Finch: 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 your number's up, we I! Find you.
Bannerman: Any sign of the kid?
Dayne: No, still looking.
Bannerman: Knew we shouldn't have trusted him.
Damn kid's always been reckless.
Finch: Whenever you're ready, Mr. Reese. I'm in here.
Where did you come from?
I breached the space-time continuum.
Not really.
I did sense my privacy being invaded. We'll leave that for now.
We have work. Numbers have come in.
What do you mean, numbers?
What plurals usually mean. More than one. In this case, four.
Claire Ryan, 42, a lecturer at nyu.
Matt duggan, 33, a waiter. Wendy McNally, 29, a hair stylist.
And Paula vasquez, 23, unemployed.
They seem completely random.
Usually when the machine sends us number clusters like this...
There is some connection.
So one of these four could be trying to kill the other three.
Or they could all be victims or killers or, as you say, random.
Either way, we need to move fast.
Claire Ryan's number came up first, if only by a millisecond.
242 Wilson in queens, apartment 3c.
Reese:
Speaking of privacy.
Careful what you look for, Mr. Reese, or you might find it.
We have to be straight with you. Some things don't add up.
Like what?
You go to meet your confidential informant...
One nashus Drake, a.K.A. Bottlecap, according to you, a trusted source.
He shoots you in the chest. Luckily you're wearing a vest.
He's gonna kill you when he gets shot by an unknown shooter.
Like it says in my statement.
Your statement doesn't say where this unknown shooter came from.
Because I don't know.
It also doesn't say why he did it.
Maybe because he saw me about to get shot.
- So he cares about you. - I doubt he gives a damn about me.
But this is the man you've been chasing for the last three months?
As it says in my statement, I believe so.
So this guy allegedly you've been trying to lock up...
- He saves your life? - "Allegedly." That's clever.
You know what would be clever?
You pretending to chase this guy when in fact you're working for him.
I think we're done here.
Detective, tell me something. Has he made contact with you?
Spoken to you?
You got my statement.
We don't talk again unless my delegate is present.
So he's pacing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
Finally pulls his mask down, walks into a door, knocks himself out cold.
The genius forgot to cut the eye holes in the mask.
Hey, Carter.
You got shot. Take some time off.
My vest got shot. It can take some time off.
How's it going with the inquiry and everything?
The way they usually go. They make you feel like you murdered your mother.
So I'm stuck on my desk and you're working with Olson.
Ah, great. Detective happy.
- What did you tell them about the ci? - The truth.
Taken out by an unknown shooter.
- You got a good look at him this time? - No, not his face.
Maybe that's a good thing, because, you know, it would be hard.
You don't know whether to thank the guy or arrest him.
No, that'd be easy.
I'd arrest him.
Whatever happens, you need anything, I got your back.
Okay.
Reese: Finch, I'm at Claire's apartment. Something's up.
Excuse me.
- Finch. - Mr. Reese.
You said the machine would give us the number in time.
It didn't.
Olson: So, what do we got?
Victim's name is Claire Ryan. A professor, lived alone.
Looks like she was beaten up.
One shot to the head, close-range.
Looks like she came into some money. Blu-ray player, new tablet, shoes.
Expensive shoes. Jimmy choo, Manolo blahnik.
All bought this morning. What else do we know about our Vic?
- I asked you a question, fusco. - What? Oh, what's that?
I'm done at Claire's.
I need you out on the street. You gotta help me get eyes on the remaining three.
I'm more useful trying to find connections between them.
Reese: No point in that if they're all dead.
Tracking people down is your area of expertise.
I can't track three people down and I don't wanna lose anyone else.
[Need you out here.
- I'm on my way. - I'll take Wendy. Put fusco on Paula.
Can you track Matt?
I can track Matt.
On my way.
What the hell are you doing here? You didn't kill her, did you?
Lionel, after all we've been through.
- Exactly. - Why aren't you working with Carter?
She's on desk duty till her homicide gets cleaned up.
Some unknown gunman caused her a world of grief.
- Wouldn't know anything about that? - No.
Find this girl Paula. Address is on the back.
- Keep your eyes on her. - Fusco: "Paula vasquez."
Why?
Don't want her ending up like the lady upstairs.
You think she might?
I know she won't, because you'll throw yourself in front of the bullet.
Funny. What about the homicide I'm supposed to be investigating?
Paula could be connected to your homicide. Stay on her.
- Who messed with my desk? - Carter. In here.
What else have you got on your special forces guy?
Everything I got is in the file he's reading, whoever he is.
You been after this guy for months, you don't have a description?
He's tall, he wears a suit, sometimes rides a motorcycle. That's it.
This is serious, Carter.
Letting him run, you've made him a problem for the whole department.
I did not let him run. I've been trying to catch the son of a bitch.
Did he shoot your ci?
I'm not answering that until I know who he is.
Answer the question or turn in your badge.
Yes, it was him.
That'll be all, detective.
Reese: Finch, I'm at Wendy's salon.
Seems fine.
Hang on a sec.
Man: Signature please.
Thank you. Man: Excuse me.
Wendy:
Can I help you?
- Need to make an appointment. - Wash and cut?
Something a little more modern? Bit of styling?
Is this, uh, gray au naturel or au bottle?
It's, uh...
Sexy, either way.
- So, uh, you single? - What?
Single? Yes.
Girls, he's single.
Uh, I just need an appointment.
Um, sorry, but I'm not letting you back out on the street looking like this.
Fusco: Damn it.
Finch: Mr. Reese, I'm tracking our friend, Matt duggan.
Looks he's having an early midlife crisis.
He just quit his job and now he's shopping for motorcycles. Hold on.
My aunt in Boston died, left me a nice chunk of change.
Thought I'd treat myself to a dream.
Won't be a minute, hon.
Yep, he's buying himself a new Ducati. Paying cash.
The murdered woman, Claire, was spending big too.
Look around, Finch. Is anyone watching your guy?
I'm not exactly good at this.
No, no one I can see.
Keep your eyes open.
Call me back.
- Lionel? - Yeah, that Paula girl, I lost her.
- Yeah, she gave me the slip. - Well, good work, detective.
I'm sorry, okay?
Look, another thing. I think she bought a firearm.
You lost her and she weaponed up?
You'd better stick to your... day job.
Excuse me, I'm waiting for Wendy.
I'm sorry, she had an emergency, had to rush off.
- I'm free. I can fit you in now. - No, thank you. Uh, Finch, what do you got?
Our man is coming out of the showroom.
Placed his order and left a deposit.
Reese: Okay, stay on him. Both girls just gave us the slip.
- Someone left a stroller. - What are you talking about?
There's a baby stroller near the car. Don't know where the mom...
Oh, there she is.
- Oh, my god, it's a bomb. - Get down. Down on the ground.
I have to warn him.
Finch, are you okay?
Claire: I saw it. I saw the crash.
Oh, my god, he's dead.
- What's that stuff? - Matt: Uh, [think it's cocaine.
I should have seen it quicker. I mean, what kind of a mother leaves a stroller?
She was wearing sunglasses and a scarf, to hide her face.
- Finch. Finch. - If I'd warned him, he'd still be here.
You couldn't have saved him. You have to let it go.
We have to concentrate on the ones still alive.
- Wendy and Paula. - I looked for connections.
Found none. No shared employment history, no social networking.
Paula's online footprint is miniscule.
So she's either the paranoid sort or she likes to fly beneath the radar.
- Both of which I can relate to, but... - Finch, connections.
Right. I'm sorry.
Smart phones constantly search for Wi-Fi signal.
They keep the last 100 or so Wi-Fi hot spots in their memory.
I've extracted that from Matt, Wendy and Claire's phones.
I'm using it to plot where our friends went in the last 24 hours, to see if they...
To see if they intersect.
Roosevelt drive, 11:57 pm.
They were all in the same place for four minutes. Why?
According to the dot website, there was a traffic accident with a fatality.
Name of the deceased withheld.
That's our connection.
For three of them, but not paranoid Paula.
We don't have her phone, so we don't know where she was that night.
She bought a gun. She could be our killer.
- Then you need to get to Wendy. - I have tried.
But her apartment's empty and she's abandoned her cell phone.
Only relative I could find, Wendy's mom, sue, lives in Putnam county.
- What are you doing, Carter? - Carter: I got bored.
Thought I'd lend you a hand with your case.
I ran your murder victim Claire Ryan's fingerprints through aphis.
They showed up at this car crash two nights ago.
Claire's prints were on the car, and this guy, Matt duggan.
Csu thinks they were witnesses trying to help this guy in the car...
- But he was killed on impact. - I missed something.
- How does this help our case? - Claire's dead and so is Matt.
Killed in a car explosion yesterday.
Which could be a coincidence...
Except Matt had just bought himself a brand new Ducati, paying cash.
Claire had been shopping too.
Carter: So they're both at the crash. They both get money.
- They both get dead. - Money must have come from the car.
- Who was driving it? - According to csu...
Congressman hallen's son, Jamie.
A congressman's son? How'd that get hushed up?
The congressman is on the committee investigating wall street banks...
- And he's a friend of the police unions. - I guess that buys some goodwill.
Was it an accident?
Csu thinks Jamie was speeding and on coke.
The only thing that was found in the car was a brochure...
For a Haitian orphans charity Jamie ran.
I should go down to 1pp...
Check out what the cameras at the real time crime center saw.
I think you should stay at your desk like the captain told you to.
Lionel, what a pleasure.
Fusco: Our murder victim, Claire Ryan...
Connects to congressman hallen's son.
Died two nights ago in a car crash. You wanna give this to your little friend.
- I'm here, detective fusco. - Yeah, right. Hi to you too.
I was about to say, there were two sets of prints on Jamie hallen's car.
Claire's and a Matt duggan's.
- He got killed... - Finch: In an explosion yesterday.
- Hallen crashed on Roosevelt drive? - I thought that was hush.
Car crash must be where they got the money.
- Jeez, anything you don't know? - Yeah.
How's Carter doing?
Hanging in there. Hard to do your job when you're stuck on your desk.
Finch: We'll keep an eye on her, make sure she's okay.
And, detective, leave your phone on when you talk to congressman hallen.
You can hear me all the time?
Yes, and I'm hearing rather too much of your lower intestine.
Could you possibly move your phone from your belt to your jacket pocket?
- Olson: Hey, fusco, you die in there? - Keep your panties on. I'm coming.
If there's anything I can do, please call me.
Thank you, Davis. Thank you very much.
And again, my deepest sympathies for your loss, congressman.
- Appreciate it, thank you. - The police, sir.
Detectives Olson and fiasco.
Fusco.
Why are you here?
I already talked to one of your people about Jamie's accident.
Olson: We have further questions about the accident.
It may relate to another case. Know your son's movements that night?
He was at a party at Davis bannerman's house.
He, uh, was driving home when he was killed.
You're investigating bannerman's bank and your son socializes with him?
I didn't like it either, but I couldn't control my son's social life.
- Your son have a lot of money on him? - Hallen: [Have no idea.
Why would that be pertinent?
Fusco: Two people were murdered.
We think they were both at the crash site.
We also think they found money in the car.
- I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. - Was he dealing drugs?
Look, he's dead. Can't we just let it go at that?
Two other people are dead too, so no.
Was he dealing?
I worried that he was doing something he shouldn't be doing.
He was dealing with people he shouldn't have been dealing with.
That's all I can say about it.
Olson: We'll have to talk to bannerman.
Hallen: As long as you take what he says to you with a grain of salt.
We're not friends.
One of these was found in your son's car. He set up this charity?
Yes, he did. It's how I like to think of him. His good deeds.
Finch: You left bannerman's house, but you weren't going home, were you, Jamie?
- Here's your new phone, okay? - Thanks.
- You say anything to mom? - Not till I know we're safe.
Did you hear about that guy, Matt? There's people looking for us.
Okay?
You get back or I will shoot you.
Reese: If you're gonna buy a gun...
Make sure you know how to use it.
You came to the salon. What do you want?
You mean, apart from a haircut? How do you two know each other?
We've known each other for years. We're foster sisters.
- Not that it's any of your business. - Guess the, uh, money...
You took from the crashed car is none of my business either?
We're not telling you anything till we know who you are...
And why you're following us.
Dayne: Hello? Anyone at home?
Find out what he wants and stand away from the door.
Paula: Who is it? Dayne: Uh, my name is dayne.
Uh, I'm sorry to trouble you, but my car's just broken down.
I'm sorry, but this isn't a garage.
Heh, I know, I know, but the thing is my phone's just died...
And the kids are getting kind of scared, so if I could just use your phone.
- I'll pay for the call. - Let him in.
Carter: Here's how Jamie hallen died.
I persuaded a tech at the real time crime center to copy this for me.
Two cars stopped after the crash.
Crime center guys were able to read the plates.
Prius registered to Claire Ryan, escort to Matt duggan.
So they're confirmed.
But look at this.
Fusco: Two more women. Carter: Mm-hm.
Fusco: Crime center identify them? Carter: Nope.
Camera's set for maximum field of view.
Resolution's not enough for facial recognition.
This is where it gets interesting.
Fusco: A suitcase. That has to be the money.
We gotta find these girls before the killers do.
Guy at the crime center said there's another detective looking for them.
Detective foster, 82nd precinct.
Fusco: We got anything else?
Carter: Yeah, this guy, about 30 minutes after the crash.
He makes a phone call.
Fusco: Wish we could hear what he was saying.
Carter: Unfortunately, we're not the NSA.
Vehicle must be new, because, look, there are no plates.
Fusco: That's convenient.
Wanna get in some more trouble, Carter?
Go talk to detective foster and see if he knows anything.
Be a pleasure.
Finch, can you do a search for Susan McNally at St. George's hospital?
I'm on it.
Everything all right?
Killers just tried to take out Wendy and Paula.
- Please, tell me they failed. - For now. Girls took off.
They're sisters, Finch. Foster sisters.
If their mom's still at St. George's, that's where I think they'll go.
Mom is still there.
So she's sick? That why the girls took the money?
Had a fall, broke her hip. Not sick exactly.
Her home is the problem. Mortgage is worth more than the house.
Bank's foreclosing on her.
Oh, at least they took the money for a reason. You know whose it is yet?
I'm digging. Keep those girls safe.
Fusco, Carter. Just left the 82nd.
There is no detective foster.
Somebody used a fake detective shield to get eyes on the crash footage.
Remember how Claire was beaten up?
I think the killer tracked her through her license plates...
Then tortured her to get the other names. Call me.
What's wrong with you, following a cop? Trying to get yourself shot?
- I'm just worried about you, detective. - Don't. Just back off, okay?
You and your preppy friend over there.
Why don't we go somewhere quiet where we can talk?
You're CIA. I met plenty like you in the green zone.
So why are you worried about me?
Because of the man you're chasing.
He's dangerous.
Heh, he saved my life. What was that, an accident?
No, just proves he still has good instincts.
- Do you even know him? - Yeah. I was his best friend.
Then why do you want him so bad?
Because he used to kill people for his country. Now he just kills them.
His victims.
The ones that we know of.
For some he deserves a medal, for some the chair.
- Why are you telling me this? - We want you to know who he is.
He's an incredibly dangerous, incredibly gifted man...
Who's been almost destroyed by the things he was made to do.
He's always looking for someone to trust, but paranoia makes it impossible.
I don't understand.
Snow: Kara Stanton, his CIA handler. They were a team.
Inseparable. Saved each other's lives a dozen times, then...
He killed her. Then disappeared.
We thought he was dead. Gave him his star on the wall at Langley.
Then three months ago, you ran his prints.
Brought him back from the dead.
We want to bring him back in before he kills anyone else.
Before he kills himself.
We want to help him.
So where do I come into all of this?
We think he trusts you.
We want you to keep yourself and him alive.
Thanks for coming in, Mr. Bannerman.
Bannerman: Anything for the n.Y.P.D.
Jamie hallen. He was at a party at your house two nights ago.
Briefly.
He was stoned. I asked him to leave.
Even ordered a cab for him.
He left before it arrived, sadly.
Was he dealing drugs?
Look, I liked the kid. I don't want to...
Was he dealing drugs?
I don't know.
But he seemed to have a lot of money suddenly.
And, uh, let's put it like this:
I heard he was dealing with some people he shouldn't.
Finch: Lheard, detective fusco.
Bannerman's story confirmed congressman hallen's.
- He said the same things. - Doesn't help us.
You're not hearing me. He said the same thing as hallen.
I interrogate a lot of douches. I know when they get their lies lined up.
They coordinated stories?
Fusco: Despite that they're supposed to hate each other?
I think bannerman was working something with hallen.
Jamie was the go-between. Now they're tossing him under the bus.
Mr. Reese?
I'm at the hospital.
Wendy's here.
No sign of Paula.
- What do you got? - Getting close.
I know where Jamie was going that night anyway.
Only as far as laguardia airport.
- Was he flying somewhere? - Finch: Yes.
On a jet belonging to Davis bannerman.
Flight plan to the Caymans filed with the faa.
Jamie hallen the only passenger on the manifest.
Excuse me, can I help you? Are you looking for someone?
I just found them. Thanks.
Why was he going to the Caymans?
I believe he was working for his Haitian orphans charity.
A theory I'm about to put to the test.
I'll call you.
- Where's Paula? - She's gone to get something to eat.
We were worried about you.
Wasn't me they were trying to kill.
I'm sorry we lied to you before.
You were at the crash scene.
Want to tell me what happened?
We were out walking.
The car crashed almost in front of us.
We ran up, found two people there already trying to help.
The driver was dead, coke all over him...
And a suitcase with like a million bucks in it.
Young guy, fast car, cocaine, cash.
I mean, the money had to be illegal.
So you took it.
We divvied it up, 250 grand each.
It would've fixed everything.
It was wrong.
We knew it was wrong.
We should have called 911 and walked away.
Where's the money?
It's under mom's bed in there. The nurses think it's her knitting.
Half a million dollars worth of knitting.
Dayne: Shh.
What do you want to do?
We want to give the money back.
We don't know who these guys are. Drug dealers, mafia.
And your mom? Her house?
We'll find a way somehow.
Wendy: Hmm, that's Paula.
Dayne: Just sent you a picture.
Get the money and come to the third floor of the parking garage.
Come alone, no muscle, if you want your friend to live.
Dayne: Found him. He's dead. The money's gone.
They got cameras. Might need some help.
Mr. Hallen, this is Thomas paine.
Congressman, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.
A pleasure to meet a representative of the blogosphere. Have a seat.
- Ah, that's a rather famous name. - A nom de plume.
Sir, your enemies are trying to bring you down.
And they're using your son to do it.
- They used Jamie? How? - Blackmail.
You know about his Haitian orphans charity?
Yes, I hope it will be his legacy.
I hope it won't.
They have $30 million in that account and they've never helped a single child.
It's a classic black-arts set-up. They open an offshore account...
Who are they, for god's sake?
The banks, of course. Bannerman and his ilk.
They stuff it with money. They tie you to it by association.
And then they expose it and ruin you.
The man who's supposed to bring honesty to wall street...
Is shown to be as corrupt as those he's investigating.
- Have you taken this to the police? - No, no, no.
They're in the pocket of wall street.
I'm offering you a chance to extricate yourself.
As your son's executor, you could close that charity...
Transfer those funds to the red cross.
And then what would your enemies have on you? Nothing. You'd be clean.
And all of their dirty money would have gone to a good cause.
- It's a brilliant idea. - But you have to move fast.
I will. Do you have a contact number?
It's written on this. My plume de nom, rather than nom de plume.
Indeed, Mr. Paine.
I'm deep in your debt.
Bannerman: Davis bannerman.
Hallen: Davis, this is Jim hallen.
Before you ask me how I am, I'm not well.
Not only is my son dead...
But his damn accident is threatening to put us both in jail.
Bannerman: The last two items are about to be dealt with, so relax.
I can't. Some idiot blogger found out about the Cayman charities.
Bannerman: What? How?
Hallen: How do I know?
We 're gonna shut it down, move the money.
But first you've got to close up the leak.
Bannerman: No problem. How do we find him?
Fusco: Fusco.
Detective fusco. I'm sending you a recording.
- Carter. - Heard you've been taking some heat...
Because of me.
Maybe.
Maybe you can come in here, help me explain some things.
No, thanks, but I can help you look good in another way.
Oh, yeah?
The people who killed Claire Ryan and Matt duggan.
Parking garage, St. George's hospital.
When's it going down?
- I have to go. - Wait.
Thank you.
For saving my life.
You're welcome.
Ready?
Snow: Snow.
He just called.
I know where he's gonna be.
Call the number.
Tell him he doesn't see you or the money until you see Paula.
I'm here, but I'm not gonna do a thing until I can see that Paula's safe.
Dayne: Okay.
Paula's okay. You're gonna walk towards her.
If I shout, you run.
Okay?
You again?
Have you lost your car?
I'm waiting for someone.
Okay. Good night, then.
Wendy, Paula, run!
Run, Paula.
I thought you were nice.
Are you okay?
Will you take this?
No. You earned it.
No one's coming after you anyway, not now.
You should go quickly.
Carter: Thank you.
For saving my life.
Reese: You're welcome.
Carter: He just called.
I know where he's gonna be.
Snow: You got the cameras? Evans: Yeah. Cutting the feeds now.
Hello, John.
- Mark. - Snow: Glad to see you're still alive.
Reese: I bet you are.
Surprised you ended up in New York City.
Thought you'd get yourself a cabin in the woods. Montana maybe.
What do you want, Mark?
Time to come home, John.
Slate's been wiped clean.
You know that'll never happen.
- See him? - Negative.
Get down here and find him.
Carter. Damn it.
- Hey, Harold. - John, I've been trying to call you.
- I've been kind of busy. - Where are you?
In a parking structure. It's not looking good.
- Carter sold you out. They got to her. - Yeah, they're clever like that.
Wanted to say thank you, Harold. For giving me a second chance.
It's not over, John. I'm close. Just get to the ground floor.
No. You stay away.
Don't even risk it.
Hold it!
You?
Get him out of here.
Come on.