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.
[Indistinct chattering and static]
Stanton: Tell me where he is. We can do this all night.
Look at me.
Sooner or later you're gonna start talking to me.
Let's try some non-verbal communication.
[Man yells then groans]
[Beeping]
[Dialing]
Jessica [over phone]: It's me, Jessica. I mean...
I don't even know if you still check this number. Um, [need to talk.
[Cell phone rings]
Reese [over phone]: Jessica.
I got your message.
I didn't know if you'd call me back.
We haven't talked in what, four years?
What's wrong? Is everything okay with Peter?
Yeah, he's fine. We're both fine.
[Whimpering] I just needed a friend that I could talk to.
Reese: Something's wrong.
Talk to me.
Jessica: You know, you were right.
In the airport, the last time I saw you...
You said that in the end we were all alone.
- I should go. - Jess.
Bye, John.
I'm coming to get you.
I'll be there in 24 hours.
Wait for me.
I'll wait.
Carter: It all comes down to a matter of trust.
The foundation of any healthy relationship.
I just need to know where this is headed.
Trust is a two-way street, Carter.
I know. I do trust you. And your friend.
The two people I know the least.
It's the job I'm not sure about anymore.
I don't know who's got my back.
Pretty sure the guy across the desk from me is dirty.
Well, I'll keep my eye on him.
I need to know more, John.
I need to know just as much as you and your friend do...
About these cases we're working.
Okay. Let's work this one together.
[Chattering and laughing]
This guy over here with his girl?
Yeah. Only that's not his girl.
That's his girl.
You worthless, lying dirtbag.
[Gunshot] [Patrons screaming]
You're under arrest. I thought we were working this one together.
We are. You're taking care of the shooter...
And I'm making sure the cheating boyfriend doesn't get hurt.
Looks fine to me.
Finch [over feed]: Mr. Reese, a new number's come in.
Have you and detective Carter wrapped things up on the last one?
Just about.
You still haven't said why you brought me in here.
Police raffle. You're the big winner.
Where's the money you owe?
What? We don't pay the police.
[Thud]
That chapter's closed.
You pay hr now.
Where is my money?
- I can't hear you. - All right.
I'll get your money. But I gotta take you there.
You go with him and get it.
Finch: Based on her remarks at the bar...
Sounds like detective Carter is eyeing fusco.
Isn't it time we told her that he's working with hr at our behest?
- Not yet. - And after all that talk about honesty.
It's safer for both of them.
The less people who know about fusco, the less danger he's in.
So now you're protecting fusco?
I'm protecting an asset.
- Who's the new number? - Tommy Clay.
Lives in queens.
Married 10 years to wife, Joyce. They have a 9-year-old son.
No criminal record, he pays his taxes...
Goes to church every Sunday except during football season.
An ordinary guy.
What's the threat?
Did I mention what our number does for a living?
Tommy Clay works for grayling armored services.
You'll be a trainee working under him.
And today is training day.
The crew consists of a driver, Murray Langston...
Been working at grayling for 20 years.
Tommy is the hopper, the most dangerous position on the crew.
He has to leave the truck to pick up and drop off cargo.
And then there's the guard, which is you.
Reese: If the machine gave us Tommy's number...
Finch: Then somebody's probably planning a robbery.
Seventy-three percent of car robberies happen when the hopper's away.
So if they're gonna hit you, that's when it'll happen.
Gsm link established.
The plate reader will scan any license in sight.
Let us know if anyone's following the truck, casing it for a robbery.
First thing, we don't always know what we're carrying.
It's not on the manifest?
Not the specifics, John. Your name is John, right?
Sometimes the client tells us, sometimes they don't.
So treat every day as if you're gonna get hit.
That's a good philosophy for life.
Hey, Murray, Johnny here is a philosopher.
- Smart. - He must have deep thoughts.
Just don't get caught napping on my watch.
These guys aren't ready for any real threat, Finch.
Their vests are loose, magazines stored the wrong way.
We need a face to the threat.
Cross-checking every plate from the reader to see if they're being followed.
You almost look like you know what you're doing. Did you miss me?
- More than you know. - Watch my back, hero.
Found something. One plate comes up three times today.
Someone's following the truck.
I got guys headed this way with guns. Southeast corner.
- Go, go, go. - What's happening, Mr. Reese?
Tommy: John, back here. Help!
Finch: Mr. Reese?
[Growling]
[Laughing]
Smile, rookie!
Tommy: Hey, relax, Johnny.
That's not a toy, you know? You could kill somebody with that thing.
[Tommy & Murray laughing]
All right. You got me.
False alarm, Finch. It was just a prank.
Oh, that's endearing.
Unfortunately, the machine never issues a false alarm. The robbery will happen.
And when it does, this crew's in big trouble.
Snow: How's our guy doing?
I'm making progress. Softening him up a bit.
It doesn't matter. You've been reassigned.
You head out tonight.
- China. - No can do.
I need to take leave. Family emergency.
You don't have any family, Reese.
And I've been assured that the situation is urgent.
- So find someone else. - There's no time to find someone else.
We've lost control of a certain item. Securing it is the highest priority.
- Do you understand? - We understand.
You lost something, you need us to get it back.
- What are we looking for? - Are you familiar with stuxnet?
Computer virus.
Built by us to disable the Iranian nuclear program.
The package you're looking for is similar.
- Only this one targets the Chinese. - Corwin: That's correct.
We believe someone inside the Pentagon sold a secure laptop...
Containing some of the source code to a Chinese firm.
They may be studying the code to inoculate their devices.
Or they may be modifying the code to target the us. Nuclear infrastructure.
Either way, we need the laptop returned.
- Where are we going? - Ordos.
A company town in the middle of China. It was built for a million people.
Only the company that built it folded. It's a ghost town. No residents.
So you're gonna fly into Beijing.
Diplomatic cover, two weeks to gather intel, then you're going in.
The laptop has to be handled with extreme caution.
So no phones. No network devices of any kind.
The software will exploit any open communication channel.
Let's go.
Reese.
One more thing. After you've secured the package...
You're to retire agent Stanton.
You're telling me to kill my partner?
We've intercepted unauthorized communications...
Between her and this man.
A go-between for Hezbollah.
Large deposits into an offshore account.
She's been compromised. As her partner, you should have noticed.
Clean up our own mess, Reese. You know that.
You get this done, you can have all the leave you need.
You understand?
[Cell phone dialing]
Jessica [on recording]: This is Jessica. You missed me.
Leave a message.
Reese: What are we looking at? Finch: I've hacked the servers...
And retrieved your route for today.
If I know locations, I can narrow down where the robber might hit.
Carter get back to you on the plate of the car following us?
Not yet.
[Cell phone rings]
Lionel. You've been quiet.
I was getting worried.
It's like the wild wild west out there with lynch.
Hr's getting short on funds since we took down Elias.
So he's chasing down street money with a baseball bat.
Not like I didn't have enough enemies.
Keep gathering intel. We need to know their leadership.
- Take down the remaining players. - At least I'm getting a cut for my efforts.
- What you want to do with the money? - I care about hr, fusco. Not the money.
What you do with it is your business.
- Hey, dad. - Hey, buddy.
What do you say I take you, get you some new gear?
- Really? - Yeah, why not?
These pictures you sent over look like the ones...
From our automated license plate readers.
- Did you take one off my car? - Well, no.
- Not your car. - Carter: I 'ii pretend I didn't hear that.
Anyway, the plate belongs...
To a '95 gray Chevrolet Van, registered to a 72-year-old...
Transit authority administrator.
A 72-year-old is casing an armored car?
That's why I dug a little deeper. Apparently, the owner's nephew...
Frank lowell, was paroled two months ago.
Busted back in '05 for armed robbery...
Along with his buddy, Mick Norton, released last year.
I just sent the photos to you.
You might need help with these two.
I got it covered.
Did you catch up on your beauty sleep, sunshine?
Not so much.
Had a nightmare I was working with a bunch of clowns.
Yeah, well, that's Tommy. He's always clowning around.
Is that Tommy's wife?
Talk about a ballbuster.
I celebrate the anniversary of my divorce like it's new year's Eve.
This job is stressful enough. No one needs that nonsense to come home to.
Marriage is a racket.
You back for more, John?
I see Murray here skipped his morning pilates again.
Yeah, I'm starting a new French toast regimen.
- Who's your friend, Tommy? - Hey.
John the newbie, Ashley.
He needs to learn the ropes, and I'm the master.
- What are you having? - Tommy: Something in a bag.
I stick with the fried egg sandwich.
Yeah, but that's because you can't read the rest of the menu.
- Coffee's fine, thank you. - Okay.
Whoa, that's a nice bracelet.
- Who's the lucky stiff, ash? - It's nothing.
- Just a present from my grandma. - She's got good taste.
I threw in extra hot sauce with your sandwich, Tommy.
Whoa, Tommy.
- You got a little extra hot sauce, huh? - Hey.
- I'm a married man over here. - Murray: Yeah, more like half a man.
All right, ladies, time to punch in. Let's go.
So, what's your story, John? Been a security guard anywhere else?
- Here and there. - Tommy: Mall cop?
Supermarket stiff?
Something like that.
All I'm saying is this ain't Walmart.
- You ever been robbed before? - Once.
My partner and I were servicing this atm.
These two guys came up with guns. I tried to be a hero, took two in the vest.
They got away, I got a set of cracked ribs and a bump in hazard pay.
But don't worry, most of the job is like this.
You know, sitting around in traffic, trying not to get carsick.
If the bullets don't get you, the boredom will.
Finch: I've just flagged the gray Van's license plate.
So the plate reader will alert us just as soon as it appears again.
I've also retrieved some information...
From the company's database about your stops today.
Onestate bank.
Your cargo is their employees' tax returns.
Your next stop, heliogem incorporated.
But the shipment is just low-grade stones for industrial use.
Next stop is...
Regan medical supply.
Manufactures of pacemakers, among other things.
Those are expensive, but hardly something you can fence on the street.
Heading your way, Murray.
Hang on. The internal manifest shows that you're picking up raw materials...
For pacemakers.
Platinum.
Platinum is priced at $1600 an ounce.
That's approximately 25,000 a pound. There's 50 pounds.
Mr. Reese, those cases are worth about $1.25 million.
[Tires screeching nearby]
That must be the target.
Wow, bro, you need to relax.
[Tommy sighs]
Come on, Murray, let's go!
Finch: I don't understand. The robbery should have taken place at the last stop.
All you've got left is DeWitt grocery. That's inconsequential compared...
[Thud]
[Gunfire]
Stay here.
[Gunshot] [Reese grunts]
[Grunts]
Tommy: Come on. Let's go.
Finch: Mr. Reese?
Mr. Reese?
Snow: Alpha team is on site.
They've got their orders, and we've got ours.
I 7! Let you know when it's done.
Team leader: This is where we part ways.
You're going in alone.
Intel says you can expect only light resistance.
I got orders to confiscate any comm devices you have.
- How do we signal for extract? - Use these. Ir chem lights.
The helo's gonna meet you at the l2.
You got 72 hours. We got orders to make our own way back.
Reese: Bird flu must have been a cover.
- The place is under quarantine. - Scaring the locals.
A lot of precautions for a computer virus.
Not sure we're being told the whole story here.
Ours is not to reason why. Isn't that what you taught me?
And I thought you weren't listening.
Looks like we're a little late to the party.
Finch: Mr. Reese?
Doctor 1: We got that iv running?
Finch: Mr. Reese?
Nurse 1: There's nothing, doctor.
Doctor 2: We're losing him.
Nurse 1: Standing by. Or 3.
Nurse 2: BP, 70 over 52.
Nurse 1: I'm getting no pulse.
[EKG flatlines]
- Asystole. - Doctor 3: I'm calling it.
Looks like you could use some help.
Come on. Hold on to me.
Bruised ribs, bullet hit the vest, broke the skin.
You're lucky it's not worse.
I wasn't supposed to help Tommy.
I was supposed to stop him.
Yeah, well, most inside jobs a guy leaves a door open, takes a cut.
Guy comes out blasting like this...
He better have a well-thought-out exit strategy.
This guy's got a family.
Yeah, we're searching his house right now...
Bringing his wife in for questioning.
He's gotta be working with somebody.
Well, he needs a fence.
He's still gotta flip that platinum.
[Cell phone ringing]
- He's right here with me. - Oh, thank god.
I tracked your phone to a hospital, but I didn't know.
It's okay, Harold. I'm still ticking.
Well, I'm watching the feed we piggy-backed off the internal camera.
Tommy had a second phone. Sent a text just before the robbery.
He must have been signaling the other robbers.
Well, we gotta track him, Finch. I gotta stop Tommy...
Before he hurts anyone else.
Fusco: Oh!
[Laughing]
I used to play pick-up games here when I was a kid.
You were a kid?
Got into some fights.
Learned how to use my fists.
Need you to do something.
What?
Pick up something in Brooklyn.
Details to follow.
Failure's not an option.
I know you understand what I'm saying.
Where's your husband, Mrs. Clay?
I don't know.
- I haven't talked to Tommy all day. - Yeah, well, he's been busy.
He robbed his own truck, shot two people...
- And you still haven't heard from him. - Tommy is a good person.
He's never talked about stealing anything off a truck.
Is that right?
Found this in a closet in your house.
It's for a diamond tennis bracelet.
Part of a shipment Tommy delivered two days ago.
But I guess it just fell off the truck.
Tommy didn't give you a bracelet, did he?
Tommy's having an affair.
So if we find his girlfriend, we'll find him.
I'm way ahead of you, detective.
Top off?
Absolutely.
- Anything yet, Finch? - Finch: Yes, as a matter of fact.
One number in her call history comes up several times in the last hour.
No name on the account.
Could be Tommy on a burner phone.
- Can you track him? - Finch: We'll see.
I'm texting him an alluring photo...
From Ashley's archive, hoping it'll get a quick response.
When he opens the message, a spyware trojan embedded in the file...
Will send his GPS coordinates.
Finch: Mr. Reese, I got a hit on Tommy's burner phone.
He last checked it from the Royce motel.
Tommy's not here. Looks like the robbers that were with him are dead.
He's cutting his ties to the heist.
Keeping the loot for himself.
Bodies are still warm.
[Door closes]
Tommy's still here.
Fusco: Hold it!
So much for the bird flu.
These people were gunned down.
Software engineers. Not soldiers.
Why kill them?
[Gasps]
We got a live one here. Mostly alive.
[Groaning]
Man [in mandarin]:
[In mandarin]
What did he say?
He said he wanted something for the pain.
Action here was clean...
Fast.
Bmr recon team, maybe, or hired guns.
Stanton: Looks like the package.
Why kill all these people...
And leave it behind?
Maybe they copied it.
Altered it and left it for us to find.
Helo won't be able to pick us up till dark.
We'll need a safe place to wait for extract.
Safe from whom?
We're the only living people in this city.
After you.
I should've shot you and simplified my life.
Pressure getting to you, Lionel?
- Why are you here? - Lynch sent me over.
- Supposed to meet a guy, Clay. - Hr looking for a cut?
Hr helped set up the heist. They handpicked the shooters.
- Supposed to be picking up their cut. - You've got a problem.
Tommy Clay is long gone. And he left his buddies behind.
Fusco: Ah, jeez.
[Fusco grumbles]
I don't come back with the platinum, hr's gonna think I took it. That makes me dead.
You gotta help. You got me working with these guys.
I'll find Tommy...
- Now off you go. - Off I go?
What am I gonna tell hr, huh?
You're a talented liar, detective, remember? That's why I picked you.
- You there, Finch? - Finch: Always. If you're calling...
To ask where Tommy is, I don't know. Destroyed his phone as soon as he left.
Get anything off the phone?
Only that he uses the name "Ashley" as a password on almost everything.
Ashley from the diner?
- Must be love. - And it's mutual.
I checked her credit card transactions.
She just charged over $5000 worth of Louis Vuitton suitcases.
Reese: She's running off with Tommy.
I'll try to intercept her. You try to track down Tommy.
I'm not sure he deserves our protection, Mr. Reese.
He killed his friend in cold blood and shot me in the back.
I wasn't thinking of protecting him.
Lynch: This guy killed two of our men and took off with the platinum?
Fusco: Maybe beginner's luck.
Getting ambitious, detective?
Working an angle?
Don't believe me, go to the hotel. There's two dead bodies and empty cases.
Thing about angles, fusco...
You add them up, always comes out the same.
The longer we stand talking, the further distance put between us and our money.
Assuming you're not shining me on, there's only so many places...
- He can fence the platinum. - We'll divvy them up.
No. We do it together.
That way I can keep an eye on you.
Ashley: Such a long day. Woman: Oh, I know.
Just wanna go home.
- Talk to you later? Bye. - Call me.
Reese: Hello, Ashley.
[Gasps]
- Get out of my car. - No. Sorry.
Ashley: You work with Tommy.
- What do you want? - You know, that is a nice bracelet.
Grandma didn't give it to you, did she?
Where is he?
Where's Tommy, Ashley?
I don't know.
Honestly, I don't.
What do you mean?
I'm supposed to wait for him here.
He was gonna pick me up three hours ago...
So either something terrible has happened to him...
Or he's gone without me.
What was your plan?
I never should've believed him.
He said he was gonna take me away and we were gonna go to cabo together.
At least you got your nice Louis Vuitton bags.
This Tommy's turned out to be a real operator, Finch.
He's putting everyone in his rear-view mirror.
- You got anything? - Tommy's a creature of habit.
Uses the same password for everything.
His other habit is buying symetel burner phones.
Symetel leases their numbers in consecutive blocks.
I wrote a script trying the password "Ashley" on all new numbers.
And I found his new phone, along with...
A voicemail message he received. Listen.
Man [on recording]: Got your message.
Arturo's boxing club. I ll be there in an hour.
My guess is, this is the man Tommy is selling the platinum to.
Message was received 45 minutes ago.
On my way. Give Carter the address.
I 'ii wrap Tommy up, give him to her.
[Cell phone ringing]
- What's up? - Finch: Got a location...
On the armored-truck robber.
Arturo's boxing club in queens.
John's on his way there.
Snow: Carter. Finch: Detective, did you hear me?
Hang up. The CIA's onto me. You'll have to handle this on your own.
Agent snow.
And whatever your name is.
Evans.
What do you want?
Say hi. See how you are.
I'm fine.
- What do you want? - We know you're talking to the FBI...
- About Reese. - There a law against that?
Well, as they've proven time and again...
The FBI cannot be trusted with matters of national security.
Snow [over phone]: Do not talk to agent Donnelly.
Carter: You mean about our mutual friend?
Why? You're afraid Donnelly is gonna get to him first?
What exactly are you worried he's gonna tell him?
Be careful, detective.
We're closing the net on John.
He's good at hiding...
But I'm good at finding people.
And when I do, you're gonna wanna be on the right side of this thing.
Don't talk to Donnelly.
[Sighs]
Mr. Reese, I'm afraid you're on your own now.
Carter just had a visit from your old colleagues in the CIA.
Reese: Copy that.
[Door closes]
Who is it?
Reese: Hey, Tommy.
Johnny.
[Yells]
That's for shooting me in the back.
That's for Murray.
Where's the platinum?
[Chuckles]
I'm not telling you.
Reese: You won't get away with this.
You have no idea who you're dealing with.
You think? I'm just as smart as every one of those jerks.
Tommy. You were clean.
You had a wife, a kid...
No prior record.
But you threw it all away. Why?
Because every day for the last 10 years...
I've protected other people's money, and I have nothing to show for it.
- Nothing. - So the world owes you, is that it?
No, it doesn't. I figured that one out. Took a while.
You know what else I figured out, hauling around all that money?
You get what you take.
- So I'm taking mine. - That's not gonna happen.
The thing about striking out on your own, Tommy...
Is that's usually how you end up.
I think you got that just about right.
[Gun cocks]
- Hi, Tommy. - Hi, babes.
Help me get rid of this mope, will you?
Spent decades trying to invent the perfect nutritional ration.
It's still inedible.
Just a matter of time before this is all obsolete.
We'll still have to eat.
I'm not talking about the mres.
Satellites replacing surveillance teams.
Drones replacing fighter pilots.
So we've outlived our usefulness?
We'll be replaced by a push of a button, is that it?
What do you think?
I think we're still here.
You ever wonder where we get our intel?
I thought you didn't ask questions.
Just followed orders.
I never said it was easy.
Sun is setting.
Time to go.
[Cell phone rings]
- Yeah. - Our friend is in a bit of trouble.
We need your help.
- Who you talking to? - Uh, I'm busy right now. I can't talk.
Myex
Tommy: Now you're gonna tell me who's coming for us.
Where's the platinum, Tommy?
It's over there, under the ring. In that box with the gloves.
So Ashley's the brains, and you're the muscle.
- Is that right, Tommy? - Heh.
We're partners.
She convinced you it was time to make your move, didn't she?
She said you deserve more from life.
Ignore him, Tommy.
-I'm so sorry. Tommy: Sorry?
What are you sorry for?
The law of the fishes.
I should have seen it coming.
What are you talking about?
The people I help.
I never know if they're gonna be the victim or the perp, but I think this time...
You're both.
[Gunshot]
Now what?
You think you're gonna walk out of here and live happily ever after?
You're dealing with some very bad people.
Shut up.
Right now you have what they want, and they won't stop until they get it.
First time you shot someone?
First one's hard.
You'd probably been thinking about it for a while.
Psyched yourself up.
But the second one can even be harder.
[Whimpers]
[Gunshot] [Ashley grunts]
Lynch: All there?
- Yeah. - Heh. What do you know?
You weren't lying after all.
Well, look who's here.
Carter's guardian angel.
Thought our paths might cross again at some point.
I think it's your turn to hang off the side of a building.
Hey, forget him. Let's get out of here.
Lynch: You're right.
I was gonna have some fun.
Heh. But I'll just shoot him.
[Lynch grunts]
Finch: Mr. Reese? Everything okay?
Reese: Finch, we're gonna need your trunk.
Fusco: No. I got this one.
I shot him with her gun.
Simple enough to make it look like lynch botched the whole thing.
You're getting good at this, Lionel.
I was always good at this.
That's why you picked me in the first place.
Remember?
Stanton: Time to wrap this up, John.
Listen, Cara. There's something you need to know.
[Reese grunts]
Sorry, John.
Nothing personal.
They told me you've been compromised.
Said as your partner, it was my mess to clean up.
[Reese laughing]
Something funny?
I got the same orders as you.
Whoever sent us here...
Doesn't want us to retrieve the package.
They want to confirm its destroyed.
They want everyone who had contact with it destroyed.
And you just gave them a beacon.
[Jet soaring above]
Pilot: Target locked. Commander: You are clear to engage.
Pilot: Engaging.
Did we actually accomplish anything here?
We stopped Tommy from getting away with murder.
That's something.
He didn't stand a chance, did he?
The problem with trying to be the bad guy...
There's always someone worse.
Snow: Hey. We got a lead on Reese.
An asset in North Korea.
Dissident group helped an injured CIA operative...
Escape from a town near ordos, China, may, 2010.
Evans: Ordos? Must be our guy.
Snow: Asset pointed us to a bank account out of grand Cayman.
Same account was accessed two days ago across the street...
From the royal Manhattan hotel. Meet me there.
[Grunts]
[Snow grunting]
Hello, Mark.
Have a seat.
We have some catching up to do.
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