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We 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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Harper Rose.

She a grad student, Finch?

Miss Rose is an anthropology
major from upstate New York,

Mr. Reese.

Studied abroad in Europe.
Took time off to travel.

Typical college student.

Atypical only in that

the machine did not
generate her social.

It gave us her
college ID number instead.

That's a little odd.
Any other issues?

Just with her roommate.

Harper put in a written request

for transfer to campus housing.

She moved into a new single
this semester.

I'll look into
the ex-roommate.

You back on campus,
Mr. Reese?

I gotta say, it's
quite invigorating

being around all these
idealistic young minds.

You must be enjoying
your day job, professor.

As near as I can tell,
college has become

an overpriced Bacchanalia

full of entitled, oversexed
binge drinkers.

Well, somebody's gotta
pay your salary.

Wait. Did she
just switch backpacks?

Hang on a second.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

That's not a bone,
that's a Bontoni.

Protect your right to privacy.

Excuse me,
you wanna help us out

and stop big data?

Picking up a dozen
cell phones, Finch.

All registered to
different users.

You are in a college dormitory.

Come on, Finch, within
a 15 foot radius?

Ahem. Creep.

Oh.

This is a woman's floor.

Right, I was just leaving.

I think she's headed to
another floor.

Hey, boo.

Hey, babe.

Thank you for
covering my shift.

I feel like I'm
coming down with something.

Yeah, it's called Far Cry 4

- and the munchies.
- Hey.

I need a break, okay?

The boss man's got me
doing cash bank runs every day.

The dude is bugging out
with all that cheddar.

Look, I can handle
Noah. Okay?

All right.

- I'll hit you up later?
- I'll be here.

Harper's gentleman
friend is a Trey Wendor,

an uninspired student with a
half dozen misdemeanor arrests.

Any violent crimes?

Possession of marijuana,
attempt to sell marijuana,

possession of
a controlled substance.

No accounting for taste.

I got Harper in sight.

This job is way off campus.

Finch? That shift
she's covering for Trey,

he works in a dispensary.

Medical marijuana?

Do what you love, you'll
never work a day in your life.

State regulations require
a dispensary card

for every patient.

How fast can you get
me into the database?

Let's see. Detective Riley
suffers PTSD

from multiple gun shot wounds.

And let's say chronic back pain.
Back pain is better.

I'll have Dr. Tillman call
it in. It won't take long.

Well, that was easy.

Finch, how do you know so
much about getting marijuana?

Mr. Reese, do you want me
to call this in or not?

On the job, Harold?

Ms. Groves.

Good to see you're
still on task.

The world could scarcely afford
to lose another pot dealer.

Sri Lanka?

I know you prefer
sencha green, but

their black tea is to die for.

I did as you asked.
I stayed away.

You did that for
your own reasons, Harry.

What if you're going
about it all wrong?

Maybe we should be
looking for people to enlist.

A good samaritan?
How can you say that after...

everything that happened?

"Everything that
happened." Is--

Is that her name now?

You said you didn't
want to talk about Ms. Shaw.

Let's talk about
the 7.1 billion people

out there, Harold.

And the odds that
a few of them just might

give us an advantage over a
runaway artificial intelligence.

What's the Machine proposing?

She wants me to build an app.

For what purpose?

Don't know yet.

It's gotta be a killer app

to get the attention
of the right people.

Anyone in particular you
have in mind, Ms. Groves?

Looks like you've got
your hands full, Harold.

I can handle it.

And this is for you.

To die for.

Detective John Riley.

PTSD.

Been shot multiple times.

Sweet Mary Jane.
This place is legal?

According to the state,
just not the federal government,

which means that it's
still a cash business.

Wow. They must be
raking it in.

They just can't find
any banks that will take it.

The banks can still be
prosecuted by the feds

for taking illegal drug money.

And they risk having
their charters pulled.

So where does all the money go?

Good question.

It's like the Wild West
or prohibition all over again.

It just makes
these dispensaries

big, fat targets for criminals.

And our number is
right in the thick of it.

Thanks.

Skulk and dagger,
what are you having?

Something for my back.

Right.
You're new here.

Uh, try the Kona push pops
over there.

Thank you.

What happened to Trey?

He was supposed to make
a deposit this afternoon.

You can't keep sending
burnouts to the bank

with cash that smell
like skunk weed, Noah.

They're not stupid.

Thought that burnout
was your boyfriend.

I suppose you
have a better idea?

The biggest commercial
banks in the world

have been cleaning
cartel money for years.

You just gotta pay
the right guy.

That's money laundering.
We're not criminals.

This is a legal business.

Cash has to go somewhere, boss.

What do we do with
tonight's haul?

You're gonna have to make
a transfer to

a secure off-site
holding facility.

Security details sending
multiple cars.

- Right now?
- Let them in the back.

Then close up the shop.
Clock out.

Sounds like our
anthropology major has been

studying economics.

They're closing up shop, Finch.

It's a cash pick up.

They vary the times,
vehicle routes.

That does not sound good.

Even worse, these
guys aren't standard transpo.

They're Brotherhood.

Looks like Dominic is
getting into

the legalized security
business.

Get out the car!

This is the cartel.
It's an ambush!

Give us the money!

Oh, my God!
What just happened?

Who the hell are you?

Your lucky day.

They were tipped off.
They knew your pickup time.

What the hell?

Damn.

Bags were switched out.

Where's the cash?

I'll be right back.

Finch, Harper knew
more about this cash pickup

than she let on.

What the hell you doing?
You lost your mind?

Do I know you?

Your life's in danger.

You're that fake cop
back at the store.

What?

If you were a real cop,

I'd have been arrested by now.

I guess we're both
good at role-playing.

Beat it.

I'm not going anywhere.

And I'm not going
anywhere with you.

Trust me, lady.
You need my help.

Like a hole in my head.

Keep it moving,
Kush pops. I got this.

Give me the bag while you still
got a chance to get out of this.

All right, fine.
Take the cash.

Good choice.

Thanks.

Mr. Reese?

Have you got our girl?

No. She's definitely
no one's girl.

Well, her number
just came up. Again.

And I think I know why.

Harper isn't who
we thought she was.

She definitely isn't interested
in our help.

Mr. Reese, are you
at Harper's dorm room?

Just let myself in.

Finch, in addition
to grand theft,

our gal Harper's been taking up
a collection on campus.

Or whatever her real name is.

I've looked into the issues
with the ex-roomie.

It appears that
the real Harper Rose

took this semester off
for mental health reasons.

Apparently campus housing
doesn't know it yet.

Multiple cell phones,

IDs...

Either she's a serial killer
or a chameleon who

changes her identity
like socks.

Perhaps that's the reason
the Machine

sent us her number again.

Before she changes identities.

Finch,

Harper's been tracking
the dispensary

cash deposits for weeks.

So last night's robbery
wasn't impulsive.

It was planned.

All right, she's not a student.

Definitely an operator.

What about the boyfriend?

It was an inside job after all.

Something tells me she wasn't

all that into Trey
in the first place.

And as for college...

I think she just dropped out.

Hey, this is amazing.

Your little Miss Mary Jane
has aliases connected

to over a dozen other
criminal cases.

She's been busy.

Some of them were
actually girl-next-doors

we brought in for questioning,

but their alibis checked out.

She stole their identities
to commit the crimes.

So what are we dealing with?
Grifter? Con artist? Thief?

Likely, all of the above.

I don't get it.
We supposed to

protect her or arrest her?

Maybe both.

We have to find her first.

I'll bet she changes residence

as often as her identity.

Time we split up, Lionel.

Hey, well, there's
a lot of names here.

What's your pal
Mr. Peabody doing?

Nicely done,
Ms. Groves.

Smells like money.

Cash crop.

How's business, Noah?

Dominic.

Uh...
things were good...

till last night.

Since you hired me to
handle security and transport,

I figured I should look
into the situation directly.

These guys, they
came out of nowhere.

Not nowhere.
Mexico.

They were cartel.

Why would the cartel
want to steal from me?

I'm nothing compared to
what they have going on.

Dispensaries are taking
millions

out of their pockets
all across the country.

But all that money needs
protecting and washing

and that's the kind of
business they want to be in.

Too bad I already
beat 'em to it.

All the way up the
I-95 Corridor.

But somehow the cartel
knew when and where to hit us?

Not from me. They didn't
even do most of the damage.

Who did?

Some cop in a suit.

When the shooting started,
he came out of nowhere.

- Blasting everyone--
- In the kneecaps.

- Detective Riley?
- Yeah, that's it.

He was a customer in the store

- when it all went down.
- Of course he was.

That's when the cash
went missing.

Someone switched out
the bag it was in.

The cartel didn't
get the money.

I don't like losing a shipment

or manpower, so we
gotta clean this up.

Scorched earth,
you feel me, Noah?

What does that mean?

Who else was working
there last night?

Guard at the door, stock boy,

girl named Harper,
hired about a month ago.

Where can I find her?

I--
I don't know.

I tried calling.
She didn't answer her phone.

She's just a college kid.

Her boyfriend, Trey,
vouched for her.

Okay. Where can I
find this Trey?

_

_

_

Yeah...

Score!

Harp?

Not tonight, sweetheart.

A couple differences
between me and your girl.

One, I would rather
do a dime in Rikers

than your
half-baked ass and,

two, I only take what's mine.

Where you been, Trey?

I don't know.
Here... class...

I mean, maybe not class, but...

Whoa.

Sit.

Right.

Got friends upstate
doing hard time

for selling weaker
schwag than that.

I'm... sorry?

Now the government's gone
and made that OG dank legal.

Taxing it!
Ain't that a bitch?

Yeah, the government,
it's--

it's pretty diabolical.

Do you want some ice cream?

I don't know what
you want from me.

Oh, sure you do, Trey.

We want the money back.

And we want your girl.

Time to take a little trip.

You want me to cut a deal?

I'm not that guy.

The way I see it, Jorge,

you should be begging me
for a deal.

You and your cartel buddies
shot up

a medical marijuana
dispensary last night.

I told you, man.
I don't flip on nobody.

Hey, that guy out there,

he looks familiar.

Is he a witness?

This who tipped you off about
the cash delivery?

Maria.

She's not long for this world.

Maria?

What?
That's not her name?

Not even close.

She lied about her name?

Didn't tell us
that the Brotherhood

was handling security transpo.

Not to mention,
who's that gringo

with the suit out there?

Whoa, whoa, one thing
at a time.

Tell me where I can find Maria.

Where'd you meet her?

Club Boost.

Couple weeks ago.

She said that her favorite
DJ was gonna be playing there.

That girl loves to dance.

Oh, my God! Fiona!
This club is off the hook!

How did you get us in?

The owner and I,
we go way back.

You guys want more bubbly?

- Free champagne!
- Yeah!

We need to talk.

Oh, we already did.

We were interrupted.

Right. Sorry about
the knee.

But I can tell you're
the kind of guy

that doesn't take
"No" for an answer.

Champagne?

Where's the money?

I spent it.

All of it?
Already?

I paid some bills,
balanced my checkbook,

and what do you know?

Turns out I owed some
other guys some money.

A lot of money.

What other guys?

The guys who own the club!

Don't worry, we're square.

Even threw in bottle service
to seal the deal.

We're leaving now.

If you don't mind,

Fiona would like to
get back to her girlfriends.

Oh, Harper,
you didn't just steal drugs.

You stole from Dominic.

Don't look now.
You've just been...

spotted.

NYPD.
Come with me.

Sorry, Detective.

But I don't really feel
like spending

tonight in holding.

You really want to do this?

Come on, you.

Yum.

Thanks.
Starving.

The cuffs are a bit
over the top, don't you think?

I mean, even for
someone like you.

Someone like me?

I know cops.
Your friend here,

he's the real deal.

I bet he bleeds blue.
But you,

you're playing make believe.

My guess is former military
with a side of hero complex.

So what makes you say that?

You military folk
have all the same tells.

Posture, the hair--

It's like they make you
in a factory.

Not bad.

Well, thank you
for that analysis.

Now, let's just focus on you.

You're in real trouble, kid.

Dominic wants you dead and he's
good at getting what he wants.

What I don't understand
is why the cartel

showed up when they did.

Maybe a little birdie
gave them a heads up

there'd be some money
changing hands.

So the cartel swooped in
to knock off the cash...

only to realize later they're
left holding the wrong bag.

Worked beautifully, too.

Until your partner
started playing hero.

I don't know about the cartel,

but Dominic's not about
to let you off the hook.

Don't be such a drama queen.

Stealing from criminals
is a victimless crime.

Unless you're the victim.

Detective...

I got her, Harold.

Good, but that's not
why I'm calling.

We have a new number.

Ms. Harper's friend
from the dorm, Trey.

Dominic must think
he knows something.

I went through his dorm room
and found it empty.

I couldn't tell if
the disarray was

evidence of a kidnapping

or just a dreadful sloven.

In either event, you should
make sure that Ms. Harper

doesn't leave your side.

Your buddy Trey's in trouble.

Dominic must be
after him because of you.

Who was on the phone?

Did you-- did you
even answer a phone?

Is there something in his ear?

Eh, it's John and his friends.

It's kind of like their thing.

They-- they
know stuff.

Oh... sounds
very technical.

Look, Trey doesn't know
anything about me.

He doesn't even know
my real name.

What is your real name?

I think I'll keep
Harper for now.

I like the way that sounds.

So what's gonna happen to Trey?

We have to get to him
before Dominic realizes

the kid's useless.
Let's go.

We got all manpower
flipping cash

for gift cards, money orders
up the Eastern seaboard.

I don't need cash.
I need ones and zeroes.

Get me more gamers.

Ah!

Ow!

Where is she?

I don't--
I don't know, man.

I told you.

Your girl stole from me.

She got too close
to you and Noah

which means she knows things.

Things she shouldn't.

Harper's just some girl
I was hanging out with.

Her name's not Harper.

The girl's a grifter
working fools like you

to get what she wants.

No way.

What about Detective Riley?

How does she know him?

Who?

No, come on, dude.
Come on, come on.

Ah!

I don't know who that is.

I wanna believe you, Trey.

It's 'cause of guys like you

I'm taking my business
to the next level.

It is?

You and your video games.

See, the dispensary owners

have a bank problem.

So they have to
hire guys like me

to protect them
and all that cash.

Then I see guys like you
spend thousands on games.

Warriors of the realm.

Turning real currency,
virtual, cold hard cash

for fake gold.

All I needed to figure out
was how to

turn that into real money again

then transfer it into
a bank account.

Yeah, that's really smart.

Yes, it is.

But now I feel
that's all been jeopardized.

It's not. She's not
gonna say anything.

- No?
- No, she's not.

I hope not.

'Cause if she does,

you won't need to worry about
studying for those finals.

Maybe we should kick
this know-nothing fool.

He got played,
clear and simple.

No.
With Riley in the mix,

she'll be coming back around.

As far as I'm concerned,
they're both loose ends.

You live here?

I own the apartment.

An excellent
non-answer.

What about Captain McConnick?

He work for you?

Detective Riley and I
are partners.

I didn't see that coming.

Harold, I'm gonna
need that cash.

It's all there.

Though the withdrawal put
a sizable dent in our reserves

but I think the lives
of two people

are worth that sacrifice.

Where are you going with that?

Paying off Dominic.

It's the only play
to keep you safe.

I've been in
way deeper than this.

What about Trey?

Does he have as big
of a death wish as you do?

Come on! You guys are
making it seem like

I knew he was
gonna get kidnapped.

Maybe you'll think about someone
other than yourself

next time you steal
from drug dealers.

Don't let her out
of your sight.

He's a real live wire, huh?

CIA or Special Forces?

Mister-- uh,
Detective Riley

is a complicated person.

And you?
What's your story?

You fund some kind of

alternative private
military contractors?

We like to think of what we do

as a community service.

Why?

Why what?

You two are obviously
helping people

on a regular basis.

Exhibit A, this ornately
decorated apartment

that no one lives in.
Which means

you probably have
a boatload of money

and much better things
to do with your time

than to just stick
your neck out

for people you don't know.

So why do it?

Everybody deserves a champion.

Well, where do you get
your information?

I'm good with technology.

A hacker.

You're a guy who needs order.

Coding is good for that.
It channels the OCD.

It fosters the illusion
of control.

You should stop gripping
the wheel so tight.

Try turning into the skid.

Ah!

And you prefer disorder.

Why swim upstream when you can

ride the current all the way
down to the waterfall?

What happens when
you reach the cliff?

I'll let you know
when I get there.

That's an interesting
take on life.

It's freedom.

I steal from criminals
'cause they don't call the cops.

I don't plant roots so
I can bail at a moment's notice.

Sounds more like running.

An antique art deco
engagement ring,

about a karat.

Is it a family heirloom?

It's just a piece of tin
that I stole

from an old lady who tried
to screw me over.

Got anything to eat
around here?

Got something for your boss.

Right there's good.

In exchange for the kid
and for the girl's life.

Don't know what you're
talking about, Detective.

You're welcome to
leave the cash though.

Where's Dominic?

He's unavailable.

But like we said,
you can leave the case.

That's not gonna happen.

I'll take that.

That's my number for your boss
when he's ready to talk.

Or I can keep kicking
his ass from a distance.

Whatever he prefers.

I can't tell you
how excited I am

about what
you've brought to us.

Now you see why
I needed your company.

Yeah, I thought it was
a simple app,

but it's a truly sophisticated

build for a mobile platform.

You, uh,
work with an incubator?

Not on this project.

It's just me.

What type of partnership
are you looking for?

Combining my software
with your compression algorithm

will save me
a lot of time and money

and allow us to sell it
at a lower price point

to the consumer.

If you're interested
in partnering up

on something so small,
of course.

Well, I imagine the boss
will be as impressed as I am

with what you've created.

So, um, why don't I call you

once he weighs in?

I look forward to it.

Tell me something.
Why bring it to us?

You could've gone anywhere.

Your boss's reputation
precedes him.

Got your message...

Detective.

I'll give you
the money you're owed

if you agree to
stay away from Harper.

And I want that kid
back in one piece.

Okay.

It's a deal.

If you decide to tell me
who you really are.

'Cause you're sure as hell
no detective.

Well, you saw my card.

It says John Riley,

Homicide Detective.

That's me.

No real cop would
pay off the debt

of some homeless grifter.

I'm not like other cops.

We finally agree on something.

You and me,

this isn't personal.

It's just that you keep
trying to hurt people

and I don't like it
when people get hurt.

Why does Elias get a pass?

Well, he and I
have an understanding.

He stays out of my way
and I stay out of his.

That right?

That's right.

That's how it works with Elias.

But you already know that.

Just like you know
he's coming for you.

I'll be ready.

But as for us,

if I stay out of your way,
you'll show me the same respect?

As long as you stop trying
to kill innocent people.

The girl's not innocent.

Well, that's up for debate.

How about I give you Trey
and you give me the girl?

That's not gonna happen.

I got him.

He pulls anything stupid,

I'll pull the trigger.

Which one is it?

One of the pretty
little brunettes

or your partner
Detective Fusco?

You're not gonna
kill an unarmed man.

I know that much.

So I guess this
little talk is over...

for now.

You can stand down now.

Looks like your little parlay
didn't do us much good.

Harper's still in trouble and
her stoner boyfriend's

probably dead.

Always looking on
the bright side, aren't you?

Okay, Detective
Sunshine, what do we do now?

So that tall drink
of darkness failed

to dazzle Dominic
with his witty banter

and a briefcase full of cash.

We'll discuss our next option

when he gets back.

It'll be too late.
You know how these guys work.

Shoot first, don't ask questions
later because the person's dead.

I put my life at risk
knowing the stakes.

Trey didn't.

So, I'm gonna rescue that dummy

with or without you guys.

I'll have a much better chance
if I got some backup.

What do you propose?

You're good with
technology, right?

- Girl wants a word.
- Send her over.

I knew you had balls, but I
didn't know you were stupid.

Don't be so mad, Alfonso.

You got his nephew in
a lot of trouble, little girl.

You set him up to fail.

Cops got involved.
He got shot.

I'm gonna make it up to you.

Nico, boss,

I have no interest in starting
a war with the cartel.

I like the way my head looks
attached to my shoulders.

Oh! Should have waited
for Detective Riley.

Dominic's been consolidating
power in this town.

Half the gangs work
for him now.

Tell me something I don't know.

You guys are losing money
hand over fist

with this
legalization nonsense.

You want what's rightfully
yours; let me help you get it.

How to you plan to do that?

Dominic's laundering cash.

A lot of it.
And he can only do that

one small chunk at a time
or the feds will catch on.

Do you know what that means?

He needs to keep
the cash somewhere.

Bingo.

And not just hundreds
of thousands,

but tens of millions.

Alfonso...
put the gun down.

You got my attention.
What do you need?

Have your boys put
the word out on the street

that you found me.

Dominic will have no choice
but to reach out

to make a deal.

Then you leave
the rest up to me.

Nice job, Ms. Harper.
The cartel took you straight to

Dominic's stronghold,
just as you thought.

If you're wrong,
you're dead wrong.

Finch, Harper's inside with
the cartel.

I'm moving into position.

Hey, I've got something in here.

What now?

I need to get to the roof.

It's the only way
to get to Trey

without busting
through the warehouse.

You really going along
with the con girl's plan?

Finch trusts her.

Sort of.

That's a real
vote of confidence.

Where's the money?

What money?

Whoa.

You don't want to
do this, Nico.

We agreed to a trade.

I know, but there's a problem.

I've got nothing to trade.

Had the money taken to
a more secure location.

What?

That was cool.

Hey, Trey.
I'm John.

Dude, I hope you're here
to rescue me

because these dudes
are not messing around.

Your friend Harper sent me.

Huh...

I knew she was into me.

You set us up!

Dude, what is this for?

- You ready?
- For what?

- Hang on.
- Awesome!

Wait, what happens now?

Cool.

Drop it! On the ground now!

Get down!
Hands where I can see them!

Stay where you are!
On your knees!

Move!

What did we do?

The serial number's filed off.

That's one felony.

I'll think of some more

on our way to the station.

You're welcome to inspect

our weapons, Detective.

They're all registered for use

under my private security,

protection, and
transportation service.

Squeaky clean, huh?

These guys can go.
Check these weapons.

Got a call from Noah.

Appreciate the heads up.

What's your angle?

I figured you'd stop
trying to kill me

if I proved myself.

Getting rid of the cartel

seemed liked a good deal
for both of us.

Especially 'cause
they wanted me dead too.

We good now?

For now.

What about Trey?

This was never
about him anyway.

You wanted a face to face.

With me.

A lady bold enough
to steal from the cartel

and my guys,

and clever enough to
get away with it,

makes you a force to
be reckoned with.

Someone I could use on my team.

Whenever you're done
playing vigilante

with that fake cop,
come see me.

Where's the kid?

Harp!

I'm happy you're okay, Trey.

But I think we
need to break up.

What?

What did I do?

Don't try to figure them out.

Come on.
I'll give you a ride.

Your app is truly special,
Shannon.

The code-- it's the most elegant
string I've seen in years.

I-I really
appreciate the support.

This is, like, a dream.

Just being in the room
with the great Caleb Fitz.

Aw, you give me
too much credit.

Please. Sit.

So, where did you
learn to code?

I-I'm kind of
self taught.

Me too. I think most of
the best programmers are.

I told Shannon you wanted to
discuss something else with her.

Yes.
Down to business.

We were wondering if
you have any interest

in working on something
with a team.

You mean for you?

I never considered
myself in that league.

You absolutely are.

It's for a new security
software we're developing

and we could really use
someone with your skills.

So what do you think?

I'd be honored.

You guys were right.

I totally needed backup.

Maybe you should stay
out of trouble for a while,

Ms. Harper.

What's the fun in that?

You are a good man, Harold.

And you,

thanks for reminding me that
it's not just

my ass on the line.

Finch?

I think she just
stole your watch.

Oh, that's okay.
I stole her ring.

She knows where to find me

if she wants it back.

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