All language subtitles for Person of interest s01e16

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.

I know because I built it.

I designed the machine to detect
acts of terror, but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving
ordinary people.

People like you.

Crimes the government
considered irrelevant.

They wouldn't act,
so I decided I would.

But I needed a partner.

Someone with the skills to intervene.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.

What's wrong with my other suits?

They're fine for a hired assassin,
Mr. Reese.

Just not for this particular job.

- Where am I going?
- To mingle with the best and brightest.

Wall Street.

We have a new number,
Mr. Adam Saunders.

He's a prop trader
at the investment firm of Baylor Zimm.

- Prop trader?
- Proprietary.

He invests the bank's own money,
not the client's.

He seems to be your typical
over-educated, over-compensated...

...Wall Street high flyer.
- Hmm.

- They're fine.
- No.

The cuff should shiver on the shoe,
not break.

Saunders has already had
a brush with the SEC.

An accusation of insider trading, unproven.

So his risk-taking may have
led him into dangerous waters.

I want you to get close to him.

I don't know anything about Wall Street.

Here's a start...

...although it doesn't really matter.

Banking is mostly looking clever
and wearing the right clothes.

And we've managed the second part.

I don't know
how this works, but he's seen too much.

We'll clean it up.

Whatever it takes.

- I'm a prop trader, not a tour guide.
- This guy is a whale.

He brings us business, it's millions.

That'd be great if I handled clients,
but the only people I make money for...

...are Baylor and Zimm.

The amount of bank this guy's talking,
it'll bleed into ours soon enough.

- Sydney know about this?
- Said they requested you by name.

Someone must think you know
what you're doing.

Look, you're backing me
into a corner on this, Paul.

- I got my eye on the thing.
- Heh.

Hey, what are friends for? Besides,
you don't even have to meet the whale.

Just his rep. Some asset manager.

Outstanding. I'll be spending two days
with hair gel and a pinstriped suit.

It's Glen check, actually.

- John Rooney. Assets.
- Adam Saunders.

- I know what I'm doing.
- My client prefers to stay anonymous.

He's the silent type.

He's also not fond of heights.

I thought rooftops
were your domain, Mr. Reese?

Your reputation precedes you.

My client trusts reputations
when it comes to his money.

Reputations can be deceiving.
How much are we talking?

At first? Pocket change.

My client likes to roll the dice.
No TIPS, no I bonds, no short-term funds.

Play jazz.

Consider it an audition, Mr. Saunders.

It starts now.

You're a quick study, Mr. Reese.

Adam, get over here. They're reading.

Reporting outside
the criminal courthouse in lower Manhattan.

We've received word
the jury has returned...

...in the Robert Keller murder trial...
- You following this?

Former CEO
of Virtanen Pharmaceuticals.

- Guy's standing trial for murder.
- I'm familiar with it.

Only thing between this company
and Chapter 11 is an acquittal.

Ever the pessimist, Saunders.

Nothing breeds like bad news,
even on the broker side. Right, Vic?

Bad news is already priced in.
Keller's son-in-law's steering the ship.

It's a blue chip
at a bargain-basement price.

Smart money's already in, pal.

That's why I handle
the big bucks around here.

- You just went pro too early.
- Way too early.

That's Sydney Baylor, a partner in the firm.
She also has a reputation.

- Reputation for what?
- Everything.

You held the sell tickets on Virtanen
to the last minute so I wouldn't see.

- One hundred million shorted, Adam?
- You wanted playmakers around here.

You short-sold Virtanen?
Are you out of your mind?

It's guilty, their stock craters
and I hold the price that I sold for.

See, that's the smart money, Victor.
Let it ride.

All right, kid.
But consider what you're betting.

A verdict has been read.
They're relaying it now.

Guilty of all charges.

Immediately following
the verdict, the DA announced charges...

...against Virtanen CFO Mark Lawson.

Congratulations. You do that again...

...and you'll find yourself
the most successful occupier...

...down in a tent on the street.

Feel like having a drink
over the grave of Virtanen?

Why not?

I'll round up some guys,
meet you downstairs.

His phone didn't pair, Finch.
That ever happen before?

All I can think is somebody
already bluejacked him.

It appears we're not the only ones
looking into Adam Saunders.

I see why. Guy plays poker with other
people's money and gloats about it.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Someone like that...

...the win doesn't concern him,
it's the rush.

Virtanen...

...two vultures, one stone.
How did you know?

I read everything. All the 10-K financials
nobody else bothered to.

Virtanen didn't have any blockbuster
drugs in the pipeline.

They hocked everything
for Keller's legal defense...

...not to mention the CFO's. Heh.

It was all buried, but I found it.
Keller was the tip of the iceberg.

That ship was going down.
So I took the bet.

No risk, no reward.

You ever play Russian roulette?

You want to get in the game,
you gotta spin the cylinder.

You in his apartment yet, Finch?

The rent on this place
must be staggering.

Maybe that's why
he doesn't have any furniture.

Mr. Reese, there's a small fortune
in Saunders' closet.

For a banker,
he doesn't seem to trust banks.

Bundles of $200 each.

And another club soda.

You pay, but you don't drink?

I drink. Just not right now.

Adam here prefers to keep his wits
about him at all times.

I hate that.

How was the dime tour? Was our
proprietary friend worth the reputation?

- Every penny.
- There he is.

Mr. Big-Shot. You know how many clients
I had to apologize to today...

...when they found out I put them
in a stock you shorted?

Okay. Next time, do your homework.

Homework? Are we in grade school?

Oh, sorry, Vic.
I guess you just went pro too early.

Watch it. Come on.

Let's go.

Hey, watch it. My suit.

We've got a Wall Street trader...

...that gambles millions by day
and fights at night.

And someone's tracking him.

Stay on him tonight.

If somebody goes after him,
it'll likely happen at his home.

He isn't going home.

Looks like he's working overtime.

Adam's closer to his boss
than we thought, Finch.

Who is this guy?

Adam never came home. Since it was there...

...I took the liberty of copying
some of his records...

...filled in some of the gaps, not all.

I have a death certificate...

...for his mother when he was 9.

Guardianship papers signed by
a Robert Sowoski from three years later.

- No father in the picture?
- Guess not.

I pulled up his employment contract
from his personal computer.

Sydney Baylor hired him herself.
Their private relationship...

...may account for his speedy rise
to a trading desk.

This looks like more than
sleeping your way to the top, Finch.

No other smudges on his record...

...except a Securities and Exchange
Commission investigation...

...that involved him six months ago.
I don't know why.

- Maybe Detective Carter could help.
- We'll see.

Until then, I've taken care
of the current surveillance on Adam.

After a GPRS reroute,
no one will be listening to his calls.

If someone makes another attempt,
they'll have to get close.

And we'll nail them.

Joss Carter?
- Yeah.

- Your delivery from Westside Dry Cleaning.
- I didn't have any dry cleaning.

Well, got your name on it here, so...

What is it?

One man's suit.

Just sign right here.

Thank you.

3 World Financial Center, please.

John's gonna want that suit back.

So where's Mr. Navaad?

He's taking his family to a Knicks game
while I borrow his taxi.

- Adam Saunders? Is he in trouble?
- He might be.

He needs our help, Detective Carter,
and I need yours.

That why we're going to
3 World Financial Center?

No, that's the regional offices of the
Securities and Exchange Commission.

We need to get a look at sealed SEC
records pertaining to Mr. Saunders.

And you think I can just do that?

If anyone can do it, you can.

Tsk. All right. I'll see what I can do.

- You turned on the meter.
- Don't forget to tip.

- Triple espresso, please.
- Oh. Triple espresso?

That's a lot of caffeine.
You must be tired.

I am tired. Of nosy SEC investigators.

Your inquiry wrapped six months ago.

And I can't let another Ivy League punk
like yourself get away with it.

And I still have nothing to say.

You always were good
at keeping your mouth shut.

You know what?
Hey, I'm so sorry, forget it.

Ahem.
- Heh, heh.

Is this the new standard procedure,
harassment in broad daylight?

A year from now,
I'm still gonna be looking.

One slip, so much as give your grandma
a stock tip, I'm gonna get you.

The SEC is a watchdog without teeth.
You couldn't give a parking ticket.

I got friends in the Justice Department.

They love sending
rich white boys up to Otisville.

Watch your step.

Carter sent over the sealed SEC files.

Inspector Doug Rasmussen...

...pursued possible counts of insider
trading at Baylor Zimm last year.

The inquiry was aimed
at top-tier executives.

Adam was a subpoenaed witness,
but all charges were dropped.

He testified to knowing
of zero wrongdoing...

...among the upper management
of the firm.

I believe he was lying
to protect his boss, Sydney Baylor.

What's Adam up to now?

Headed all the way out to Queens.

Looks like he's got a bone to pick
with a guy in a food truck.

Hey, buddy. I had a bratwurst
from this rolling outhouse last week.

Hit me worse than a cleanse.
I'm calling the Department of Health.

I don't see the problem.

Now you can stuff that soft gut of yours
back into your $2000 suit.

Three-thousand-dollar suit.

Three thousand dollars for a suit?

Three thousand dollars for a suit.
How are you, pal?

Good.
- The food truck is registered to...

...Robert Sowoski.
- Legal guardian?

Don't come around the neighborhood?

- Life in the fast lane, Uncle Bob.
- I'll get you something to eat.

He's more than a guardian.

He's also a Baylor Zimm client.

You look into that MNP I asked about?

Ha, ha. MLP, Uncle Bob.
Master limited partnership.

- And it's called Tritak Energy.
- Tritak, right.

Right. Look, I know you told those
fancy number crunchers at your office...

...to take care of my money, but I'm
reading this material they keep sending.

Looks like an awful lot of cash
going into one company.

I mean, I keep seeing it. Tritak. Tritak.

I mean, it was 10 percent, now it's 40.

Even a financial dunce like myself
knows you gotta diversify.

Uncle Bob, would I steer you wrong?
Who got you those tax breaks?

Who got you that low-interest loan?
You had one truck...

Now I got six trucks, 20 employees.

And from what I heard,
that MLP is returning 8 percent.

Where else you gonna find
that kind of return?

- Trust that broker.
- Adam...

- What?
- I do. You're a genius.

- And you always have been.
- Thank you.

What do we know
about Tritak Energy, Finch?

Not much. Stay close to Adam,
see what you can find out.

On a side note, Saunders guided me
to a very kind broker...

...who happily deposited
our money in Baylor Zimm.

Hope you got a receipt, Finch.

Mr. Saunders, we had an appointment
to finalize that deposit.

Uh, give me... Give me just one minute.

Hey, Paul?

- Paul, you got a second?
- Yeah.

That energy company I asked you
about last week? Tritak?

You made a hundred million yesterday
in the short of the century...

...and you're asking about some MLP?
Who cares?

It's my uncle's cash. I care.

All the fixed-income crowd is getting
dumped into MLPs. It's safe. Boring.

It's not just my uncle. It's half the clients
at this firm, and half the firm.

I ran the numbers. Baylor Zimm
is invested in this to 19 percent.

Is anybody even tracking that?

You've been looking into client money?
You can't do that.

Like, federally, you can't.

It's illegal and so is this conversation.

- Thanks for the tip.
- Hey, what are friends for?

- We'll talk later.
- Yeah.

What's this I hear about you getting
questioned by the SEC today?

It's nothing. It's the same guy.
Rasmussen. New day, same song.

He's got nothing. I need to talk to you.

Remember that company I asked you
about the other night? Tritak?

How about we keep what we
talk about at night, at night?

And as for the SEC, just remember
that last time we barely got off the hook.

We can't take another embarrassment.

You mean the firm can't take
another embarrassment, right?

Keep your head down, Adam. Please.

I come here a lot
when I need to decompress. It's peaceful.

So, what were you arguing about
at the office?

Isn't anything your client
needs to worry about.

Is the SEC something my client
needs be worried about?

In this business, someone's always
trying to find the trick. The con.

Right.

- So, what's yours?
- We're just that good.

Uh-huh.

Is that why you invested
your uncle's money with the firm?

- Excuse me?
- We have $150 million on the line.

We like to know everything, Adam.

Saunders is your given name, right?

But wouldn't Sowoski
be more accurate?

Are you having me followed?

Let's go. I'm driving you back to B/Z.

If they still want your money,
some other schmuck can handle it.

My family, my past,
is none of your business.

- No matter how much money is at stake.
- Right.

I should call the police.

- You may need to.
- What are you talking about?

See the construction
equipment back there?

I see it. So what?
- See any workers with it?

They want me to slow down.

We're being funneled. Don't stop.

Someone just tried to kill Adam, Finch.

- How's Saunders after last night?
- He thinks it was an accident.

- And you're sure it wasn't?
- It's called "funneling."

You force your target into a kill zone
by subtly shifting his direction.

Carter's looking at the scene now.

The vehicles, the stoplight,
it was professional.

But who wants Adam dead enough
to bring in a hit team?

I've been watching my money.

The majority of it is being
shuffled into one company...

...Tritak. Same one
Adam's uncle mentioned...

...only at 10 times the rate
his money was invested.

Someone is moving faster than before.

Tritak invests in the Louisiana/Texas
pipeline running gas to the northeast.

People need natural gas.

So for the most part,
Tritak should keep a steady price.

But it shot up 600 percent recently
because of a buy frenzy...

...initiated at Baylor Zimm.

- Insider trading?
- Happened before.

Adam knew about it then,
maybe he knows now.

Except he won't walk away this time.

We were almost roadkill last night.
I'm getting tired of playing around.

Mr. Sowoski, I'm with the SEC.

We're looking into possible criminal
activities at Baylor Zimm Investments.

We know your nephew is a trader there.

- What, did he do something wrong?
- We can't be sure.

Does Adam advise you
on your own investments?

No. I got a broker for that.

What can you tell me about
a company called Tritak Energy?

Not much. You'd have to talk to my guy.

But your own money is
heavily invested in it, correct?

Yeah.

You know, I knew there was something
fishy going on there.

But Adam, he put me with good people,
he said it was fine.

How well do you know your nephew?

When my sister died,
Adam's dad left to find work out west.

He ended up in New Mexico.
He never came back.

So Adam lived with my family.

Every month, his father sent $200 home.

Comic books, new shoes.
Adam never spent it.

Year after year, he saved every penny
in shoe boxes.

It was thousands.
And when he grew up...

...he used it to enroll in night classes...

...before he could get
into a real business school.

In the end, what Adam had
instead of a father...

...was cash in a shoe box.

What'd he do?

Bought himself a future.

Saunders, we should talk. Now.

Tritak.

A run-of-the-mill MLP just happens to be
the hottest equity on the market.

Tell me what you know.

I don't know anything.

I bet you'll start remembering
when you're up in Otisville.

But by then,
it'll be too late to make a deal.

Okay. Okay. All right, look, look.

I ran some numbers the other night,
it looks like...

It doesn't add up.
There's no reason why Baylor Zimm...

...should be dumping so much money
into this one company.

Unless somebody knows something
the rest of us don't.

You still have the numbers you ran?

On a laptop in my office.

Get it.

Now.

Excuse me.

Mr. Reese, we have a problem.
He's on the roof.

We gotta get you out of here.

We have to move fast.
This building is tactically unsafe.

- You're not an asset manager.
- No.

But I did save your life.

- What the hell happened back there?
- Just a second attempt to kill you.

I need to know what about Tritak has
people repeatedly trying to do that.

It started with my uncle.
The firm invested him in a company.

He asked me some questions,
so I took a peek.

- Illegally.
- But he was family.

I didn't think anything of it.
Then I saw some numbers...

...that I didn't agree with,
so I wrote an e-mail.

I was gonna send it to Risk Management,
Legal, the partners, everybody.

But then the SEC started sneaking around,
so I was told to keep my mouth shut.

- It was insider trading?
- It wouldn't be the first time.

Look, I never sent that e-mail.

Did you tell anyone else?

A few friends at the firm.
I asked them to take a look at it...

Who?

Sydney Baylor.

I got the search results
that you wanted, Carter.

Only one utility yard reports
vehicle thefts in the last week.

All stolen three nights ago.

Back hoe, steam roller
and a refurbished sanitation vehicle?

What would somebody want
with an old garbage truck?

Thanks.

Reese, did you find Baylor?

Yeah, we're at her penthouse now.

- Ugh.
- But she isn't saying much.

Whoever's after Adam got to her first.

This is my fault.
I asked her about the Tritak numbers.

She must've looked into them herself.

Oh. Oh, my God.

They killed her.

Adam, you recognize that bottle?

Yeah, we drank it the other night
to celebrate the Virtanen short.

Which means your fingerprints
are all over it.

Everywhere.

Finch, they killed Baylor
for digging into her own company.

Made it look like Adam did it
before plunging to his own death.

The cavalry's here. Time to go.

The police will be all over Adam.
What are you gonna do?

Take him somewhere safe. Come on.

Cause of death
was blunt-force trauma to the head.

- Prints?
- I dusted twice.

None on the tub, none on the body.

Only other ones we found
were the vic's and an Adam Saunders'.

He was having a relationship
with the victim.

His prints are all over the home
and murder weapon.

You mean the champagne bottle?

How'd you know that?
- Heh.

- Here.
- Thanks.

Is there any chance, if Saunders
was having a relationship with the vic...

...that he could've handled
the champagne bottle, say, days ago...

...then had it planted?

That'd be pretty slick.
But who'd go through the trouble?

They'd have to, what,
search the building's garbage?

Anyway, basement's guarded.

Unless they had a garbage truck.

We have many
safe houses where Adam could be taken.

I know.

The safest I've ever been
was when I was anonymous. Here.

- You'll be safe too.
- Wait. You can't...

Wait, you can't leave me here.
I can't sleep here.

Why not? I did.

Right over there, for four months.

See that woman?

Her name is Joan.

If you need anything, just ask her.
Oh, uh...

Just don't touch anything in her cart.

Here.

Don't use this phone
until I call you on it.

Wait, wait, wait.

Victor. Go find Victor.

Your pal from the nightclub?

He's the senior broker.

If someone's putting clients in Tritak
whether or not they want it...

...he's the next rung down on the ladder.

If this bill had not been passed today,
it would've been put aside indefinitely...

...which would be detrimental
to the state of New York.

We have a problem, Mr. Reese.

What else is new?

Have you heard about Utica Shale
or the process of fracking?

Mm. It's, um,
underground rock formations.

Companies dig down and fracture
shale beds to release natural gas.

They just passed a bill to start fracking
in upstate New York.

Which means they wouldn't need
a pipeline up from the south.

And they don't need to invest
in a company like Tritak.

How much did Baylor Zimm
have invested in Tritak?

Or how much did its clients?

Millions.

Millions upon millions.

And they will lose everything.

Adam saw this coming, tried to stop it.

Which is why they tried to kill him.

But who are they?

Adam told me to talk to Victor.

Said he would have to know.

The bill passed overnight.

I'm trying to sell your shares
as fast as I can.

You have to understand.

Hello, Victor.

You're a patsy. They just used you.

Your boss is dead.

Adam's life is on the line.

And millions were lost.

People needed that money.

Families.

I thought Tritak was a safe bet.

Someone got to the senators.

Someone powerful enough to push that
shale-fracking bill through the system.

But why build Tritak up?

Why silence Adam...

...only to watch it fail?

Oh, no.

Listen, it's a short sale.

Someone had the brokers pump up
the price and then sold high...

...because they knew that the bill
was gonna pass and kill Tritak.

Whoever shorted it stands
to make millions on this.

That's why they targeted you.

So how do we find the short-seller?

Look around.
There's 50 brokers selling off Tritak.

Find the guys
who already sold it days ago.

Because now they have to cover the short
and buy it back.

I gotta go.

Hey, Uncle Bob.

Adam, what's going on?
You told me Tritak was safe.

Bob, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'll get your money back.

It's not just my money, Adam.
It's salaries, it's pensions.

It's every employee that works for me.

- It's my business. The Sowoski name.
- Bob, I... Look...

But you're not a Sowoski.

At least, you never thought you were.

You're a Saunders.

- Isn't that right, Adam?
- No. I'll get it back.

Even if it takes the rest of my life,
I will get it back.

I gotta go.

Hey, boss?
I think I got a location on the kid.

I need your help on this, Finch.

I need you to get inside Baylor Zimm.

I'm on the trading floor now.

Mr. Reese, I found something.

Paul Ashton.

Adam's friend.

Also a senior risk manager.

I found his short-sale orders
from last week.

And the buy orders for Tritak
issued to him this morning.

- For how many?
- About 4 million.

Where's Paul now?

I'm about to find out.
His phone is tethered to his calendar.

Maybe I can hack into his GPS.

Paul? It can't be.

No, I mean, it really can't.

They put measures in place
to catch securities fraud.

Insider trading, short-sale manipulation.

How did Paul do it?

Paul isn't working alone.

He's got a friend in the SEC.

I spent my entire career
chasing down rogue traders...

...only to see my agency get defanged...

...when the country needed us
watching the closest.

Pity.

- If you can't beat them, join them.
- And make millions along the way.

Three hundred million, to be exact.
Where are we?

Tritak was down to $4 a share
by closing bell today.

When the market
opens tomorrow, it'll be 2.

I've got buy orders in place
to pick up the shares we need.

And the loose ends?

Well, Baylor won't be asking any more
questions, but Adam is still out there.

He could be a problem.

I have it under control.

You would be better off balling up that paper
and stuffing it under your clothes.

It'll keep you warm.

See, how did it get to this? I mean...

...I earned everything
that I achieved in my life.

I know.

Your uncle told us.

You talked to him?

He told us about your father...

...and the $200 he'd send you.

He doesn't know the end of the story.
He doesn't know...

...when I was 16,
I went to go find my father.

I took a train to New Mexico
and I found him.

And he had a new family.

And then when I went to him...

...he tried to hand me another $200.

I didn't want the money.

I wanted a family.

And you've had one.

An uncle who spent his life
slaving over a food-truck counter.

For you.

I'll get Bob's money back.
I promised him that I would.

When did you talk to your uncle?

Get down.

- We need to go. We need to move.
- Stay down.

Now move.

So Paul was working
with Rasmussen all along.

On a massive short-sell bet
against Tritak.

It's lost 90 percent of its value already.

But an SEC investigator and a banker do
not shoot up a homeless encampment...

...with automatic weapons.
- No.

There was some serious muscle
behind this.

- How's Adam doing?
- Not bad for a guy who's lost everything.

Does he still have a suit?

- Why?
- Paul and Rasmussen need...

...Tritak to bottom-out before they can
collect on their bet.

What are you talking about, Finch?

Ever try to catch a falling knife,
Mr. Reese?

Sounds like a good way to get cut.

Which is why we need
a damn good investment banker.

Have Adam put on a tie.

He's going back to work.

I got a buy. I got a buy on Tritak.

What the hell?

Victor, I need your help.

I've buy orders here
for 4 million shares of Tritak.

Can you fill these immediately?

I can buy what's available, but some
new player hit the market hard today.

Been buying all morning.
There was a lot out there to buy.

Would you look? Tritak just hit 15 a unit.

By the time the dumb money gets back in,
it'll be at an all-time high.

- Who's the new player?
- Anonymous.

But I have a number.

Maybe you can strike a deal.

Hey, you called. What's going on?

I'm saving our asses.
That's what's going on.

This is Harold Crane. Yes?

Sir, this is Paul Ashton
with Baylor Zimm Investments.

I need to speak with you about
your majority share in Tritak.

Sorry, speak to my banker about that.

No, sir...

Sorry, Paul, but my little buying frenzy
just reinvigorated the Tritak MLP.

And I own all the shares.

Don't worry, I'll sell you what you need.

After all, what are friends for?

And your little game of Hide the Short?

Only works when it's legal.

- You can't prove anything.
- No, I can't.

But Victor and a dozen other brokers
just lining up to testify against you?

They'll do anything to avoid jail time.

- Let us through here.
- That's the guy. Over here.

There, get him.

John Rooney.

Assets.

It's all of it. All your money.

You were the only person
I counted on when I was younger.

And I wish
that you could've counted on me.

And I hope that someday, you know,
maybe you can forgive me.

Of course I forgive you, kid. You're family.

Of course I forgive you.

Even if I can't stand your taste in suits.

What are we gonna do about reinvesting?

You and I
could look into franchising the business.

But first I got some people
I want you to feed.

I didn't know what you were into before
we met, John, and I don't know now...

...but you sure know how
to keep things interesting.

I saw signs posted downstairs.

Someone finally bought this old place.

New ownership.

Looks like we'll have
to make camp elsewhere.

Actually, I know the new owner.

He's a smart kid...

...with a good head on his shoulders.

I don't think
you'll have to be moving anywhere.

Hey.

I never said thank you...

...for looking after me when I needed it.

Who's looking after you these days?

Someone new.

Some big-shot broker, huh?
- Where's the other one?

What other one?

There's supposed to be two suspects.

- You talking about the SEC guy?
- Yeah.

They found him dead
in his apartment in Queens.

Self-inflicted GSW to the head.

Guess he couldn't stand
the thought of Otisville.

Hmm. I heard they both were arrested.

I don't know what to tell you.

I was thinking.

All of this? Heh.

It was all too slick. Too complicated.

A stockbroker and a finance cop
couldn't pull this off. No.

There was someone else
behind the scenes.

Someone who hired a team
of assassins...

...who knew a bill would pass
in state government weeks before it did.

Someone who could use 300 million
to finance a personal war.

So, what's this?

The bigger picture.

Hello, John.

Been a long time.