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Oh, damn.

Dennis Anderson?

You've been served.

You have fun with that grand jury.

So we took a private cruise down the
Potomac, had lots of champagne, and

midnight we came back in and did a
little salsa dancing.

I love salsa dancing.

So come with us next time. With you and
your date?

I don't think so. Well, bring one of
your own, Jess.

What about that guy in cybercrime? I see
him checking you out all the time.

Probably amazed at the frantic pace she
keeps.

Am I interrupting the girl talk?

No, we were... Pratorical question,
right? She's getting my rhythm.

Ladies?

Rebecca Flynn, process server for the
Baltimore District Attorney's Office.

That's not going to make her popular.

Apparently not. She disappeared last
night sometime after 9 o 'clock.

It was the last time she checked in with
her boss. Said she was about halfway

through the list of people she had
subpoenas for.

Does she always work at night? Best way
to catch people off guard since most of

her clients are trying to avoid her.

Can we get a copy of her list? Thought
you'd never ask.

Nine people.

Number nine on the list didn't show up
for custody hearing because he never

received a summons.

Maybe he dodged her?

Not likely. Most of the neighbors saw
him at home.

Watching television all night.

Rebecca Flynn never showed up. Any
chance she could have blew off work, you

know, partied all night, ended up with
somebody else in place?

That was a feeling right about now.
According to her boss, she loved her

Never failed to deliver in three years.

Must be nice.

To love your job?

I have an employee so dedicated that the
only explanation for her not doing her

job is that something must have happened
to her.

Well, let's hope he's wrong.

Agent, I live in the Garden of Hope.

Go make something bloom for me. You got
it.

Wishing you and me now. Me, I'm here
holding it down.

And isn't the doubt got no delusions?

Wearing my options out.

Searching through every shroud of truth.
It's my conclusion.

Baltimore PD found Rebecca Flynn's car
parked in the long -term parking at the

PWI airport.

Did she book a flight?

Uh, no. Besides, a briefcase was in the
back seat of the car. Whoever took

Rebecca ditched her car there.

Any subpoenas in the case? Just one for
the custody case. Looks like she

delivered the other eight.

Signs of violence in the car? Nothing
obvious. I'm going to bring it back for

forensics. All right, keep me informed.

Sir.

Talk to me, Scott.

Janice Anderson was the last one to see
Rebecca Flynn alive.

Rebecca served her around 11 .30 p .m.
Anderson says she went straight home

after that. The doorman confirms it.
What about the others on Rebecca's list?

Talk to two. Both of them said Rebecca
didn't seem nervous or scared, but the

man she served right before Anderson
thinks he might have seen a car

her. What kind of car?

A sedan, blue or green, maybe black,
possibly a convertible.

But he's sure it wasn't a submarine or
an airplane, right? We're about to

interview Martin Hallenbeck, who also
got subpoenaed yesterday.

If he confirms the car, it would help.

I'll see you in Olena.

Martin Hallenbach, federal agent.

Guess he's not home.

Nicole. What?

Huh. Maybe he forgot to feed him, but...
Maybe not.

You know, he may be in need of
assistance.

Okay, Nicole, we go through this all the
time. You cannot enter a private home

without court authorization or the
invitation of the owner, and this time

Jeff.

We're authorized.

It's open.

Mr. Hallenbeck?

Mr. Hallenbeck?

It's like our Martin hasn't been home
for a while.

There's mail here from a couple of weeks
back.

Rebecca served him in subpoena
yesterday.

We assumed she did since it wasn't in
her briefcase.

Maybe she tracked him down somewhere
else.

There's no one up there.

What did he get subpoenaed for?

Skipping jury duty.

You're kidding. They subpoena you for
that?

Man.

I gotta call my brother.

What?

Uh, nothing. He used to like model
trains. I just haven't talked to him for

while.

Alright.

Maybe Hollenbeck's at work.

You get to know where he works at.

I'm thinking Viscom Industries.

Viscom. This year's Enron.

Two VPs in jail, more indictments on the
way.

Martin Hollenbeck, please.

I see. When was that?

Okay, thank you.

Not there.

Fired two weeks ago.

Didn't even show to pick up his last
paycheck.

Okay, so Martin's not on vacation?

Not by choice, anyway.

Why don't you talk to his neighbors?
Find out when the last time they saw

I'll check with his co -workers.

Anything interesting?

No, you're stopping by, sir.

Just the way I like it, agent. Am I
good?

All clear, sir.

What have you found?

Hair and fingerprints from Rebecca
Flynn. And there's a partial fingerprint

right here on the steering wheel. But
it's too smudged to run through the

database.

But it's a whirl pattern. And Rebecca
Flynn has a tinted arch.

So, um... And it's not her fingerprint.

Right. Which supports your theory that
whoever grabbed her drove her car to the

airport. Right.

Check this out.

Please tell me that's my music only you
can hear. It's tuned to AM 1680.

Now, we're not getting a signal because
it's out of range, but in Baltimore,

1680 gives you information on the
Interstate 95 construction project. You

traffic delays, accidents, stuff like
that. Don't make me wait for the

punchline, Agent.

Rebecca Flynn didn't go anywhere near
the interstate.

Here's the places where she dropped off
her subpoenas.

Right?

Through here.

This is where she lives.

Now they're near the freeway.

So why would she be listening to that
station?

Mr. Burns, for the evening, included
more than work.

Right. Or maybe the kidnapper changed
the station. Or maybe he's the one who

drove on the freeway. Not bad.

And now your amazing insight that breaks
the case is... Well, I thought maybe we

should look into the construction sites
to see if anybody saw her car nearby or

if there were any incidents reported.

So you're done here?

Basically, yeah.

Then go amaze me.

I have nothing further to say to the
Federal Trade Commission.

I'm strictly middle management. The
criminal acts were a mile over my head.

If you want to speak with my lawyer, I
can... I'm FBI, Mr. Foley. Not FTC. I'm

not part of the VidCon investigation.

Oh.

Then what is this about? Mr. Foley, your
next appointment is waiting. Oh, I've

got a meeting.

I understand that. But I just need to
ask you a few questions about one of

employees. Mr. Martin Hallenbeck?

Hallenbeck? Bowling mustache.

Early 30s, brown hair, brown eyes. You
were a supervisor?

You fired him two weeks ago.

Oh, yeah, Martin, requisitions guy.
Which means?

He bought our office supplies.

Right. So what would that kind of guy
have to do to get fired?

Stop coming to work.

Why? No idea.

Called him at home, left messages, but
he never called back. It finally had to

terminate him. That's it?

What else is there?

Well, you didn't follow up to see what
happened to him?

No.

An employee of yours disappeared, and,
Mr. Foley, you don't seem to care.

May I be honest with you, I just got...
Yes, please.

Mr. Hollenbeck wasn't the sort of person
who made a big impression.

He felt replaceable.

Records say he was an okay employee,
although his number of sick days was

average and he did spend a lot of time
on the Internet instead of working. You

monitor computer usage?

Every keystroke. Let Miss Spencer know
that I'm here.

I'd like to take a look at Martin's
computer and workspace and talk to his

colleagues, whoever he was closest to.

I have no idea who that might be.

Then you didn't see who he talked to or
had lunch with?

He ate alone.

I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be evasive,
Agent.

He just wasn't the sort of man to leave
much of a trace behind him.

Carl, this prospect is... Hello, I'm
Agent Nicole Scott, FBI.

Not the Trade Commission.

How can we help?

I was just talking to Mr. Foley about
one of your employees, Martin

I don't suppose you know him.

I'm afraid I don't have time to get to
know everyone in the Viscom family as

well as I'd like. It's amazing that more
of your employees don't go missing the

way they're valued around here.

Have a nice day.

Thank you for your time. You're welcome.

Nicole, it's me.

I hope you're getting something at
VidCon because the neighbors are a bust.

They don't know where Martin is either?

They barely know he exists.

Nobody I've talked to has said more than
ten words to him, and he's been here

for four and a half years. Same with his
co -workers.

When they cleared out his desk, you want
to know what they found?

A single ticket to the symphony, which
he missed last Friday.

My life's on hot.

Let's not go that far.

I also had Antonio track down his
family, see if they heard from him.

Tell me that his family cares where he
is.

Raised by a single mother, no siblings.

Mother moved to Cancun with her boy toy
three years ago.

Sends her kid a postcard every once in a
while.

No wonder I can't get connected enough
to have a vision.

It's like he hasn't made a connection in
his life.

Can I call you back?

You know the number.

I'm Jeff Mastroianni, FBI.

Tracy Summers. I'm here about Martin
Hallenbeck.

What about him?

We're looking for him.

I'm so glad.

I went to the police about a week ago.
They just told me not to worry.

Really, none of the other neighbors
seemed to notice he was gone. Oh, yeah.

Well, it's not always easy to get to
know people around here.

All right.

Well, I've been in Washington for eight
months, and I still have dinner by

myself every night.

Oh, let me guess.

Workaholic, great career, no life.

More or less.

Me too.

Exciting life, but you miss things.

Don't reach out to people.

Well, you were friends with Martin, at
least.

I wish I was.

Especially now.

We talked sometimes. I just, he seemed
like a nice guy, you know?

When was the last time?

Two weeks.

I helped him put in some tomato plants.
He was having trouble tying the vines,

and those little plastic ties are so
small.

Did he seem upset about anything, or...?
No.

Um... He's a train freak.

He was talking about how he wished he'd
lived 150 years ago to help build the

Transcontinental Railroad.

And I laughed.

I don't know why I laughed. He was
trying to share something with me, and I

thought he was making a joke.

And I just laughed.

And it was the wrong reaction.

And that's the last time that I thought.

Martin was more than a friend to you,
wasn't he?

I don't know. I always figured there'd
be more time.

I'd get to know him better.

It's only now that he's not around. I
noticed that I You miss him very much

And I just didn't have time to notice it
before

Agent Mastriani.

Your... your cell phone.

Thank you for your help.

Mastriani. Hey, it's Antonio.

Everything okay?

Yes, fine. Why?

Meet me at the Caton Road off -ramp.

95 Freeway.

All right.

So the mirror was bleeding?

That's freaky.

Yeah, tell me about it.

What else?

Uh, when Martin held up his hand, he had
six fingers.

Six digits?

Six days?

I don't know, but Martin and Rebecca
were terrified of the man chasing them.

think they're in real trouble.

Yeah, I'd say you're right.

What's up?

Here's our missing woman. She's dead.

How? She was strangled and buried in
that trench over there. It's a footing

a concrete pour.

In another couple hours, that would have
built right over her.

I guess we can tell Pollock we found his
missing person.

One found, another one lost.

Where's Martin Hallenbeck, the last guy
she served?

We interviewed everyone on Rebecca
Flynn's list with the exception of

Hallenbeck. Nobody else saw a blue,
green, or black car following her. Which

could mean that her killer stayed out of
sight or that he only started following

her when he was first seen. Or that your
witness didn't really see anything.

Well, here's what we know for sure, sir.

Janice Anderson saw Rebecca alive and
well at 1130 in the parking lot of

Fitzmark Gym. So he probably killed her
right there, put her body in the car and

drove away.

He got the construction updates on the
radio, which told him where to bury her.

He dropped off her car at the airport,
then came back and picked up his own car

at the gym.

How do you get back to the gym?

Uh, bus, cab, shuttle. There's plenty of
transportation from the airport.

Antonio's checking with transport
companies. Probably a long shot, bud.

This relates to the loser with the train
fetish. How?

Martin Hallenbeck. He was in the vision
with Rebecca.

Pursuing her?

Don't be in pursuit. I think whoever
killed Rebecca also took Martin. So the

cases have to be connected, sir.

Martin was on her list, but we didn't
find his subpoena in her briefcase.

So she found him and served him, which
makes him no longer missing. I just love

happy endings, don't you? Well, if
that's what happened.

But what if someone else took a subpoena
out of her briefcase? Her killer, for

example. What? Why? To add to his
collection?

I don't know why.

Which is my point.

Even if this guy Martin isn't in
trouble, we still need to talk to him

Rebecca and find out if he saw her that
night.

Do I look like I'm stopping you?

I used to eat at one of these all the
time in college.

Really? Yeah.

Hey, Carmilla.

Hi. Thank you.

So, tell you mine if you tell me yours.

Well, I got curious about all the sick
days Martin took. Turns out he wasn't

slacking. He got in an accident at work
about a year ago. There's a crate of

pencils fell on him. Sounds like a bad
joke, right?

But it shattered his wrist and caused
nerve damage in his hand.

Office supplies can be so dangerous.

He had two surgeries and nine months of
physical therapy. Still never got full

mobility back.

One of his neighbors said he had trouble
tying up tomato buns.

Well, I checked out that airport
transportation thing.

No luck, but I did find something else.

Martin's computer use at Viscom. Every
keystroke.

Man, those guys are paranoid.

This is the chat room where he hung out?
Yeah, it's mostly people griping about

their jobs, you know, being a cog in the
corporate machine, that type of thing.

But some of the members get a little
more radical.

Don't let big business corrupt the soul
of America.

The class war is coming, and sooner than
you think. Martin's been lurking at

this site for months, not posting
anything until about two weeks ago.

His screen name, Mr. Nobody.

Poor guy.

Looks like he's posted every day since.

Well, that's good. Wherever he is, at
least we know he's alive. I'm alive and

pissed off.

I spent seven years as a slave to the
corporate tyrants. They broke my spirit

and my body. One way or another, they
must be made to pay.

Well, I guess he's a little more
antisocial than we thought.

Master Yanni, can you trace those
posters?

Find out where Martin's logging on?
Yeah, just give me a few minutes.

Tracy wants to see me.

The neighbor?

All right, anything might help.

I thought it would help if you had a
picture.

Thanks. I know you would have called if
you'd heard something, and I'm sorry. I

probably shouldn't have dragged you out
here like this. We think that Martin's

alive. Really?

Has somebody seen him?

He's been posting messages in chat
rooms.

Did I say where he is?

We're still working on that.

Tracy, did Martin ever talk to you about
how he felt about working for Viscom?

Mostly okay.

Until he had an accident.

Yeah, I've read the medical reports.

Then you know how much he suffered.

And that Viscom would only pay the bare
minimum of his medical bills, and that

they called his physical therapy
unnecessary.

Does that make me angry?

Yeah, well, Martin's not an angry guy.

He was frustrated, of course, and I know
he wrote them letters.

Saying what?

That he thought he deserved some help.

He was with the company for seven years.

Did he ever talk about taking further
action?

What do you mean, like a lawsuit?

No. Martin knew how small he was.

Has Martin done something wrong?

I really hope not.

Mastriani. Antonio got a trace on a Wi
-Fi hub in the office building about

a block from Viscom.

1401 Northchester.

I'll meet you there.

All right. I'm on my way.

You think you could narrow it down a
little bit?

The hub covers the whole building.

35 floors.

There's no listing on the sixth floor.

And there's a lease sign outside.

Let's go check it out.

You think he's sneaking into other
offices at night using their computers?

Tapping the building's Wi -Fi system
using his own transmitter.

Last seen at 1401 North Chester Street.
He's been living here for the past two

weeks.

Yeah, armed and dangerous.

Thanks.

Baltimore PD's on him.

What happened? Why'd he snap?

Kid had been building up for years.

Anger, frustration, loneliness.

Maybe it was the medical thing that
pushed him over.

Poor Tracy's in love with him.

Check this out.

This is a quality site.

You can read a dime from half a mile
with this thing.

The trade's where he bought it.

It's pro -gear, Jeff.

Maybe we've been misunderstanding this
guy.

Nicole still at the gun shop?

Long way back.

Something wrong?

No, just another night at a takeout at
the office.

You have to cancel a date or something?

Sadly, no.

Do you find it difficult having a social
life with this job?

Me?

No, we get off at one or two. I'm still
going with my boys at Georgetown.

Okay, so it's just me.

What's this, Jill?

Nothing.

Uh, the Baltimore police, did they find
anything on Martin?

No, but they issued a warrant on him.

For what?

Attempted murder on you and Nicole and
murder on Rebecca.

That's a bit of a leap.

He fired at you on Rebecca, and they're
assuming that he was there when she...

He showed up at that subpoena. No, he
wasn't. His fish was dead.

Yeah, well, maybe he shot that, too.

Okay, well, even if he was there, why
would he kill her?

Maybe she saw something he didn't want
her to.

Or maybe he did just snap.

No, he was rational enough not to kill
her right there in his house. I mean, he

followed her and he murdered her away
from the scene.

And he has a 92 green Camry, which
matches the witness.

The clerk at Sammy's Sporting Goods
remembers Martin. He came in ten days

buy a rifle.

Said he filled out all the paperwork and
then came back after a seven -day

waiting period. Careful it's illegal.

Mm -hmm. He also bought the ammo and
site there, too. He tried to buy a

but it was on back order. Said he didn't
want to wait.

That's not good.

This is the security camera footage of
Martin and his shiny new rifle.

Can you enhance that?

Look at that. He knows exactly where the
camera is. We underestimated him.

Martin's more dangerous than we thought.
That guy's dangerous, though, right?

But he's not Martin Hallenbeck.

How is that not Martin?

Let's look at the tape again.

Look at his hand.

His right hand.

The one he hurt in the accident.

Someone who couldn't tie up tomato
plants couldn't handle a rifle like

told the clerk he was Martin and he
filled out all the paperwork as Martin.

But he's really an imposter.

Pretending to be an anonymous office
supply clerk?

If I'm looking for a cover, I'm going to
pick the most isolated nobody I can

find. Someone who could go missing for
weeks and nobody would notice.

Okay, so this guy matches Martin's
general description.

But he wouldn't fool anybody who knew
the real Martin.

So he couldn't show up at his office? He
couldn't live in his house?

So he's pretending to be Martin
everywhere else. Why?

Well, let's review what he's doing.

Buying a gun, ammo, setting up a
hideout. Posting hostile messages on the

All in Martin's name.

He set Martin up. For what?

To take the fall for a crime.

And given the high -powered rifle, I'd
guess murder.

So, once he murders the victim, the
clues all lead back to Martin.

Great, so he's not dead. He can't be.

The real Martin?

Well, if an imposter wants to set Martin
up for the crime, he can't kill him

yet. That's right. Because if Martin's
body were found, the autopsy would show

that he was dead before the murder took
place.

Martin's still alive somewhere, which
means we can save him, sir. The point

isn't Martin, Hallenbeck. How so?

Look, this is not a new technique. You
find some unhinged patsy, you make him

look like this shooter, he takes the
fall for the murder. It's just like what

they did to Oswald in Dallas.

Or, you know, some people think. It's
not like I have any special knowledge of

these events. Anyway, the point is, the
man impersonating Hallenbeck.

Who is he? We don't know yet, sir. So I
assume it's too much to ask who he's

planning to kill. Someone at his
company, Viscom.

All the messages that he posted are
about how Martin hates Viscom.

Right, and Viscom has how many
employees? A few thousand?

We can narrow it down, sir. By what
means?

Well, the imposter picked Martin because
he thought he was someone who wouldn't

be missed. We only got on his trail
because of Rebecca's disappearance.

Not to kill Rebecca, this imposter.

He must have went back to Martin's
house. Why?

Maybe to pick up the clothes that we
found at the empty office. Martin's

clothes. But Rebecca was there, waiting.

Martin Hallenbeck?

You've been served.

And she served him and left. And then
the imposter realized that she had just

seen his face.

So, after the murder, which Martin was
framed for, Martin's face would end up

all over the news.

She would know that he wasn't the man
she saw.

He couldn't risk it. He followed her.

Janice Anderson, you've been served.

You have fun with that grand jury.

that killing Rebecca was a mistake
because it led us to Martin's

sooner than he had intended.

So we had the advantage.

Which we lost when you blew into his
hideaway, which told him that the FBI

uncovered everything.

As far as I'm concerned, Martin
Hollenbeck is probably dead.

Sir, you're wrong.

Excuse me?

I'm what? I'm wrong.

You think so, agent? In whole or in
part?

Well, the imposter didn't know that we
had the security camera footage of him

with the rifle. He doesn't know that he
gave himself away yet, sir.

He'd stick to the plan and keep Martin
alive.

If he's got nerve.

Ah, he's got nerve.

Fine. I'll take advantage of that.

What are we looking for?

Anything that doesn't belong to Martin
or anything that should be here but

isn't?

It looks the same to me.

Did Martin have a safe deposit box?

No.

Are you sure?

Yeah. He didn't trust banks. He didn't
even keep his money in them.

That man.

He put this key here to frame Martin,
didn't he? It looks that way.

Scott, Nicole, it's me.

Girl, I hope you found something. The
Prince Antonio found don't meant

in the database.

Yeah, I found a key that doesn't belong
here. It's to a safe deposit box.

Where? First Monument Bank.

Got it.

Make yourself comfortable while I get
Mr. Holland that safe deposit box.

Thank you.

You know, when I thought Martin was a
killer, I could understand why he was so

isolated. But he's just a guy.

A sad, lonely little guy.

How does somebody end up like that?

Well, it's not that hard.

How would you know?

You know.

When I was back home, I had my family
and a bunch of friends, and now I'm in

FBI and I'm in D .C., and it's good.

But, you know, I barely talk to my
brother once a month. I used to see him

almost every day.

Well, you've got a lot to handle, Jeff.

But you'll see.

Things will settle down. You'll make new
friends.

When?

I mean, when I'm not flying around the
country, I'm at... The gun range or I'm

at the gym. I have met a lot of people
at the gym and at the gun range.

Or I'm studying and then there's the
paperwork.

And no, I'm not going to forget about
the paperwork because I'm not like you.

I can't risk my job.

I don't risk my job.

No, you don't because you're good.

But I'm still proving myself and I know
that I have to put my life on hold while

I do that.

Jess, you just got to find a balance or
trust me, the job can drive you crazy.

Mr. Hallenbeck's boss.

Thank you for your help. Thank you for
your court order.

Looks like these are about his accident.

Okay, these are copies of every request
he sent VidCom and every rejection that

they sent back.

Motive, the imposter planted all this
stuff here for the cops to find.

Oh, this one's different. This is an
address to VidCom.

What's it say? I've stood by and watched
corruption flourish at the heart of

this company far too long.

I must take action to decapitate the
corporate beast.

Martin didn't write that.

Doesn't that sound like the messages
from the chat room? Check this. I hope

death will serve more purpose than my
useless life.

Not the suicide note.

This imposter is going to do a murder
and then kill Martin and make it look

he killed himself.

Probably at the scene of the crime, a
nice neat package for the police.

It says I must take action to decapitate
the corporate beast.

Like the head of the company?

The regional director of Viscom, Elena
Spencer, is holding a press conference

announce restructure.

Today at 3 o 'clock.

Sniper's in position.

There's no sign of him down here. Scout
team, hold position.

I've got skins tickets for anyone who
takes this guy.

Counsel, the press conference will at
least delay it until we find the sniper.

No. We can't protect you once you're out
in the open. Even with the bulletproof

vest on, you're still vulnerable. I
realize that, but I have a

my shareholders and my employees. You
know what kind of beating we've taken.

This restructure is about our confidence
in our future. If I don't look

confident announcing it, I don't think
it'll work. How do you think it'll look

with you taking a bullet, Miss Spencer?

Well, I'm relying on the FBI not to let
that happen.

All right, let's do another sweep. The
sniper most likely has a hostage with

him. There are only so many places he
can be.

Maybe he's seen us before. He's had a
lot more time to scout the area and find

spot.

Pass three, Agent Scott.

False alarm on Mike Zell. That was not a
gunshot. Repeat, that was not a

gunshot. False alarm, Ms. Spencer.

I'm like the president.

She's coming out.

Sorry for the delay. Thank you all for
coming.

This is a proud day in the VidCon
family.

We've been through a lot of challenges
over the past year, as you well know,

I want to thank you all for your
support.

This woman gets splattered.

Under my protection?

Public? No, sir.

You're a great humanitarian.

You're in the wrong place. It's a
mislead.

What? The imposter rented that box at
the bank two weeks ago.

But he was back there this morning.

The teller didn't say that. The guy was
there first thing, before the regular

teller came on.

The thing is, he wasn't carrying a bunch
of medical records. He had a single

piece of paper.

That press release.

It has to be.

The ink's less than a day old. He knew
we were on Martin's trail.

He counted on us finding that box with
the other evidence already in there. And

he just added the press release pointing
to Elaine and Spencer as a target.

The killer wants you to be right where
you are, right at this moment.

Because he's somewhere else.

Going after a different target.

Thanks, Antonio.

Jess. We gotta go. The situation's
changed.

So what do we got? Who's the target?

Probably still someone at Viscom. We
just don't know yet. But you're going to

know, right? Like sometime in the next
two minutes?

Jess, anything from your visions?

In the last one, the guy chasing Martin,
he was dressed as a chef or a baker.

And then as a carpenter, and he had gold
coins.

All right, baker, carpenter, those could
be names.

Why do we run them against the list of
employees at Viscom? There was a

When that microphone fell, it sounded
just like the gunshot in the vision. We

all thought it was a shot, Agent.

No, not everybody.

The media types were only startled a
little. That's because they weren't

expecting a sniper to stop by.

But Elena Spencer was.

And she reacted the same way the
journalist did. She hardly jumped.

You know, it didn't register at the
time, but she should have had a bigger

reaction than that.

She wasn't scared of the sniper because
she knew he wasn't after her.

Only one way she could be that sure. She
knows who the real target is.

Go.

Miss Spencer, we need to ask you a
couple of questions.

What is this about?

Who's your hitman going to kill?

What? You know who the target is. We
suggest that you're the one who hired

This is ridiculous. I don't have to. Is
it someone named Carpenter, Baker, or

Gold? The firm of Carpenter, Baker,
Goldman is corporate counsel for Viscom.

suggest that you direct any further
questions to them. A murder is about to

place, and we will make sure that you go
to jail for it. Tell us before it

happens, and we will not charge you with
an accessory.

I don't know if I can sign up on that,
Jess.

Look, what matters here is saving lives.
Just go with me, all right? All right.

Talk and you walk on the accessory. That
is the deal.

That's the deal, Miss Spencer.

A deal is what got us into this mess.

If Peters had just kept quiet, he would
have gotten a couple of years and been

out. Seth Peters?

Your VP currently in lockup? He agreed
to a plea bargain in exchange for his

testimony. Against you.

The FTC couldn't get anything on you
until he spoke up. I'd go to prison.

I couldn't do that.

So you hired an assassin to kill Peters
and frame somebody else?

Where is it happening? I don't know.
Miss Spencer? I didn't want to know the

details, all right?

Nicole, it's at the law firm.

How do you know? That's why it was in
the vision. Carpenter, Baker, Goldman.

Let's go.

One sec.

The agents will be here in a minute.

What do you mean? I thought you said I
wouldn't be charged with anything.

No, I said you wouldn't be charged with
an accessory, and that is true.

Hiring a killer is solicitation, and
that's what you're being charged with.

Solicitation.

Wow, that was good.

Just came to me. You were lying so hard,
you were flying.

Antonio, I need the address for
Carpenter Baker Goldman, fast.

1400 Chester, thank you.

That's across the street from where that
guy shot at us. Perfect place to hit

his target.

Full immunity.

Non -negotiable.

Look at it this way.

At least you won't be a nobody anymore.

10 -4, northeast corner, right? Yeah,
right.

Okay, my vision, the bullet went through
glass.

Like the windows of that building.

All right, he's got to be up there. Get
Peters away from the window. I'm going

after the sniper.

Don't be a hero.

It never works out.

No

jail

time.

You want me to talk?

I walk.

You can still take the blame.

Jeff. Anybody here?

Nobody? It's okay.

How's Martin?

We'll get up here.

You're safe now.

And I know one person that's going to be
really happy to hear it.

Let's get you out of here.

It's okay.

Can you please give me any information
at all? I've been waiting.

Martin.

Well, we got the shooter.

Anna Spencer's in custody.

That's why I come to work.

You know what you mean.

It's a good feeling.

Uh -oh, here they come.

Well,

now we know who let the press in.

You know what? I'm not going to even let
him bother me.

You did good.

I'm assistant.

Director John Pollock of the FBI. I am
very pleased to announce that an elite

team under my direction prevented an
assassination in downtown Baltimore.

all. Thank you.

Forget the paperwork.

Screw it. Forget the paperwork.

Hey. Hi.

I thought you left already.

I've got some paperwork to catch up on.

Thank you.

Nicole, I can't let you finish my
report.

Don't worry.

I will do it just out, extra thorough.

Now get out of here.

Nicole, I happen to know some agents who
are thought to dancing tonight.

The 360 Club?

That cybercrime guy might be there.

Thank you.

Don't show me up now.

Show you up how? No going home to do
your laundry. No talking to your mother

an hour.

You are going dancing tonight. You hear
me?

Yes, ma 'am. I hear you.

You gonna dance with that cybercrime
guy?

Yes, ma 'am.

Let him ask you first. Don't look too
forward.

I'm going now, ma 'am. If he asks to
walk you home, don't give him too much

sugar right away.

Make him earn it!