it doesn't
have to be this way.

You made it this way.

By keeping me in the dark.

They'll kill you.

Thanks for the job, Harold.

Don't try to follow me.

What happened last night?

The man we thought
to be Casey's bodyguard

attempted to sell the laptop
to the Chinese.

Our agent arrived
and neutralized him.

Then proceeded
to dispatch several others.

There was, however,
a complication.

One buyer got away
with the laptop.

So the agent failed.

That's not how she put it
in her debrief.

She said
if we'd sent her sooner,

she'd have killed them all.

She said what?

To be honest, her exact words

were slightly
more colorful than that.

All things considered,

I think we can expect
great things from her.

Didn't anyone ever tell you

it isn't safe to be
in the park at night?

We have a lead
on the location of the laptop.

The buyers were traced back
to a software facility

in Ordos, China.

The thing's more trouble
than it's worth.

The two CIA agents
on the Casey job--

the ones that let the laptop
get away in the first place--

send them in
to confirm it's the device.

Then destroy it.
Along with them.

We can't risk these things
getting back to us.

Consider it done, ma'am.

Mr. dillinger, I...

Casey's dead.

But I've managed to track
his laptop to Ordos, China.

Glad you could salvage
something from this, Mr. Lambert.

Get a team together.

Daniel Casey, I presume?

How do you know that name?

We have a mutual friend.

In fact, that's why
I've been sent here.

Cute.
You're gonna need that.

Underneath the floorboard
in your bedroom,

you have $50,000 in cash
and a fake passport.

I'm gonna need you to grab it.

- Are we going somewhere?
- You are.

Cartagena, Colombia.

You're looking
for a man named Greenfield.

Sadly, I've got
other places to be.

Uh...

look, you're really
pretty and all,

but this doesn't make
any sense.

All you need to understand

is you have
a higher calling now,

so it's time for you to leave.

Also, I may have attracted some
attention on my way in here.

Men with guns should be
arriving any second.

When I turn that dial,

you're gonna have
about two minutes

before this place explodes.

How do you know all this?

Like I said...

we have a mutual friend.

And right now,
she needs your help.

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