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Previously on The Closer...

The protected witness is sitting
over there in the garage.

Some old mafia guy.

We will share custody of
Deluca with agent Hecht,

who may stay with him
at an LAPD safe house,

with Flynn and Provenza.

What's with the
Crown Royal bag?

I keep my gun in it
when I'm off duty.

It was Marty's idea.

The bags are supple.

Helps keep the gun dry.

- Huh?
- Yeah. That's it.

Agent Hecht. Agent Hecht!

Marty! Marty, it's a trap.

Hey, Marty.

Drop your weapon.

All right, lieutenant.

I got about 10 minutes, so walk me
through this as fast as you can.

Ok. The victim's a 16-year-old
boy named Malik Fara.

Site manager found him
here this morning at 8:30.

Looks like he was shot 3 times?

Four, actually.
He's got one in the back.

The boy falls, he turns over,
he tries to crawl away,

he falls over onto his back,

so Malik here was looking
straight up at the killer

when he got blasted
in the chest.

McHale.

Evidence suggests that there were 3
people here, including the victim.

We have 3 different
pairs of male shoes.

These footprints here are Malik's,
the blue tape.

Those over there are the shooter's,
the red tape.

And there's a third set over
by those car tread marks.

So, fellas, anyone know

why there's a dead arab teenager
in the middle of nowhere?

The kid's not from around here,
not that anyone is from around here,

but we found a library
card in his backpack

that's from Mayflower Academy.

Malik might be a rich kid.
What else did he have, detective Ross?

Some sheet music, bus schedule,

a change of clothes,
toothbrush, and some sandwiches.

Looks like he was
going somewhere.

Maybe he was meeting
the person in that car,

got surprised by the shooter.

That doesn't explain why Malik
brought a knife with him.

What knife?

Over here.

Let's start at the beginning.

So we got 3 people.

There's Malik, and over there,
there's the guy in the car

we believe Malik was looking to meet
up with, and then there's our killer.

Now if we follow the
kid's footprints,

he walks towards the car,
and then from behind comes the killer.

Malik and the killer struggle
for a moment, Malik stabs him,

probably in the leg,
because there's a blood trail,

and it looks like the guy was
dragging his foot or maybe limping.

How do we know it was the
boy who had the knife?

We found a slit in the pocket of the
jacket where the knife cut through.

Commander, this boy
was scared of someone.

So Malik stabs the shooter,
maybe in the leg.

Malik starts running.

Bam! Shooter hits
boy in the back.

Well, maybe. We found two casings over
here where the two of them struggled

and then 3 more up by the body,
probably from the chest wounds,

and then 3 more a little further on.
I mean, it was nighttime,

- so the kid probably--
- The site manager I interviewed said

that nobody from the development
company's been here for 48 hours,

so this could have happened
during the day yesterday.

Well, not exactly, because it didn't stop
raining until about 6 p.m. yesterday,

and these muddy footprints were made
sometime after the storm, detective.

How did all these
people get here?

I think it's safe to
assume they all drove.

We only found evidence
of one car, sir.

Look. We should probably
widen the search perimeter,

get some more personnel--

We can't spare the resources
right now, lieutenant.

There was a murder/suicide
in Hollywood last night.

Besides, the evidence seems
pretty much localized.

Well, we won't know that unless
we expand the perimeter.

After 4 months,
you boys should realize,

we're not playing this game
by Atlanta rules anymore, ok?

Someone get samples of the blood to the
lab. Those casings go to ballistics.

You check with the
local hospitals,

see if anyone walked in with
a knife wound to the leg

and try and wrap this up.

A lot of people dying in L.A.
this week.

Wow. A 5-mile run
in 15 minutes.

That's pretty amazing.

How far did you get this time?

All the way to that
pastry shop I hate.

You know, I have an idea.

Why don't you call
someone from work

and ask them out to lunch?

Like who?

Did you ever call Tao back?

Lieutenant Tao doesn't have
time to have lunch with me.

Besides, he's been
reassigned back to S.I.D.

Really?

When did that happen?

Last thursday.

Daniels was sent to liaison
with homeland security.

I got an e-mail from her.

Taylor's using my paid administrative
leave to rip my squad apart.

Well, you got--ow!

Sorry.

Sanchez and Provenza, I'm sure
they would love to hear from you.

They're in the same
situation you are.

They are not!

Sanchez and Provenza are being
investigated by internal affairs.

Maybe if Provenza hadn't left his gun
in his desk drawer in a liquor bag

and Sanchez hadn't
shot that guy 4 times,

- then the FBI wouldn't be using the fact...
- Let's not go through this again.

that a federal agent was shot
to death in my murder room

by one of their own protected
witnesses to ruin my career,

and you know it,
you know it, you know it.

Is there any way to not
have this argument again?

I'm not the FBI.
I just work there,

and paid administrative
leave is not all bad.

You're getting a
check to just hang out

while the bureau finishes
their investigation.

If you don't want to have lunch with
someone, why don't you use that time

to finish off some of the
many projects you've started?

Or maybe clean them up.

I can't have lunch
with anyone today

because Pope has called me
in for another meeting,

and he won't say what it is,
so it's bad,

and if you could just find out
what the FBI's saying about me,

maybe I should just
start looking for work.

I will tell you immediately.

You know I would.

Honestly, I would.

Ok. I...

Hey, 4 months seems long, but it's
routine for an investigation like this.

Right now, I have to, uh...

- You have to go to work.
- I do, I do.

Don't go to work.

Look. After you see Pope,
you'll call me, ok?

Ok.

- And I love you.
- I love you, too.

- Got to go.
- Ok.

Ok.

What about Malik's family?

McHale?

They're lebanese.

Father's deceased,
mom works nights.

Has no idea why Malik
would be out that late.

He never did that before,
doesn't have a car,

and the mother said
he'd never run away.

What else?

Oh. Malik was some kind
of hardcore pianist.

Played in competitions,
didn't have time for girls or friends.

Flynn, anything
from the hospitals?

Last night was a rare one.

Not one stab wound reported
in all of L.A. County.

Really?

Does anybody have
any ideas about this...

"N-L-E-R-N-L-W-L" on
the boy's hand?

Could be initials,
maybe a girl.

With a long, long,
very long name.

Come on. Ross, hurry it up.

Ok. The cs show where
we found casings.

These different-colored lines
are the paths our 3 players took.

This is Malik,
this is the killer,

and this is the
guy from the car.

The casings eject to the right
of the gun, so we can tell

where our shooter stood from
the rounds that he fired.

One, the killer grabs the kid,

and they struggle,
and gun goes off.

Two, he shot Malik in
the back from here.

3, he shot at the guy in the
car once here, twice here.

And the last 3 casings,
the killer limps back to Malik

and shoots him in the chest.

Now going back the
vehicles for a second--

Wait a minute, Ross.

Wait a minute.

Give me this.

Now, look where the
assailant grabbed Malik.

The bruises on the boy's neck
indicate that the killer

had him in some kind
of serious choke hold.

Sergeant Gabriel.

Now he could have strangled him then
or shot him. He had his gun out.

Instead, the killer shoots forward
trying to hit the guy in the car.

Malik stabs his assailant,
he takes off,

his killer shoots him in the back,
but even after shooting him,

he doesn't finish him off.
He walks right past him...

Trying to shoot
the guy in the car.

Malik was not the
primary target.

But Malik's our victim.

Ross, you were saying
something about the vehicle?

Yeah. The killer's blood trail stops
here, so it's probably where he parked.

Excuse me.

Over here, the guy who ran away,
fishtails off in his vehicle un-hit.

We found no evidence of broken glass,
paint chips, or bullet fragments.

And how did Malik get there?

You remember the bus schedule
we found in the kid's backpack.

There's a stop about
3/4 of a mile away.

I contacted the MTA. They tracked down
the driver of the bus last night.

And he said he remembers seeing
Malik get off around 10 p.m.

So the kid walks almost a mile

in the dead of night to
the middle of nowhere,

and he brought a knife
with him to a gunfight.

Why?

All right.

Detectives Ross and McHale,

see if you can speed up the DNA
test from the blood on the knife.

Gabriel, Flynn,

why don't you two focus on
that murder/suicide for now.

Ross and McHale
can handle this.

Oh. And thank you, everybody.

Thank y'all so very, very much.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry, Will--
uh, chief Pope.

I was told that you
were ready for me.

No. We are.

An old friend of ours would
like to speak with you.

You remember Andrew Schmidt?

Andrew, w-what are
you doing here?

Nice to see you again,
too, Brenda.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I mean,
it's--it's nice to see you, but--

What am I doing here?

She was always very quick to
get to the point, wasn't she?

And you don't seem
to have aged at all.

Neither have you, sir.

She's also one of the best
liars I have ever known.

As you why I am here...

Commissioner Schmidt thinks
he might be able to make

the federal investigation into the
shooting in your squad room go away.

Uh, pardon me, Andrew,

because that's a
very generous offer

and it's good to
see a friendly face,

but why is the C.I.A.
interested in helping me?

Oh, they aren't.

In fact, the C.I.A.
wants you to help them,

and if you did,

the company would make certain
that you got your job back

as a means of expressing
their thanks.

And if I don't?

Then there will be
nothing to thank you for.

Ok. How can I help?

An arab boy named Malik Fara
was found murdered this morning.

Commander Taylor is investigating
it with what's left of your squad.

But Mr. Taylor lacks critical information
necessary to solving this crime.

The LAPD has its own intelligence
division. They can handle this.

Unfortunately, Malik's
murder is proof

that there is a significant
breach in agency security.

The company could not safely
rely on official channels,

which is why they've reached out to
retired personnel like you and me.

They don't trust
their own people?

They do not.

And all you need from me is to
investigate the murder of this boy.

Here's what I can tell you
in advance of an agreement.

The death of Malik Fara

was almost certainly a mistake.

The intended victim,
if he's still alive,

is in terrible danger.

We must do everything
we can to save him.

Lastly, the person who
is responsible for this

must be found, debriefed,

and held accountable.

I need my squad to do this.

I can't give it to you legally. You're
still under federal investigation.

If Andrew can make this go away when
I'm done, why can't he do it now?

There is a fear related
to your past behavior

that you might be tempted to
substitute your own agenda for ours.

Well, how can I be expected
to conduct this investigation

right under Taylor's
nose... alone?

I didn't say you
had to work alone.

I said you can't have
your squad back legally.

How you manage your
resources is up to you.

How is your memory holding up?

It's excellent.

If you could come
to this address

this evening at 9:00.

And, um, Brenda,

please be sure you're
not followed, hmm?

I'll see you tonight.

Be very careful.

I--I hope you have a written agreement
stating that if I solve this murder for you

I get my job back.

Oh, I do, I do.

Please sit.

Uh, here are some
files you will want.

A database,

one of our laptops,

and a phone with
your hello number.

When you want to check in,

identify yourself as Gwen
and ask for Mr. Schmidt,

and they'll find me.

Oh. And here's the agreement

that you need to read and
sign before we can proceed.

- Oh.
- Voila.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Odd, isn't it,
how our enemies never change?

During World War II,

they recited "Mein Kampf" while
shoving people into gas chambers,

and during most of
my professional life, they, uh,

shot you in the
back of the head,

quoting Marx and Engels,

and now they misuse the Koran.

Same people,

different books.

What was operation Fireproof?

Your signature, please.

Thank you.

Operation Fireproof was
a collections network

comprised of 4 agents,
who were recruited

from within the Los
Angeles iranian community.

Fireproof's focus was
on foreign nationals

who were trying to obtain nuclear
weapons technology for Tehran,

and for a season,
Fireproof was considered successful

until all 4 of its
agents were murdered,

one after the other

two weeks ago.

And the case officer in charge of
operation Fireproof, Larry Cole.

Is he still alive?

Yes.

And that's troubling.

I'll say.

Why roll up the chain and
leave the anchor in place?

And this Malik Fara?

Tell me, how did a C.I.A.
officer get involved

with an adolescent
lebanese concert pianist?

One day last september,
Mr. Cole was intercepted

in an L.A. parking garage
by this boy--Malik--

who quietly proceeded to
recite the real names

of every member of
operation Fireproof.

Fireproof was
highly classified,

so there was only
one way that Malik

could possibly obtain
that information.

The agency has a mole.

I've always preferred to
use the word traitor,

especially when
blood was spilled,

and our traitor is feeding information
to a terrorist organization.

We know this because Malik described
the source of his knowledge

as a highly trusted contact
within the Army of Allah.

Now, Malik's contact was willing
to defect to us on two conditions,

first, that we provide him and Malik
with immunity from prosecution,

and then that we should grant
them both U.S. citizenship.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Good night.

I'm sorry. I'm a bit on edge.

So did Larry Cole tell
his bosses about Malik?

Not at first.

It took Mr. Cole a month to
make sure the boy was safe,

but then when he reported
Malik's existence...

No one believed him.

Yeah. Well,
the story is spectacular.

And this friend of Malik, this
terrorist contact in the Army of Allah,

you think he'll lead
you to your traitor?

Perhaps.

And what do you want me to do,

catch Malik's murderer
or locate this contact?

I should like you to do both.

I'm just, um...

I want my job back,

but I'm a criminal
investigator, Andrew.

Finding out who killed Malik,
that's my profession.

Handing over potential defectors
to the C.I.A. without knowing why

or what you're
gonna do with them,

I don't do that anymore.

I believe that
the Army of Allah

has collected enough
separated plutonium

to create an atomic bomb.

I need to find that
separated plutonium,

and I need you to help me.

Stealing information,
passing secrets,

reading other people's mail,
blackmailing foreigners,

lying to your friends and your
loved ones about your daily lives--

we are most days gray
people doing gray jobs,

shadows in a world
of black and white,

but then, you know,
every once in a while,

we're offered the opportunity
where we have the chance

to do something that is absolutely
right to its very core!

This is one of
those times, Brenda.

I'll help you, Andrew.

If I can talk to who I want.

People will cooperate?

Company people, yes.

Richard Branch,
chief of our outpost in Los Angeles.

If you tell him what you want,
Richard will arrange it.

This friend of Malik's,

what position does he hold
in the Army of Allah?

I don't know.

- How did he communicate with Malik?
- I don't know.

- What's his nationality?
- I don't know.

Well, what does he look like?

I don't know.

- How old is he?
- I don't know.

Then how in the hell
you plan on finding him?

He's probably on the database of
possible terrorist associates

I was given access to.

Terrorist associates. Yeah.

How many names in
that database?

- Approximately 60,000.
- Oh, crapola.

Now I'm getting irritated.

Why are you even looking for
this guy if he's not the killer?

Because his life is in danger

and because he might have
information the C.I.A. wants.

Let's get back to
that for a minute.

I still don't get why the C.I.A.
is asking you to do anything.

I told you already, lieutenant.

They came to me out of
the blue with this offer,

and if it gets us back
in the squad room--

Don't kid yourself, chief.

I'll help you out.
I got nothing else to do,

but I could find
the Lindbergh baby,

and it wouldn't get me
back into our squad room.

No, no, no.
The LAPD is retiring my ass.

I won't let them.

Don't make promises
you can't keep.

So...

where do we start?

Well, I don't fully understand
how Malik came to be where he was,

so I want to see where he died,

but I want to see it
like he did--at night.

And we might need
a little help.

Thanks for your help, lieutenant Flynn.
I know you have other work.

That's ok, chief.
I've got Gabriel covering it.

Besides, it's a murder/suicide.

Except for the paperwork,
it kind of solves itself.

Anyway, the crime scene is
right through this gate.

That's where he died.
I want to find out how he got there.

Wouldn't he go in through
the main road here?

If he was in a car,
but he was on foot.

Excuse me.

How are things
going with Taylor?

Oh, just great. He's been passing
investigations off to other divisions

and counting them as
clearance on paper.

We're doing 30% better.

Asshole.

- Look.
- What?

- There.
- What's that?

An illuminated marker.

Who would notice that?

Someone who's looking for it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is creepy.

You want me to hold you?

Ok.

"N" and "L."

Now, let's go north
and look left.

Which way is north?

North is this way.

North and look left.

Look at that.

Ok, last one.
Go west and look left.

I told Taylor we should
expand the crime scene.

No, this is phosphorescent dye. It wouldn't
have shown up in the daytime anyway.

Let's keep following
Malik's directions.

How does she know
about this stuff?

So, chief, the crime scene's
just up that hill a piece.

Ok.

So all these markers are
so Malik can find his way

while being sure he
wasn't followed.

He would have arrived here feeling
like he avoided surveillance,

and he waited until the
guy in the car drove up.

Was there anything in his knapsack he
could have used to signal his friend?

No, chief.

Wait, wait. What about this?

What are you looking for?

A transmitter.

That explains how Malik
was followed here.

And why he didn't know it.

So Taylor is investigating the
murder of Malik from the boy's end,

and we'd better leave him to it.
So let's discuss what we know

about the guy from the car--
Malik's friend.

First, he's foreign because one of the
things he asked for was U.S. citizenship,

and he asked for immunity
from prosecution,

so he's participated
in criminal activity,

probably terrorism.

We also know that he
communicated with Malik recently

because the boy had freshly
written directions on his hand.

And I think that we can assume
that the guy from the car

picked the rendezvous point.

We also know he got there
sometime after 6:00,

when it stopped raining, because the
dye he used to mark Malik's route

would have washed
away in the rain.

And we almost have his height.

He had a size 12 shoe,
plus running back to the car,

his stride was at
least 5 feet long.

So he's got to be 6 feet tall.

You know what?

The guy--let's call him Mr. T.

"T" for terrorist.

So Mr. T has been in L.A.
longer than just yesterday,

because the place he chose
for the meeting with Malik

is not on a lot of tour guides.

Brenda, come to bed.

Let's wrap this up.

Uh, we still have not narrowed
down very much who Mr. T might be,

and we know nothing of how
he communicated with Malik.

Um... this is gonna be hard.

Lieutenant Flynn,
if you and sergeant Gabriel

could copy the Malik
murder book for me

without Taylor
finding out about it.

And, um, if the killer's DNA
came back from that knife,

I'd like that, too, please.

Yes, ma'am.
I'll help you any way I can,

but mainly because I really
miss hearing the word "please."

Uh, lieutenant Provenza and I
are going to look for the killer

without creating
too much tension.

How do you intend to do that?

By going where Taylor can't.

Good night.
Good night, sergeant. Thank you.

Good night, chief.

Wait a minute. W-wait a minute.

You're not going to tell them anything
about this operation Fireproof?

I don't know enough about
it myself yet, lieutenant.

That's why tomorrow I'm meeting

with some of the people
that put it together.

This Richard Branch, who heads up
the C.I.A. show here in Los Angeles.

He's gonna take me around.

This is dangerous.

We know of 5 people already
connected to Fireproof

who have been murdered.

So if anything happens to me,
I'm gonna need you

to be able to report on the
substance of what I've done,

but you can't be at any of the interviews,
and the C.I.A. can't know about it.

Ok... 007.

Just tell me what
you want me to do.

Buzz Watson.
How can I help you?

Chief Johnson wants what?

Push the other button.

I can't hear very well.

It'd be easier if you drove and
let me handle the equipment.

Since when have I ever wanted
to make things easy for you?

Right.

So, Richard, how long have you been
chief of outpost here in Los Angeles?

Two years,

so I was in charge out here
during some of Fireproof,

but I didn't know what
the operation was about

until Andrew showed
up asking questions.

And when was that?

Uh, right after
Larry Cole was fired.

Oh, I thought Andrew didn't come
until Fireproof station started dying.

No, no.
He was here much earlier than that.

Ok. Pull over, Buzz.
Pull over. They've stopped.

Pull over. Pull over!

Give me a second.

I might ought to tell you that
Elaine Donahue is angry about this.

To her way of thinking,
she organized Fireproof perfectly

and it's still a
big success, so...

be careful how
you approach her.

She can be a raving bitch.

Thanks for the advice.

And by what name would
you like to be introduced?

You can call me Brenda.

The raving bitch and
I are old friends.

- Hello.
- Hello.

My name's Cynthia.

I won't bother to ask your names,
because I know you'd only lie.

My mother's expecting
you in the back.

I'd appreciate it if you kept
your questions to a minimum.

Even though she's desperately lonely,
she's been emotionally exhausted

from the way you people
have treated her, so...

Hurry it up.

Thank you.

Brenda Leigh Johnson!

Which of my old students could Andrew
have sent to more lighten my mood?

Richard, good of you to come.

Nice to see you, too, Elaine.

I set this all out last night
while Cynthia was asleep.

She's angry on my behalf,
you know.

Did you hear, Brenda?

Richard is my new boss.

One day I'm reading
his reports at langley,

feeling slightly sorry
for his backwater posting,

and the very next week,
I am shuffled off

to be officer in
residence at UCLA,

writing up little summaries
on foreign exchange students.

Such a change of pace.

I hope you like the cake.

It's store-bought but
from a good store.

Devil's food.

Thank you, Elaine.
That's so nice of you.

So how is Andrew, anyway?

I heard he looks horrible.

Someone said cancer.
I hope that's not true.

So I was wondering if you could
tell me about operation Fireproof.

Of course.

That's why we're sitting here,
isn't it?

Because Andrew says
Fireproof blew up in my face,

which is complete bullshit.
I made coffee. Anyone?

- No, thank you.
- Not me.

Ok, so the set piece.

After the invasion of Iraq,

the C.I.A.'s domestic
activities division

approves a collection
operation code named Fireproof.

Fireproof's first recruited agent
turns out to be a gold mine--

Mr. Mohammed Nuballe,

an iranian banker
living in L.A.,

with connections to
the Army of Allah.

He was transferring
large wads of cash

from an Army of Allah charity

to a russian entrepreneur,

a former KGB officer
named Voitski.

Have you ever heard of a military base
in Russia called Krasny Szesenski?

- It translates into english as--
- Red Pines. I remember.

It's a nuclear
missile installation.

Correct. That's what Mr. Voitski
sold to the Army of Allah, my dear.

A decommissioned missile.

In parts.
Useless as a weapon, but still.

I find that a little
hard to believe.

Elaine, what makes you
think the Army of Allah

was able to pull off buying
a russian nuclear missile?

I don't think.

I know.

We found
actionable intelligence

proving that's what
they were gonna do,

and I convinced the
company's board of directors

to let Voitski sell the
Army of Allah that missile

and to focus every
conceivable surveillance asset

on following that missile
from Red Pines to Berlin.

And Elaine succeeded,
didn't she, Richard?

Yeah. We got the missile back,

plus a fair number of
their support network.

So what makes operation
Fireproof a failure?

Larry Cole and that boy Malik,

who suddenly pops
up out of nowhere

and tells us we were duped,
faked out, misled,

that operation Fireproof was
acting on framed material.

That while we were
focusing on Red Pines,

the real money was
changing hands elsewhere

and that that support
team we rolled up

was all part of a kleenex network--
tissue terrorists--

manufactured to be thrown away.

So Elaine found the missile.

Yes, she did,
and some very bad people.

And what did Elaine get for it?

Her daughter's greenhouse.

Banished. Banished.

I don't want to spend the rest of my
life watering my daughter's plants!

I want my job back, Brenda.
Pretty please.

I want my job back.

So if not Red Pines, where was
the real money changing hands?

If you want to know
what Larry Cole thinks,

talk to him.

And you want to hide
this because...

The murder book that lieutenant Flynn
got for me is all I need for right now.

Besides, when Larry Cole gets here,
I don't want him to see

Malik's picture all over the
place or how little we know.

By the way,
are you carrying your gun?

You mean the gun that got us both put
on administrative leave? That gun?

Better that one
than none at all.

Go on. Go. Go on.

Do you want some help?

I got it. I got it.

Please have a seat.

Mr. Cole, there's so much
I've been waiting to ask you

I hardly know where to begin,

but first,
looking at your personnel file,

let me say how sorry I am
about your recent divorce

and losing custody of
your son like that,

then getting fired with not very
good references. That's tough.

And then just when you're facing all
those personal and financial pressures,

all of your agents
are murdered,

and now Malik, too.

I think you were the only person
familiar with all the victims.

Is that right?

Obviously not.

Can you think of anyone
else who knew them...

while they were alive, I mean?

No.

You know, Elaine Donahue made a
suggestion that we should discuss.

She believes you made Malik up

out of thin air,

because no one else ever
spoke to him or saw him.

Just you.

Do you have any idea how we
can confirm your report?

How about this. The kid said it
was dangerous, and now he's dead.

But how do we know you
weren't just waiting around

for the first dead arab teenager
to turn up in the news,

that you didn't latch on
to Malik's murder and say,

"oh, that was the boy I was
telling everyone about"?

You never identified Malik
Fara until after he was dead.

I was trying to protect him.

Well, you didn't do
a very good job, did you?

I have a copy of everything that the
LAPD has compiled in this investigation,

and there is nothing here
indicating how Malik communicated

with his contact inside
the Army of Allah.

Do you have any idea how they
traded messages with each other?

No.

Are you, by any chance,
trying to protect Malik's friend?

No.

It's been suggested that
Malik was running away,

but the only I.D. found in his
knapsack was a library card.

Where might his
passport have been?

He didn't have a passport.
He was living here illegally.

We have DNA from
Malik's killer.

Anyone you can think of we might
match those results against?

If you want to accuse me,
my DNA's on file.

Andrew can get it for you.

Look. I am not a killer.

Malik was real.

His information was real.

This whole Red Pines thing
that Elaine is so proud of,

it was a whopping
big misdirect.

While we were bluffed into using
all our assets to cover the missile,

the real action was
going down in Obninsk.

Thank you, Richard,
but I don't need answers from you.

Well, but you're asking
the wrong questions, ma'am.

Do you even know what
Russia stores at Obninsk?

About 60 tons of
separated plutonium.

But it doesn't take 60 tons
to make a bomb, does it? No.

It only takes 20 pounds,
about that much.

Our scientists turn up their
noses at separated plutonium.

It's not as good as the stuff we use
in our bombs, but it will do the job.

Is that what Malik told you
the Army of Allah had done--

misdirected our assets
so they could smuggle

separated plutonium
out of Obninsk?

In a round stainless-steel container
about 10 inches in diameter,

made to look like an
oversized hockey puck.

And this Mr. Nuballe,

the iranian banker that you
leveraged into helping you,

did he misdirect
you about Red Pines?

No. No. Nuballe never knew
what he was paying for.

He was a cutout, a go-between.

We got the intelligence about
the missile from the seller,

Mr. Voitski.

I, uh...

I trained a young girl.

Dara. College student.

Used her as a honey trap.

She seduced Voitski,
had an affair with him.

Whenever Voitski took her out,
we would go through his stuff.

Dara. Yes.

That's another one of your
agents who's no longer with us.

You seem to have
been close to her.

Training a young girl to seduce
older men--that's tricky.

How did you manage that?

Or should I ask your ex-wife?

Moving on.

What did Voitski say
when you picked him up?

We didn't pick him up.

The company felt that Voitski
was the only ongoing connection

to the Army of Allah,

and we felt it was important
to leave him out there.

Out where, Mr. Cole?

And by where,
I mean his address.

Ok, chief. Voitski's parking
outside of his apartment building.

He's getting out
of his car now.

Uh-huh. Hold on.
Hold on a minute.

Wait a minute.

Ooh, chief.

Chief, he's limping
towards the front door.

What do you want us to do?

Good lord, Buzz. Drive faster.

Hang on.

He didn't see you, did he?

No. No, he didn't see us.

Uh-huh. Ok. Yes, ma'am.
We'll wait for you.

- Sure he didn't see you?
- I'm positive.

Lieutenant, are you ok?

Uh, oh, yeah. Yeah.

Wait. Hold on a second.

Pope told us to bring
some extra stuff.

Ok.

Lieutenant, you're gonna have
to wear a gun sooner or later,

and I feel sooner very
strongly right now.

Not that one. It's 614.

Mr. Voitski!

Yoo-hoo! Mr. Voitski!

You two turn around.

Chief, we need a
warrant for that.

Oh, you do.
We're on administrative leave.

You two stay right there.

Mr. Voitski?

Mr. Voitski!

Mr. Voitski!

Yoo-hoo! Mr. Voitski?

Mr. Voitski?

Lieutenant Provenza,
please pull down Mr. Voitski's pants.

What?

Pull down his pants, please.

Ok, what's going on in there,
you two?

We're just checking to
make sure we're alone.

Stay by the door.

Mrs. Gwen,
I need Mr. Schmidt, please.

- Hello?
- Chief.

I found the man
who killed Malik.

Does the name
Voitski ring a bell?

Dear god.

So as far as I'm concerned,

my work here is through.

If you want my continued
assistance, Andrew,

identifying Malik's friend, finding
your mole and the separated plutonium,

we're gonna have to
change the rules.

What do you want?

I want my job back
with my squad intact,

or I hang up, walk away, and you
can clean this mess up on your own.

So, Andrew, what's it gonna be?

Are you guys--you sure you don't need
any help carrying your stuff back to, uh...

robbery homicide?

I'm good.

Thanks.

Great working with you guys.

Yeah. Bye.

People never take dust...

seriously.

I'm sorry, commander. I should
have knocked. Is this a bad time?

No, no.

Always happy to see the LAPD
and the FBI working together.

- Deputy chief Johnson.
- Commander.

So, what should we do with
the rest of your stuff?

- Oh, my god.
- I'm so sorry.

- Not wanting to rush you.
- You're not rushing me.

I'm sorry.

Glad to have you back, ma'am.

I'll, uh, have my secretary
come down later this afternoon

and take up the
rest of my things.

I can see how anxious you
are to get back to work.

I got it.

Thank you.

Not on the plane.

Here, here.

Thank you.

Thank you, commander.

You're welcome, chief.

Agent Howard.

I thought about
going to confession.

He came over here.
He, like, moves all the stuff.

Did you see the picture
of the fireworks?

Look at this.
Who takes pictures of fireworks?

I need disinfectant.

Well...

welcome back.

It's nice to see you all again.

Let me just bring everyone up
to the minute on the Malik Fara murder.

Malik's killer was found
late yesterday,

a Russian ex KGB officer
by the name of Voitski.

Has Voitski been arrested?

No, somebody called in a gas leak
at Voitski's appartment,

gas company comes out,
finds Voitski murdered.

No leak except the blood
running out of his head.

Someone shoved an ice pick through
Mr. Voitski's ear into his brain.

So, he is kind of a dead end.

And that's
a problem because...?

Because Malik Fara was meeting
someone the night he was murdered,

and we need to find
that person for...

all sorts of reasons.

The name of Malik's missing
friend is most likely

one of 60,000 contained on the database
of this computer, lieutenant Tao.

And lieutenant Provenza
has certain search criteria

that you and detective Daniels
can use to narrow down the list.

Chief, just to be clear
about this Malik Fara,

we're investigating a murder
that you already solved?

Well, yes,
but who murdered the murderer?

Voitski didn't stick an
ice pick into his own head.

Lieutenant Flynn can fill
you in on the details.

I can?

Ok, uh...

this is what I think we know.

I'd put you in an interview room,
Mr. Cole,

but I don't want my squad
to hear what we're saying.

Finding Mr. Voitski so freshly
dead lessens my confidence in you.

I've been with Richard since yesterday,
and I never called anyone.

Ask him.

I'm pretty sure you're gonna
find Voitski's DNA matches

what you found on
Malik's knife.

He killed the boy, not me.

I don't doubt that.

In fact, we may find that Voitski
killed everyone from Fireproof.

But he wasn't acting
on his own accord.

He was taking an
order from somebody.

Whether it was the C.I.A.'s
mole or the Army of Allah.

I am not a traitor.

Even so, Voitski's yet another
person from your dwindling--

Excuse me.

Your dwindling circle of acquaintances
whom we have to talk about

in the past tense.

Tell me, Mr. Cole,

after you were fired,
did you meet with Malik again?

To tell him that there would
be no deal with the C.I.A.

and that his life
was in danger?

Is that why he carried a
kitchen knife in his pocket?

I felt that the Army of Allah
might find out about him,

and I wanted to warn him.

That warning may have
cost Malik his life.

This is where I get off.

Wait for me downstairs
with Elaine.

Ms. Johnson.

I was wondering if
anyone from our end

had spoken to you about
the investigation,

besides Andrew.

No, they haven't.

Ok. Me, either.

I was just... just wondering.

I think you need to find someone
else to finish up this job.

Brenda, you surprise me.

I moved as quickly as possible

to give you what
you said you needed.

Voitski may have been murdered

because the wrong people
found out I was helping you,

and from here on out,
they'll be watching me,

just like they watched Larry Cole
until they took him to Malik,

and just like they watched Malik
until he took them to his friend.

You discovered how they
were following the boy?

Is that a transmitter?

I found it in
Malik's flashlight.

But they probably had some transmitters
imbedded in his shoes as well.

You were right, Andrew.

Malik's murder was a mistake.

They could have
killed him ages ago,

but the Army of Allah wanted him alive
so they could follow him to his friend.

They used him.

Now they'll be using me.

Brenda, do you
remember what to do

when you discover you're
under surveillance?

Never acknowledge
you're being watched

unless you can derive
some tactical advantage.

And if I were to replace you
because the Army of Allah

knew what you were doing,
I would be--

Acknowledging the surveillance.

And it would stop.

Well, I'm not interested in
using LAPD officers as bait.

Wouldn't you like to
know who's following her?

I would.

There's a way that we might turn
this around to our advantage.

Is there anyone connected
with this investigation

that you would really
like to question?

This might be a fool's errand,

but keep your eyes peeled for
anyone who might be watching me.

And remember,
I'm not wearing an ear piece,

so if I don't hear the signal,
I won't know to come out.

Ru'yah Fara?

Yes, but call me Rita.

My son was hoping to play in the
Warsaw competition next month.

Michael wasn't running
away from home.

He was coming back
from piano lesson.

He must have gotten
on the wrong bus.

You called Malik Michael?

Michael is a less confusing
name for americans.

The other man who came by...

detective McHale,

he said that maybe my
son might be a terrorist.

Or a suicide bomber.

But this isn't true.

Michael's father was an
important journalist,

shot to death for
promoting peace.

Michael would never associate
himself with his father's murderers.

He... he worshipped
his father's memory.

And you're from Lebanon, right?

Yes, Beirut.

I came here after my
husband was assassinated.

The other scrapbooks,
they were before he was born,

but the 2 on top,
it's all my son.

Look at this face,

and then tell me that
my son was a terrorist.

Look at them.

Please.

That's their third time
around the block, lieutenant.

I got it. You copy, Sanchez?

Copy that.

Get ready to signal the chief.

I haven't done anything
with Michael's room.

It still feels like...

like he might come back.

Do you know if Michael
had any friends or...

was he dating anyone
that you know of?

He had time for
nothing but the piano.

He practiced constantly.

Michael was going to Warsaw,
you said?

Did he have his airline
ticket and his passport?

Yes, of course.

Can I see it, please?

I don't, uh, know exactly where
they are, um, this minute.

Really?

What county was Michael a
citizen of, technically?

Lebanon.

Do you know anything
about these teddy bears?

Excuse me?

There's an awful lot of teddy bears
on the bottom of your son's closet.

Not the kind of thing a
16-year-old boy normally has.

They are a kind of joke between
Michael and Angela Carter.

Angela Carter? Who's she?

She's the daughter of
Michael's piano teacher.

She plays the flute. Michael was
helping her with the concerto.

And how do the bears
figure into that?

When Angela played
especially well,

Michael would give her a bear.

And when she didn't,
she gave him one.

Looks like this Angela Carter
was a little hard on herself.

Here they come, Sanchez. Go!

This Angela Carter, could I have
her contact information, please?

And if I could borrow your
scrapbooks for a few days,

going through them might help me figure
out why your son was shot to death.

And a large trash bag,
that would be very helpful.

As soon as possible, please.

Thank you.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Driver, turn off
the engine, now!

Hands, let's see your hands!
Let's see your hands!

- Don't move!
- Passenger side, hey! LAPD.

Open the car door,
and let us see your hands.

- Let's go! Open 'em.
- Slowly, easy!

Back door, too.
Come on, open up.

There. He's coming out!

Put your hands where
we can see them.

- Driver, do not move.
- Clear the vehicle!

Chief.

Do it now!

Hold your positions!

Chief? Chief?

You already know this, but I'm deputy
chief Brenda Leigh Johnson of the LAPD,

and I feel we ought to
have a little chat.

Please, I am a doctor.
My patient needs his medicine.

Please?

Ms. Johnson, I offer you peace.

- What's your name?
- Abdul Al-Fulani.

And why are you watching me?

Your tone is disrespectful,
and I do not like women with questions.

Well, you can dislike me all the
way through your answers, sir.

I hate to take you downtown.

It might mean separating you from your
physician, whom you seem to need.

So, why are you watching me?

I'm not watching you.

I'm in America observing an
empire on its death bed,

a tourist doing charitable work

among the addicted
and sexually diseased.

So you're not a member
of the Army of Allah?

I avoid politics.

What do you know
about Malik Fara?

Why were you pursuing him?

I did not pursue him,
Ms. Johnson.

I'm a spiritual man, devoted to
spreading the teachings of Muhammad.

A blessing of
peace be upon him.

And this boy, this Malik,

he is not the child
I ever attempted to engage.

You're more interested
in someone like Voitski,

spiritually?

I could just arrest you.

On what charge?

Criticizing America?

What other crime
have I committed?

But by all means, arrest me.

Dispossess yourself
of all your laws

and so-called freedoms.

I will be twice the
winner in that contest.

If you turn down your own
house to prosecute me,

I rejoice.

Look, doctor.

If I need to speak with you again,
how would I get in touch with you?

I'm listed in the phone book.

Come and see me
whenever you like.

And understand this,
too, Ms. Johnson,

Allah is not your enemy.

I know that, sir.

You are.

Thank you, Buzz.

If you could wait outside
for a minute, please.

Yes, ma'am.

So, I see it.

This Malik was real,

Larry Cole was right,
and I was very, very wrong.

Now, what can I do to fix this?

Oh. Analyze all the information
I've given you and tell me a story.

Ok, fine.

First, you think Voitski
might have been killed

by his employers inside
the Army of Allah?

- You don't?
- No.

You told me his wound was dressed and
sewn up with dissolvable stitches,

yet there were no knife wounds
reported at the hospitals

on the night he was attacked.

So you think Abdul Al-Fulani's
doctor took care of him?

Why would they treat Voitski if
they were only gonna kill him?

So if I were telling the
story of Voitski's death,

I would look for someone who had
a really good reason to kill him.

Malik's friend inside
the Army of Allah.

Voitski was shooting at him, and one really
good way to get Voitski to stop that--

Would be to shove an ice pick in
his head. Always, always works.

What can you tell me about
Abdul Al-Fulani here?

66, bad health,

member of a wealthy
jordanian family.

He's been living in the United
States for the last 7 years,

as he said,
representing islamic charities.

I had no idea he'd gone blind

or that he was positively
connected to the Army of Allah.

Honestly, we never considered
Abdul that important.

Why do you suppose
Abdul would tell me

that he did not try
to engage Malik.

Well, instead of sneaking
people into the country,

the Army of Allah tries recruiting
disaffected americans.

Abdul was telling you Malik
was not one of those kids.

But why would he be
giving me a hand?

Must think he's gonna find out who
Malik's friend was right after you do.

And the boy was using
these stuffed animals

to communicate with
his new buddy?

It's a shame for us Malik's friend
won't be looking for him anymore.

Yeah, still.

He might be useful,
you never know.

Anything else I can do?
I'm just sitting here.

Here are the scrapbooks I
got from Malik's mother.

If you could go
through them carefully,

see if you recognize a face,
an eyebrow, a scar.

Use that fantastic
memory of yours

to find someone inside the Army
of Allah I can connect to Malik.

My fantastic memory.

Well, I'll do what I can.

Although, just
stating the obvious,

I don't seem to be as good
at all this as I used to be.

We haven't found
Malik's friend,

but we have narrowed down the
list on this database a little.

First I eliminated
everyone under 6 feet.

Then I knocked out
everyone without 2 legs.

Men too old to run.

How many possibilities
are we down to?

14,762.

Approximately.

Ok, what if we dropped everyone
who couldn't have been

in L.A.
the night of the murder?

Well, to factor that in,
we'd need some real-time surveillance

and customs data.

Now, we could get it from the
terrorist information network,

but we'd need to know someone really,
really helpful at the FBI

to get our hands on it.

Hey, chief. I did that background check
on Malik's mother, Rita Fara, age 35--

Young to have a
kid Malik's age.

Anyway, 17 years ago, Rita fled from
Lebanon to Germany as a political refugee.

And in 1993, she immigrated to
the United States with Malik

and about $500,000
in her bank account.

And she still has some
money laying around.

So Malik was born in Germany.

Maybe he's a kraut.

No. No!

Germany doesn't determine
citizenship by birth or residency,

only by bloodline.

- Still?
- Yeah.

Really?

Uh, chief. I have
that flute player, Angela Carter,

in interview room one.
You want to talk to her?

Yes. Thank you.

I don't really know
anything about the murder.

Of course not.

We're just trying to get
a better picture of Malik.

You practiced with him?

Uh, as much as I could.

He was an amazing player.

My father's a concert pianist and
he teaches a very, very few people.

Your father was getting
Malik ready to go to Warsaw?

Malik wanted to go, but...

But what?

His stupid mother Rita.
Have you met her?

She kept begging him not to compete.
It drove my father crazy.

I mean, how else is Malik
supposed to get noticed?

And his mother was actually
blocking him from going to Warsaw.

How was she blocking him?

Malik doesn't...

didn't have a passport.

And his mother wouldn't let him apply
to the lebanese embassy to get one.

It's really unfair.

Rita is such a bitch.

Have you seen her?
She has this dyed blonde hair

and she wears cosmetic contacts.
She's obsessed with blending in.

Once after recital,
Malik introduced her as his mother,

and she actually took a step back,
like she was ashamed of him.

And she is such a liar.

Malik said she used to
lie about everything.

He hated her.

But despite Malik's mother,
he found another way to get a passport.

Is that it?

Uh... no.

I mean, he never said
anything to me about that.

Someone was helping Malik
get a U.S. passport, Angela.

Really?

Does this mean anything to you?

Uh... Malik told me
never to talk about it.

That if I did...
if the wrong people found out,

that I had helped him,

then I might be in danger.

We're not the wrong people.

And you're in danger,
anyway, Angela.

Even more so,
if you don't tell us what happened.

Ma--Malik told me
he had met someone,

who was going to help him
become an american citizen.

But that it hadn't
really worked out.

So they were gonna
maybe go to Canada.

And that he needed
some way to...

to communicate with
this friend secretly.

So he would... he...

He would open up the bear,
put a message inside,

close it up again,
and pass it off to you?

And you handed the
bear off to a person?

No, I--I never
met anyone, ever.

I would just the next day
after school, I would...

I would drop it off,
or see if anything had been left for me.

I never saw anyone, even once.

And where did you pick
up and leave the bear?

There's a church down on fairfax in
between Santa Monica and Sunset.

I would leave the bear
between the prayer books,

in the fifth pew from
the door on the left.

Thank you, Angela.

Take Sanchez and
check out that church.

Maybe one of the priests,
or the rector, or the pope

found a teddy bear there once
and put it in the lost and found.

I'm on it.

- Chief.
- Yes?

Elaine says Elaine's
found something.

These are the scrapbooks she
told you were unimportant?

The pictures of Rita Fara
taken before Malik was born...

- You recognize someone in it?
- No. I recognize some place.

Look what Elaine has found.

Provenza would
like to look, too.

Rita Fara is not from Beirut.

She's not even from Lebanon.

Rita Fara is from
Amman, Jordan.

Oh, for goodness' sake.

You're being paged and
you're not answering.

Andrew.

He'd like an update.

Oh. I can't give him one.

Why?

- I'm having trust issues.
- With Andrew?

...Who didn't tell
me everything.

Like Malik's mother who lied
about being from Lebanon.

Larry Cole, Elaine Donahue who never
trusted each other with Richard Branch,

who never trusted them.
In fact, the only person going out

of their way to be helpful
might be a terrorist.

So this terrorist guy,
Abdul Al-Fulani,

he was helpful?

Which means that he's confident
that anything I discover,

he's going to find out about
it in a hurry. Which means...

You've got trust issues.

Some of which I am hoping that
Rita Fara will help me solve.

I'vet a black and
white to pick her up.

So could you stall
Andrew for me? Please.

Brenda. He's from Washington, D.C.
And if there's one thing

people from Washington, D.C.,
tend to recognize, it's stalling.

I just... I know there's something in
these scrapbooks that I'm missing.

I mean, why would Rita Fara lie
to me about being from Jordan?

And why would someone
inside the Army of Allah

want Malik to get a U.S.
passport or to go to Warsaw?

I just need more information
before I speak to Andrew, again.

I know that anxious,
crazed look, and I know that

there are very few words I can say
that will actually register right now.

So let them be these--

I am so happy to have you
and your squad back at work

that I am willing to lie to the
person who made it all possible,

if you really need the time.

And I do.

Thank you, Will.

If I don't get this right,
do you think thell kick me out again?

- Don't think like that.
- So they will.

It's all about the variables.

A computer is just a tool.

And a tool is only as good
as the person using it.

Boo-ya!

Chief. Its an odd
thing to report, but...

There were no teddy
bears in the church.

Yeah, I didn't know
quite how to say it.

Oh, shoot. Thank you.

Lieutenant Tao,
how are we doing here?

The abridged version, please.

When last we saw our heroic database,
there were 14,762 possibles.

Since then, with the access to the
terrorists information network,

provided by the very,
very special agent Howard,

the identity of Malik's friend
has been narrowed down to 2,109.

Ahh. That's still too many.

We're waiting on some
information from customs.

Classified stuff that even agent
Howard can't access without approval.

I'll need fewer names to even begin to
investigate individuals. Thank you.

- Can I have a moment?
- Right now?

- I need to speak to Rita Fara.
- Yeah. Right now.

I'm looking at some
of the names here,

and, Brenda,

these guys are
really dangerous.

And you get into the
car with one of them?

No, not one of them, 3 of them,

but that was only because
they were following me.

Why are people like this following you?
Where did this database come from?

Who got you involved with this? Are you
really going after terrorists, here?

I would answer all your questions, but
I signed a confidentiality agreement.

You're trying to reassure me,
'cause you're doing a terrible job.

Chief. Just got word
from the black and white

that went to pick up
that Fara woman...

- Oh, tell me she's ok.
- Well, I can't.

Looks like she
packed up and left.

Ohh, for heaven's sake.

I want to thank you.

How much longer are you going to keep
treating my mother like a criminal?

And after she helped you, too.

Cynthia, I don't need
for you to defend me.

There's no reason for you to
be here in the first place.

As far as I'm concerned,
y'all can go home.

I'm getting the word today.
If I need you again, I will call you.

And thank you, Elaine.
You did help a lot.

What? Elaine helped you?

How'd she help you? I mean, did she get
some sort of chance to clear her name?

Mr. Cohen, my best advice to you
is to go home and get some rest.

Oh, yeah?
What am I resting up for, huh?

Ms. Johnson, Andrew called,

and he--he seriously
wants to speak with you.

Good. I'll call him
when I get a chance.

Elaine.

May I... may I know how everything
turns out or will you...

Elaine. That's really
not my place to say.

She has to protect her sources...
and methods.

Can't let the people
know her secrets.

Certainly, it's a
drill you know, mother.

Cynthia, why can't you
ever just wait in the car?

So if you call, you call.

But I'm cranky, I'm exhausted,
and I need to smoke.

Geopolitics, national security,
war and peace...

what's a daughter
compared to all that?

You people never think
about the families at all.

So, I was so busy looking for something,
I didn't notice what was missing.

Scrapbooks. Scrapbooks.
Can I have the scrapbooks?

- Oh, I got 'em right here.
- Thank you.

The real story is not what is here,
but what isn't.

Where are the pictures
of Rita's husband?

She's got all these scrapbooks
and no wedding photos.

Not one picture of the
father Malik worshipped.

Rita wasn't married.

It would explain why she didn't
want her son to get a passport,

why she was anxious about being
seen with her son in public.

Why she dyes her hair

and wears colored contacts.

She was in disguise most of her
adult life hiding from her family.

Because she had an
illegitimate baby?

In Jordan, if a woman loses
her virginity before marriage,

even if she's raped,

one of her male relatives kills
her to protect the family's honor.

You think the guy in the
car was Malik's father?

Why else would someone trying to
defect reach out to us through Malik?

Make conditions based
on Malik's needs.

And why hasn't Malik's
friend tried to contact us?

Because his reason
for defecting is dead.

It's a guess, lieutenant Flynn, but an
informed one. Let's see what it gets us.

Malik was 16 years old. Let's be conservative
and add another 19 years to that.

So knock off everyone on this
list under 35 years of age.

And then,
let's cross our fingers

and eliminate everyone who wasn't
living in Jordan during that time.

- How hard is that to do?
- Wait a sec.

Oof. That age thing
blew out all but 246.

Now, Jordan and the year 1992.

That's going to be big.

We're down to 8 guys...

and one of them is...

This guy look familiar?

Abdul's physician.

Dr. Al-Thani.

You trust your doctor with your illness,
why not your secrets?

Come on. I mean, you think Malik's
father is gonna see his son get shot,

then run off and leave?

He left Malik when he was a baby,
why not do it again?

The trouble is, if I tried to
find evidence that proves this...

Well, you might tip off the wrong
people, before you get to this guy.

Exactly what
they're hoping for.

But if Dr. Al-thani
is the guy from the car

who was there the
night Malik was killed,

then he knows someone
else we're looking for.

This is our two-fer. And Abdul did
say to come by whenever I wanted.

Oh, but, hey, hey!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're gonna go to this
nut job terrorist's house?

Come on. What are you gonna
do when you get there?

You're gonna ask this doctor in front of
Al-Fulani if he wants to defect with you?

No.

I'm gonna have
Malik do it for me.

I'm unused to hosting women
to whom I'm not related.

Is it courteous to offer
you something to drink?

I won't be long. I--

Just a tiny follow-up on
our earlier interview.

Because after you and I spoke,

Ru'yah Fara,
Malik's mother, disappeared.

Were there signs of a struggle?

No. There were signs of
rapidly packed bags,

and she had no reason
to be afraid of us.

Not of me, I can assure you.

As I have told you before,
I am a spiritual man

- who devoted his life--
- I know what you are, sir.

I believe that someone inside the
Army of Allah was tryin' to pass

some pretty important secrets along
to the united states government.

Among those secrets was
information concerning

20 pounds of
separated plutonium

and the name of the C.I.A.
officer who helped you get it.

These are the lies told
by that infidel boy.

I believe it's true.

Because you wish
to be deceived.

No.

Because Malik Fara
speaks from the dead.

Well, that is absurd,
miss Johnson.

And even were it not,

what is the word of a dead
boy worth in a court of law?

We'll see.

I need to know where
that plutonium is,

and I want to meet the C.I.A.
officer who helped you get it.

And I want you to arrange that
meeting as soon as possible, sir.

I'm afraid you and I have nothing else
to say to each other, miss Johnson.

All right, then, sir.

Good night.

No sign of him over here.

What about over there?

Nada.

The doctor is
about an hour late.

You know, chief,
this may not be the guy.

He's the guy, and he'll show.

I left explicit instructions inside
Malik's bear tellin' the doctor

exactly what I wanted and exactly
what I would do if I didn't get it.

So unless he wants to be arrested for
murder tomorrow morning, he'll show.

Everyone but Flynn,
stay as still as possible.

Tar pits in the
middle of the city.

And they say L.A.
has no center.

You know,
something's bothering me a little.

What's that, sergeant?

This whole C.I.A. thing.

I don't know how
much I trust them.

You know, how I feel about the
people who work there, you know?

I know.

It's a... gray area.

I remember once
hearing a speech

about what it meant to be
an officer of the C.I.A.,

and the man who
gave this speech

talked about the struggle
to control civilization,

and how we're always
fighting the same fight.

And he used the dark
ages as an example.

And he talked about
how on the one side,

you had the pragmatic king who
was greedy and power hungry

and basically took advantage
of people whenever he could.

And on the other side,
you had the idealistic church

forcin' everyone to follow the same
rules, believe the same things, all that.

Neither the king nor the church
was ever completely right or wrong.

Both sides ended up doin' terrible
things to get what they wanted.

Really terrible things.

But the point of
the story was this--

that this struggle from the dark
ages had been goin' on forever.

And the church and the king might take
on different forms and philosophies,

but that they would
always fight each other.

Pragmatists and idealists.

And then most times,

you're better off standin' on the
sidelines and lettin' them duke it out.

But every once in a while,

one side or the other decides

it might be better to just
blow up the whole world,

just get its own way.

And when that happens,

you can't stand on
the sidelines anymore.

You have to pick a team.

And so for tonight, anyway,
we're servin' the king.

Chief, somebody's comin'.

All right, sergeant.

No one moves until both
parties come together.

Uh, here comes
the doctor, chief,

and he's heading
right for the bridge.

Keep movin'.

Don't look at him.

Hey, chief,
there's somebody else here.

Hold still, everyone.
Let them get together.

Hello, doctor.

I gather we're in
trouble somehow.

Yes, uh, we are.
We all must leave tonight.

Personally, I think we've
stayed too long already,

especially with Voitski
getting pinned in the head.

What about our
financial arrangements?

Yes. We have transferred the last $10
million to your swiss bank account.

Time to enjoy that little villa
on the mediterranean, yes?

Yes. We should move to the exit.
I have transportation for you.

They're moving out, chief.

All right then, go for it.

But be careful.
One of them might be armed.

We must hurry. Come.

Damn it.
You led me into a trap, you--

He-he has a gun!
He-he has a gun! He has a gun!

What was that shot?!

Don't move! Don't move!

- What was that shot?!
- Don't move.

You move, and it'll be the last
thing you do, you understand me?!

Who's hurt?!

Is anyone hurt?

Pat down the doctor.
We don't want any surprises in the van.

How do you like that?
Spy boy here took a shot at me.

You two--you two follow us.

Lieutenant Flynn,
sergeant Gabriel?

Nobody's hit, nobody's hit.
We got him.

It's Richard Branch.
We got him.

All right.

All right, everyone.

Escort the van back here.

Turn off the headpieces.

And, um, Buzz,
give the doctor your headphones.

Don't bother arresting me.

Don't bother reading
me my rights.

My knowledge of the Army
of Allah is extensive

and the agency would rather
I share it than go to jail.

Why not do both?

We should meet.

I'm special agent Fritz
Howard of the FBI.

You're not going
back to the agency.

So just shut up
and sit very still.

Dr. Al-Thani, can you hear me?

Yes. Is... is...
is Malik still alive?

No, sir. He's not.

I'm sorry. I tried not to
mislead you on that point.

And I hate to arrest you,
but we don't have much time.

How much longer before your absence
will be noticed at the Al-Fulani house?

Uh, 2 hours at the most.
I--I must go back.

No, you can't go back, doctor.

You can't keep me here!

Doctor, we've got an
awfully good set of prints

from that ice pick that you
shoved in Voitski's ear.

So if you don't help us,
I'm going to arrest you for murder.

Voitski murdered my son!

You killed your son when
you ran off and left him.

You actually sewed Voitski's leg
up after he murdered your son!

I had to!
There were people there.

Why--why did they do this?

There was no reason
to kill Malik!

They made a mistake.

But you can make
them pay for it.

Or you can spend the rest of
your life in an american prison.

You understand me?

Are you still with me?

What do you want?

Do you know where the
separated plutonium is?

Yes, yes. It's in Hamburg.

Is it where we can get to it?

Yes, I can give
you the address.

Well, then speak fast, doctor.

Because the second people know
you're gone, we lose everything.

The german authorities called.

They found the package.

Oh, that's a relief, anyhow.

Yeah, but you know you haven't
exactly played this by Andrew's rules.

Oh, I think I got it covered.

Thanks.

Good work, everybody.

Glad to have you back,
detective Sanchez, lieutenant Provenza.

Thank you, chief pope, sir.

Thank you, chief pope, sir.

Glad to have you back, Sanchez.

Doctor.

I...

I heard my son playing in
the back of an auditorium.

After his mother left,
I went to meet him.

It was so beautiful
what he could do.

I was just trying to help him.

Did you ever identify yourself
to him as his father?

Did you ever tell Malik why
you were trying to help him?

That's enough.

Thank you, gentlemen.

- Brenda?
- Yeah?

You went back on your deal.

I did exactly what you asked.

The germans have the
separated plutonium,

and the FBI has Richard.

And you have Dr. Al-Thani.
And I'm told that Richard Branch

will be made available to your
de-briefers whenever you want him.

Your job was given back
to you on the condition--

Andrew. While I appreciate
the agency's assistance,

since I've given the FBI full
credit on a major espionage arrest,

they're my new best friends.

And I have given
you a murderer.

And you have no idea how
hard that is for me to do.

Look, I think I get
what's going on here.

The C.I.A. is embarrassed about
an intelligence failure...

again. They're used to it.

Brenda did her job.
You did yours.

Can't this just be over?

Yes, well, I've expressed the
company's official irritation.

It was nice seeing
you again, Brenda.

I wish you well.

I do. Wish you well.

You, too, sir.

Oh, and if anyone asks you,
I was as mad as a hornet.

Thank you, sir.

Did I hear the words "good
job" in there anywhere?

Yeah, but it was in code.

I like it right there.

Your picture.

What you doing, Provenza?
What are you doin' here? It's late!

Why aren't you home?

Of course, ideally, you would--
you know,

you'd hang it up right now and
put it back where it belongs,

or pragmatically,
you might just set it down on the floor.

But you see,
your instinct is to split the difference

so that even if it's
not perfectly placed,

you can still see it.

- Aren't you tired?
- Yeah. Yeah.

But I hadn't been here in a while,
and, I don't know.

I kind of missed the place.

Plus, before he left tonight,
Flynn piled up my desk

with every coffee cup in the joint,
old case files.

I think he even brought a
little trash from his house.

So I just thought, that before
I cleaned it up, I might, uh...

take you out to breakfast.

You know someplace
fast and cheap?

Fast and cheap is my specialty.

So come on.

Let's grab a bite to eat,
and then when we get back,

I'll hang your picture
up so you don't go nuts.

Well, how can I refuse
an invitation like that?

Just give me one second.

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