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Glad you could make it.

Yeah, well, if you have
what you say you have,

boss'll do more business.

First show me the money,

then we can talk business.

Clean and uncut.

Straight from the source.

This man right here is in charge
of FDA approval.

I usually prefer ecstasy, but...

...I'm an equal opportunity kind of guy.

We're under attack!

Shit.

Over a dozen gang members are dead

in what can only be
described as a massacre.

Early reports indicate
that several of the victims

were wanted in connection

with a variety of other
violent crimes throughout the city.

Now if you take a look behind me here,

you can see that most of them...

Good morning, captain.

With all this media circus, is it?

What the hell happened here?

- Drug deal gone wrong?
- Very wrong.

They forgot to take the drugs.

Think Vincent Romano is behind this?

Isn't he behind everything?

So, who are the victims today?

It's a mess.

Buddy's laying over here
and what's left of the 1st Streeters,

which, as you know, up until last night

were the most vicious,
violent gang in the city,

responsible for more rapes and murders
than your average Third World army.

Over here, we've got the remains
of the Whiteboys,

white supremacist version
of the 1st Streeters,

only these guys got cash and mob
ties to back 'em up.

All the upstanding citizens of society.

Yeah, most of them were shot.
One was blown up.

One got a knife to the throat.

Whatever happened here, somebody
walked away with a lot of money.

Not exactly, sir.

How much is in there?

Enough to say that someone
is very unhappy.

Smoking cigars now, hm.

And I thought he was perfect.

Put your hands on your head
and turn around real slow.

Let me guess,

you're pointing a standard police-issue
nine millimeter Glock at me?

Holds 15 rounds in the mag,

16 if you count the one
that's not in the chamber.

It's nothing any run-of-the-mill
Kevlar vest wouldn't stop.

The irony is, your academy training
has you pointing at my torso,

not my head.

Last chance.

Relax, Detective, I'm on your side.

It is Detective, isn't it?

I'm just assuming the patrol officer
would have some sort of age requirement.

- Who are you?
- Special Agent William Porter.

I'm also gonna take a gamble
that that Glock isn't gonna

shoot me before I can show you my ID.

Fuck!

What are you doing here anyway?
This isn't a federal case.

He's using this rooftop
as a staging ground.

Tell me, which him?

You'd need a small army
to take out these two gangs.

You know, I'm thinking several
guys with machine guns?

A couple of knife men in the alley,

bomber to take out the Mercedes,

spotter or two on the roof, so
come on, tell me, how many hims?

It's just one.

What happened to the drugs?

Where's the money, Ex?

I... I don't know.

I need to see a doctor!

You're gonna keep on bleeding until we
understand what happened here.

Mr. Romano isn't very happy.

Who did this?

I didn't see any faces.

They were everywhere,
they were all around us.

Who would do this to you?

Get rid of him.

Who would do this to us?

There's no other cartel strong
enough to pull this off.

Good evening.
Recent crimes rates in our city

are increasing with such rapid momentum

that citizens are looking to
our political leaders for answers.

News Channel Four's very own,
Michelle Gibson,

has contacted Mayor Randolph's
office for comment,

however it appears that Mayor Randolph's
active campaign for governor,

seems to be the only thing on his agenda,

other than defending numerous
accusations of infidelity.

As of this time, the mayor
has declined to comment

or return our calls. Eric?

Erin, we have breaking news from the
old missile silo on the edge of town.

Reports are coming in that a violent,
yet selective assassination

of known gang members and drug
dealers occurred last night.

What we know at this time is that
several cars were riddled with bullets

and one vehicle exploded with
such devastation

that its make has yet to be identified.

Moreover the crime scene
is littered with corpses

and body parts so mutilated and scattered,

that the police have yet
to establish an accurate body count.

Our city's Police Captain Connolly
and several detectives are on the scene.

Additionally, our Channel 4 News
copter has been in the air all morning.

We will bring you updated
details as they become available.

How bad is he?

Oh, poor baby.

Tell him Mommy will be there
as soon as she can.

Get your pants off, Keri.

You're on next.

Thank you.

Hey, Natasha?

Hi, Keri. What's going on?

My son got sick at school.

Can you cover for me?

Of course.

Tell the little guy
I hope he feels better.

Thank you. You're a life-saver.

What do you want me to tell Jack?

They'll be only two of us until
the shift change.

I know, I'm sorry.

Tell him... I'll be back as soon as I can.

Oh, and the scary guy
in the back isn't tipping.

What does he look like?

I don't know, I didn't
get a good look at him.

Well, he hasn't seen me yet.

Good evening. Not even 24 hours has passed

and we find our Channel 4 News
team back on scene

where yet another atrocity
has besieged our town.

- Eric?
- Thank you, Erin.

Breaking news, Channel 4 is on the scene

at the Snake Eyes Strip Club.

We are hearing that an apparent
bomb or other incendiary device

has annihilated this building.

Bomb squad officials report
that only a military-grade bomb

could cause a destruction
of this magnitude.

And it is assumed to have been
remotely detonated.

The question remains, who would be capable
of getting a hold of such a device?

Raise it up. There you go.

That's it. More to the left.

Here you go, miss.

Did you find any other bodies inside?

This is Jerry Simon coming to you live

from the charred remains
of the Snake Eyes Strip Club.

It seems that our fair city,
which just last night played host

to the bloody massacre of two of
our most violent street gangs,

must now bear witness
to the fiery destruction

of its most notorious strip club.

Girls said they were the only
dancers in the club at the time.

Luckily it was between shifts.

- They see anything?
- No, they were in the dressing room.

That building was filled
with weapons and ammunition.

There's gonna be a lot of dead in there.

The 1st Streeters, the Whiteboys,
now the Snake Eyes Club.

Are we looking for someone to
arrest or to thank, Rodriguez?

Captain's been to more crime
scenes today than he has all year.

You can say that again.

Well, it looks like somebody turned
off the alarm over the emergency exit.

Not that it would've mattered.

Fire boys are telling me they're
pretty sure it was a bomb.

Destroyed everything
but the dressing room.

That's some serious precision bombing.

So, what are the chances this
is connected to last night?

Yeah, I'd say "pretty good".

Excuse me. Oh, my God...

Miss! Miss, you have to stay back.

I was just here.

- Okay.
- You have to stay back.

Excuse me, miss?

- What is your name?
- Who are you?

My name is William Porter,
I'm a federal agent.

Did you work here today?

- Who said I work here?
- Come on.

I assume you didn't come all the way
down here in those shoes to go jogging.

I was just here a few hours ago.

It was the scary guy
in the back, wasn't it?

You saw someone? Did you see his face?

No.

Come on.

Agent Porter, what can I do for you?

Well, you might want to talk to her.

She was here earlier today.

It's him.

Hey!

What the hell's going on, man?

Who were you chasing?

His name is Colonel Robert Sikes.

He's a commander of one of
the Special Forces' most elite units.

His service record is impeccable.

Skills at hand-to-hand combat,

weapons, firearms, and
explosives is unmatched.

He's trained to blend in
to any city, any terrain.

And he's using those skills and
that training

to go after gangs, or drug dealers,

or anyone who, in his mind,

is threatening the moral fabric
and well-being of this country.

A vigilante.

He's more than that, Captain.

This is a military mission to him.

His targets, wide-ranging as
they may seem, are not random.

They are carefully chosen
for maximum effectiveness.

So, what, he's looking at these
gangs as insurgents?

Well, the strip club was a,
uh, supply depot.

What about the dancers?

They weren't his targets.

If he wanted them dead, they'd be dead.

You seem to know a lot about
this Colonel Sikes.

Would you mind telling us why

"a commander of an elite
Special Forces unit"

is on a military mission to save our city?

While Colonel Sikes was hunting
down terrorists in Afghanistan,

his wife and little boy,
safe here at home,

were killed in a drive-by shooting,
completely random.

The killer was aiming for
a rival gang member.

And Sikes' wife and little boy
just happened to be nearby.

His wife died almost instantly

and the little boy lingered on
for a few more days

before joining his mother.

Did they ever catch the shooters?

No, there were so many suspects,

the police couldn't even determine
which gang was responsible.

But it didn't matter anyway,
Sikes had already snapped

and begun his self-ordered
mission to secure the homeland.

What else should we know about this guy?

Well, he doesn't drink,
he doesn't do drugs,

he doesn't sleep around,
and, until recently,

he didn't smoke, either.

Well, we appreciate very much
all that information, Agent Porter.

We'll catch him.

Well, I hope you're right.

But, no offense, Captain,

I don't think that your
department is skilled,

equipped, or trained enough to
deal with Colonel Sikes.

He's been on Special Ops
missions all around the world,

usually with entire armies
chasing him down.

And they don't have to yell "freeze".

So what makes you so qualified
for the job?

I've been in those places with him.

Hey!

So are we supposed to arrest
everyone with a buzz cut,

or are you gonna tell us what
this guy looks like?

I already requested the Pentagon
send over Sikes' picture and file,

at least whatever's not classified,

not that it'll help.

He'll have already changed appearances.

Aw, this is such bullshit.

Listen to me, Sikes is trained
to be a ghost, a shadow.

When this is all over, you might
even wonder if he ever existed.

Now if you'll excuse me, Detective,

I gotta go find the girl that you lost.

I lost?

You're the one who drew
your gun and ran away

and knocked over those innocent civilians.

She's a witness.

The police still do use
witnesses, don't they?

Look, asshole,

I don't give a shit whether you
work for the government or not.

Until this becomes a federal case,

you're just a tourist here.

Sikes is trained to leave a survivor,

to scare people out of doing
whatever it is they're doing.

Now this girl, Keri,
she's a random variable.

If he let her escape,
he could be following her.

If she escaped on her own,
she could be a target.

Assuming she is telling you the truth,
all you know is that this girl's a stripper.

You don't even know her last name.

Well, I'm gonna find her...

...perhaps even before she's killed.

So what do you expect me to do, sit on
my ass and wait for you to save the day?

- Safest place for your ass.
- Fuck you.

I'll keep in touch.

Turn around, smart ass! Put your hands up!

Get up against the wall.

- Hey, homey, don't say anything!
- Shut up!

Don't be looking around,
look straight ahead.

Spread your legs.

Let's get this shit off of you.

- Oh, come on!
- Come here! Get your ass over here!

Partner, shots fired! Shots fired!

- Get down!
- Put out a help call!

Officer needs help! Officer needs help!

Send an ambulance! Shots fired,
I got two suspects down.

Officer needs help. Officer needs help.

The Snake Eyes Club
is completely destroyed.

I want to know who did this.

I talked to the two strippers at
the hospital.

They're lucky to be alive.

Weird.

But they said she left
just before the explosion.

She even talked about seeing some scary
guy in the back of the strip club.

Where is she?

There were too many cops around
to pick her up.

We'll get her, though.

I want this girl here...

...now.

Breaking and entering's against the law.

And I could even tell you how
much time you'd get for that.

Now look, I don't want any
trouble with you boys.

- You have a good day, honey.
- Okay.

And when you get home,
we are gonna go on a little trip.

Just you and Mommy.

It will be like our little adventure.

- All right?
- Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Asshole.

Yo, where's my money, bitch?

Hey, nice to see you, too.

Uh-huh.

Here you go.

Shit, that's all you got?

Just give me my cut.

Your cut? You know,
you need to be working more.

I'm just doing this
till I get back on my feet.

Back on your feet!

Oh, my God!

Captain Connely.

When?

Weren't we just here?

Yeah, you know me and
strip clubs, Rodriguez.

So let's pan up the blood.

Tag his face, and then
we'll whip over to the neck.

The wound on the neck.

And then we'll pull back out for the wide.

- Beautifully gratuitous.
- Hey!

What the hell are you doing here?

Hi, Detective, Jerry Simon,
Jerry Simon Says.

It looks like you've a few more
dead bodies back there.

I don't care if you're the Pope.

This is a crime scene.
Get the hell outta here.

- The body count keeps rising...
- Guys!

It looks like they were killed
with a very big knife.

You should make a statement,
Detective, or I'll make one for you.

Hey, please don't touch him!
Okay, we're leaving.

1st Streeters, the Whiteboys,
this club and now these two.

I think you've got a vigilante
on your hands.

- No comment.
- Thank you, Detective.

Okay, we're leaving.

This is just the beginning, isn't it?

This is Jerry Simon coming to
you live for a special report.

I find myself again outside of
the Snake Eyes strip club,

which just yesterday exploded
in a fiery blast,

killing almost everyone inside.

But this morning,
two more bodies were found,

each killed at some point last night

outside of the very same club.

Although the police are denying it,

this reporter believes it to be
the work of a vigilante.

A "super-vigilante," if you will.

He first targeted the violent
1st Streeters and Whiteboy gangs.

He then moved on to the
notorious Snake Eyes club,

which you can still see behind me.
And now, he hunts the muggers

and criminals that infest our streets.

It is unknown if this crime wave will end.

If you ask me, the modus operandi

of this vigilante will escalate
until our peaceful Hamlet

is washed of these vicious criminals.

The footage that Jerry Simon Says

is about to show is gruesome.

But it's the truth.

I advise any children out there watching

to do so with extreme caution.

Those are the two crack heads
I had watching the place.

I didn't think anyone
would actually go back.

Let me take you live to
the Jerry Simon Says studios.

JERRY SIMON SAYS

I am about to share with you
some expert observations

that clearly raise questions,
and point out distinct...

And this bastard used a hunting knife?

Two of them. Without blinking.

...and the most recent bombing
of the Snake Eyes strip club.

Folks, when you've been
an Emmy Award-winning journalist

as long as Jerry Simon has,

you develop eyes in the back of your head.

Case in point.

To me, this gentleman
is a person of interest

and somebody needs to
find him and talk to him.

Furthermore, my gut instinct
begs the question,

why is he so chummy with this single
mother/seductive stripper...

- That's him.
- ...who miraculously survived.

Sir, I'm not so sure about that.

Why is that?

I've seen this guy around before.

- Where?
- With the police...

I think he's a cop, maybe even a Fed.

Feds don't kill people
with hunting knives.

That's him.

And when you bring that
little bitch in here,

I'm sure she'll tell me the same thing.

Mac and the boys are
picking her up right now.

I'll scream.

I hope for nothing less.

We work for Vincent Romano.

We're here to ask a few questions,

and for your sake,
we better like the answers.

Now put down the fucking knife!

You remember Mr. Romano?

Your old boss at the Snake Eyes club?

Yes, but I was hired by Jack.

I didn't do any of that other stuff.

Haven't you been watching
the news this week?

It's not safe anymore for
people in your profession.

Yours either.

You going on a little trip?

Just... just a weekend getaway.

But it's not the weekend yet.

Why go away when we can...

...party right here?

We want to know about the bombing.

I don't know anything.

She doesn't know anything.

We don't believe you, Keri!

There was a man sitting at the back.

But I didn't see his face. I swear.

It's not me you need to convince...

...it's Mr. Romano.

Answer it.

You try anything stupid, you die,
and so does your kid.

- Who is it?
- Special Agent Porter.

We met outside the Snake Eyes club.

I believe we have some
unfinished business to discuss.

It's not a good time.

Never is.

Are there any more?

- Are there any more?
- No.

Are you okay?

Where's your little boy?

He's at school.

All right, we gotta get out of here now.

Do you think there's more of them?

It's not them I'm worried about. Come on.

Come on.

We need to get you to the police station.

No, I have to go get my son.

You can call him from the police station.

Look, if you ever need
anything, anything at all,

this is where I'm staying.

Thank you.

They're in the alley!

Go!

Go!

What's wrong with you, man?
You're slipping.

What, you can't check your six?

Robert.

Just like old times, huh?

Me saving your life

and your hooker girl
flying up into the wind.

How about this? You do what you do,

I do what I do.

We'll see who comes out on top.

I appreciate you
killing some of the bad guys,

that was nice of you.

Oh, I'm gonna stop you, boy.

I wanted to ask you something.

Would you give your life
to save the world,

if nobody knew you did it?

See, that's the difference
between you and me.

And you're not telling me
when we'll settle anything.

I'm gonna dictate the time.

Tomorrow, midnight,
Devil's Garden, come alone.

I want to assure all of you that this
crime wave will come to an end.

We have the best police
department in the country.

And we're working around the clock

to make sure that all the good,
law-abiding citizens are safe.

Mayor Randolph has called the events
of this past week "a crime wave".

But perhaps it's a wave
of a different kind,

a wave of justice.

Murderers, robbers, rapists,

dealers, pedophiles, and the Mob.

None are safe.

A source of ours at the police department

says that other than
the actual acts perpetuated

by the super-vigilante this past week,

there has been virtually no
other violent crime

reported throughout the city.
In an online poll we took earlier today

shows that the super-vigilante
currently enjoys

a higher approval rating
than Mayor Randolph.

I'm Jerry Simon.

Draw your own conclusions,
ladies and gentlemen,

I'll draw mine.

And to all you criminals out there,

Jerry Simon says... it's judgment day.

And cut.

- That was great.
- Of course it was, it's me.

Mr. Mayor! Your thoughts on
the super-vigilante, sir?

I'm sorry, Mr. Simon, I have
an important meeting to get to.

Just one quote.

Mayor Nate Randolph for Governor.

What do you think, Neil?

I think he's an asshole.

You gonna let him be governor?

Well, it's not up to me.

It's up to the people.

Mr. Mayor, your wife's
holding on line two.

Tell her I'm in a meeting.

So, I really need some.

- Yeah, I don't think so.
- Come on, I'll suck your dick.

I don't know, the last time you fucking
chewed it all up with those teeth.

I won't this time, it'll be really good.

All right, but you owe me.

Hey.

Hi.

I didn't know where else to go.

Well, why don't you go to the police?

Everyone would know.

I'm not exactly the girl next door.

Well, the police don't care
about your job.

That's the difference
between them and him.

Please?

William, this is Corey.

Corey, this is my friend, William.

Hey there, Corey, how you doing?

Good.

Sorry, I wasn't expecting company.

It's okay, we weren't
expecting to need it.

Honey, do you need to go to the bathroom?

Do you mind if I use it?

- No, go right ahead.
- Oh, thanks.

Are you a good guy or are you a bad guy?

Well, what did your mom tell you?

That you're a good guy.

That's what my son thought, too.

How old is your son?

- How old are you?
- Six.

Six years old...

I think that's about how old my
son was the last time I saw him.

Where is he?

I don't know.

He'll sleep through the night now.

He can sleep through anything.

You know, you can stay here as
long as you want.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

You know, you think your life
is gonna turn out one way,

and then it goes somewhere
completely different.

Right now, I just...
I just want him to be safe.

He'll be safe here.

And so will you.

The news is right. There hasn't been a
violent crime reported in almost a week.

And hell, if it wasn't for Colonel Sikes,
wouldn't have much of any crime reported.

All the other precincts saying
pretty much the same thing.

Hey, if we don't get this guy
soon, we'll all be out of a job.

There'll be no one else left to arrest.

A drop in crime, no matter what the reason,
it's gotta be a good thing, right?

For the department, for the city.

Listen, if we play this thing right,

at the end of the day, you guys are
gonna be very popular around here,

and you might just be looking
at the next Chief of Police.

As long as we don't count the dead bodies
of the unrighteous littering the streets,

then yeah, we can tell ourselves
we're doing a fine job.

Aren't you being just a little
bit dramatic, Detective?

What, you think all the city's
criminals are on vacation, Captain?

They're shit scared of this
"super-vigilante" and so am I.

We don't know anything about
this Colonel Sikes.

He could just as easily start
taking out school kids tomorrow,

and there's not a goddamn thing
we can do about it.

Yeah, we don't even have
a picture, or a description.

Porter's right, we're chasing a ghost.

Speaking of Agent Porter,
we heard from him?

Not a peep. But I did call
the Pentagon myself about Sikes.

And?

After two hours of being transferred

to every ranking officer on duty,

they couldn't even tell me this
guy existed,

let alone give me his file.

And don't expect them to anytime soon.

Plausible deniability.

- Where have you been?
- Drunk.

But I am meeting Sikes at midnight.

That doesn't give us much time. Where?

- Devil's Garden.
- That's Vincent Romano's club.

That makes it interesting.
You sure about that?

Oh, yeah, he's gonna be there.

- He's the one who set it up.
- Why?

It was the honorable thing to do.

We need to shut down every
street in a three block radius.

I agree. Let's also get SWAT on the move.

I want to nail this bastard.

There was a catch.

He wants me alone.

Oh, yeah. And I want
to lose ten pounds, pal.

Well, he sees any cops,
he's gonna disappear.

You're never gonna find him again.

So what do you suggest?

All right, I'm going in.

I don't care if
the whole damn place explodes,

nobody moves an inch
until I give the word.

Asshole.

All right, everyone, you heard him.

No one move until I give the go ahead.

We hear you loud and clear, Detective.

How are you, William?

I took the liberty to order you a drink.

I thought you might want one.

I'm here to take you down, Robert.

Since you've been in town, you've killed
two crack heads, a bunch of gangsters.

Man, I thought you were coming to help me.

That was just self-defense.

And you let the media think that
I did all the killing.

That was kind of clever of you.

Cigar?

I don't smoke anymore.

He who never met a girl
he did not try to fuck,

a drink he didn't want to drink,

a vice he didn't like,

has now given up cigars?

What in the hell happened
to you anyway, Robert?

Hey, man, I never went soft,
that's what happened to me.

I still love my country.

I still love my family,
even though they're gone.

And I'm still an honorable man.

Kimi and Patrick's death doesn't justify

this one-man crusade you've been going on.

Except for the cigars, their deaths
have nothing to do with any of this.

I know you went soft a long time ago,

but you and I took an oath,

along with every other soldier,

to defend our country against all enemies,

foreign and domestic.

So now you just kill anyone
that you decide is "evil"?

That's very noble.

There are places in this country,

places in every city,

where people can't go
without fear of being robbed,

mugged, murdered.

We don't accept that in other countries.

Why should we accept that here?

We also took an oath to protect
the Constitution.

Or have you forgotten that?

There's right and wrong.

The laws are meant to serve us,

not to serve them.

Slavery was a law,

and if it wasn't for men
like us standing up,

it might still be there.

He's here.

So, in your little world,

who chooses who's "good" and who's "bad"?

- You?
- Judges, juries,

military tribunals,

but somebody has to start somehow

trying to make a difference.
And if you've seen

what's happened to the crime
rate around here,

I'd say I'm doing something.

And who do you think you'd be serving?

Certainly not the innocent woman
and the scared little boy

hiding out with me.

Are you, of all people,
trying to lecture me on morality?

I never missed a soccer game.

I never forgot an anniversary.

I never went over the speed
limit or cheated on my taxes.

You, on the other hand,

you had a beautiful wife
and a son who loved you

more than anything in the world.

You drank, you lied,

you cheated, and you fucked
everything that moved,

foreign and domestic.

I served my country proudly and honorably.

And my wife was ripped away from my life

without any regard for her innocence.

Yours left you on her own free will

because you were such a son of a bitch.

And I'm the bad guy?

If I'm the "bad guy",
what does that make you?

The man who's going to bring
your little crusade to an end.

Detective, get in here and let's
take this son of a bitch down.

Knowing that you're such
a trustworthy individual,

I brought this little jamming device.

I'm done fucking with you.

Don't move!

No, you're not gonna shoot me.

I hope you don't think
I've gone that soft.

You're sitting on a chair that
has a bomb underneath,

kind of like the bomb that we used
to take out that Iraqi General,

the one that goes boom
when you stand up. Yeah, that one.

You shoot me, you die.

My life for yours, that
sounds like a pretty good deal.

I'll make this easy.

My finger goes off this detonator,
everybody goin' die.

Goodbye, William.

Oh, shit!

Move it, move it!

Kill him!

All of you, get out of here! Go on!

Stay down!

You've got the wrong guy!

Drop your weapon! Don't you move!

Don't do it.

You all right, Porter?

What the hell happened in here?

He was here.

He put a bomb under my chair.

If I get up, it's gonna explode.

I don't see anything.

It can't be that small.

There's no bomb here, sir.

That son of a bitch.

There's a lot of dead people in there!

I don't care whose
standards you were using,

not all the victims were bad guys.

He had a jamming device.

No transmissions were possible.

Don't go anywhere.

This guy's not gonna stop until I have
an Emmy, a Peabody, and a Pulitzer.

Let's do some reporting.

- How could this happen?
- We had only static

from the moment Agent Porter
entered the club.

He said Sikes used a jamming device.

It would have to be one hell of a jammer.

The static I heard sounded a lot more like
Agent Porter simply turned off his wire.

Porter turning off his wire?

That doesn't make any sense, Captain.

- No, no, it doesn't.
- What would you like us to do?

I would like you to get your asses
back to the station and book Romano.

And take Agent Porter with you.
And don't let him out of your sight

until I get a chance to talk to whoever the
hell his supervisor is back in Washington.

I'm gonna nail his ass
to the wall for this.

Hey, detectives, looks like
the super-vigilante struck again.

What's the body count this time?

Why don't you go chase the ambulance
and count them yourself, okay?

I only report the news, I don't make it.

Where's Agent Porter?

He's still alive.

Who? The super-vigilante?

Yeah, the "super-vigilante".

You know him, don't you?

Yeah. He's...

Colonel Robert Sikes.

He was my commanding officer
and my best friend.

Took me under his wing

when I was just a scared kid
looking to serve my country.

He knows what I'm capable of,
and what I'm not.

Oh, my God, are you all right?

Yeah, I am.

Look, you should be happy.

The police arrested
Vincent Romano tonight.

Oh, yeah, thank God.

I saw it on the news. What happened?

Robert...

He set me up to help him take
down Romano and the cartel.

That's a good thing, right?

Well, for you and Corey, it is.

Oh, he loves baseball.

He never had a glove.

This was my little boy's.

You're not gonna be safe as long
as Robert's out there.

You need to go to the police.

He still wants me dead?

My hope now lies where it always
has, in stopping Robert.

And the only way to stop him,
is to become him.

Yes.

That's her.

That's my little girl.

You said...

...this happened at Devil's Garden?

Yes, ma'am.

There was a shootout
and your daughter just...

...happened to be there.

I'm sorry for your loss, Senator.

Are you, Detective?

You just brought in a mob boss.

You'll probably get a promotion.

They're gonna be transporting
Romano downtown soon.

- Think we can still make it?
- How fast can you drive?

"Tonight, 10 p.m., the Snake Eyes Club,

you don't bring the police

and I don't bring my guns."

Neil? Neil!

This is the footage
from Romano's security system.

That's Porter talking to Sikes.

And there's Senator Richards' daughter.

Well, at least she wasn't
shot by one of ours.

And what's a senator's daughter
doing in a mobster's club anyway?

It's a hot spot. All the kids go there.

Do you know who owns all the
places you've been to, Captain?

Captain Connely.

All right.

It's time. Romano's ready.

I want this transport done
without incident.

No press, no comment, no nothing.

Once Romano's downtown, he's
the D.A.'s problem, not ours.

You got that?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Make me proud.

Well, Mr. Romano is an upstanding
citizen of this community.

All he did was try to defend himself
inside his own place of business.

He didn't kill anybody,
he didn't shoot anybody.

And I'm sure the judge
and the jury will see it that way

if this even gets to trial.

I'm sure the judge and the jury will.

Thank you for your time.

Let's go! Come on, Neil!

- Mr. Romano!
- Mr. Romano!

Mr. Romano, is there any truth
to the accusation

that the girl was killed by your
direction at the Devil's Garden?

- Mr. Romano, if you could...
- Come on, move!

Keep on walking. Move, please!

Thank you, move!

Watch your head. Nice and easy.

- Nice and steady.
- What we're witnessing now, Mr. Romano,

the crime boss who's been
accused of everything

from prostitution
to racketeering to murder,

this may be the very last time
we see him outside...

Hey, partner?

There's someone in the captain's
office to see you.

Detective Peterson,
I'm Keri Green and this is Corey.

We need your help.

As governor, my administration
will be for the creation of new jobs.

Most importantly, it will
be against crime.

The so-called "super-vigilante"
is a menace to all the good,

honest people of this city.

That is why when I am elected governor,

I'll be able to insure
that he gets the electric chair

for all the terrible acts he's committed.

Now we have one of the finest
police departments in the country,

but we must never be too proud
to ask for assistance.

This "super-vigilante"
is a plague upon our city,

and is nothing short
of a domestic terrorist.

You shouldn't have said that.

And that is why, with the help of
the Honorable Senator Richards,

I have asked the FBI to assist us

in stopping this terrorist
once and for all.

So, you never saw Colonel Sikes
at the Snake Eyes Club?

No. I never got a good look at him.

I never saw his face.

You never saw him plant a bomb
or leave a briefcase?

No, I left before any of that.

But you've been with Agent Porter since?

I went to my apartment first,
that's when Romano's men came.

They thought I knew who blew up the club.

They were gonna kill me
if I didn't tell them.

So who killed the men in your apartment
and outside your building?

William.

Agent Porter.

He's the one who saved me and my son.

Agent Porter killed them?

All except for
the guy with the broken arm.

He said Colonel Sikes killed him.

Did you happen to see
Colonel Sikes do this?

No, I had already run away.

Agent Porter definitely
killed the other six?

It was self-defense,
they were trying to kill us.

I don't doubt that, Keri.

But Agent Porter seems to have disappeared

and he didn't tell us much
of anything before he left.

Jim?

We need you outside for a moment.

Don't go anywhere.

We have some pretty big mouse traps.

What's going on?

I'm Agent Donavan. This is Agent Franks.

Sorry for the late hour, Detective,

but we're taking over
the "super-vigilante" case.

Well, the first agent you sent
did a real bang-up job.

We're the first agents here.

What about Porter?

Who's Porter?

Special Agent William Porter?

We don't know anybody by that name.

There is no
William Porter with the Bureau.

- Nothing at Customs.
- ATF is out!

CIA says he's not one of theirs.
I want a check with DIA.

I'm on right now with the Pentagon.

Yeah, good luck getting
anything out of them.

Homeland Security has access to lots
of different kinds of information.

Detective, what made you think
he was with the FBI anyway?

Well, he had a badge just like yours.

Obviously, not like mine.

Thank you. Okay, so the Army
has a Major William Porter

and a Colonel Robert Sikes, both inactive.

It'll be a bit,
but the files are on their way.

This guy knew a lot more
than he was telling you.

We gotta find him now!

Wait here, stay sharp.

Porter!

It's Peterson, open up, we need to talk.

And we're back at the scene of the crime.

Safe place for a meet?

Probably is with
the super-vigilante around.

Hey, boss, you sure you know
what you're doing?

Ratings gold.

Hello, Jerry.

I hope, for your sake, you came alone.

I did, it's just me
and my cameraman, Neil.

I actually believe that.

That surprises you.

No risk, no gain.

Man, the only thing that
surprises me is the way you lie.

I report it how I see it.

The truth is subjective.

Truth is absolute.

People are subjective.

Well then, this is your chance

to set the record straight.

You promised me an interview,
that's why I'm here.

I know exactly why you're here.

It has nothing to do with
setting the record straight.

Don't worry, son.

I know you're just
trying to follow orders.

Who are you?

I'm just a man with a plan.

What is this plan?

Oh, it's a little regime change.

And an uneventful demise
of someone like you.

I thought you said no weapons?

No, I said no guns.

This is not a gun.

Well, if you remember anything
more about this, give me a call.

Okay.

Clerk said that Porter checked
out earlier tonight.

He paid in cash.

There's a call for you,
Detective, it's Porter.

- Porter?
- The mayor is the next target.

What? Okay, you listen to me
very carefully,

we know you're not a Fed.

I'm not a lot of things,

just a man trying to atone for my sins.

You know, at some point you're
gonna have to come in, right?

I can't do that right now.

Look, one way or another,
this thing ends tonight.

The FBI is here.

Well then, you should have no
problem tracing this call.

The Jerry Simon Says show
just went off the air.

Porter?

Porter!

He said Mayor Randolph's next.

Yeah, I can hold. I've been holding...

I want units both at City Hall
and at the mayor's house!

They're already on their way.

Captain, I got that trace on
Porter's call,

it came from a pay phone
next to the Snake Eyes Club.

Good, I'll let Peterson know.

I'm sure the Feds are already on it.

Mayor's not at home. His wife
says he's working late tonight.

He's not at the office, either.

No answer on his cell phone.

Then where the hell is he?

Well, nobody's gonna beat you
in the ratings tomorrow, Jerry.

Don't be gentle, it's only evidence, guys.

I'm never gentle.

This could show
the super-vigilante in action.

Memory card is gone.

Yeah, he's known not to make things easy.

This is Donavan.

Well, he's mayor of one of the
largest cities in the country,

how hard could it be to find him?

Find out who he's screwing this
week and track him down instead.

That's a good idea.

You clean up here, Detective.

Let's get in the air.

Yeah, well, the Feds just left me here.

Tell me you got some good news.

How about this, the files just arrived.

Really? Okay, well don't keep me
in suspense, what do you got?

Not much, most is classified
or blocked out.

Colonel Robert Sikes,
missing in action, presumed dead,

wife deceased, son deceased,

and then it's a laundry list of medals.

- And that's it?
- That's it.

Porter's however, is
a little more interesting.

Major William Porter,

he was discharged soon after
Sikes went missing for,

get ready, disorderly conduct,
drinking on duty,

assaulting a fellow officer,
disobeying a direct order.

I'm not a lot of things.

Just a man trying to atone for my sins.

Marital status: divorced, one son,

no known address for either.

Too bad these guys weren't switched.

If it was Sikes who had come to
help us catch Porter,

this would have been over the first day.

Smoking cigars now,
and I thought he was perfect.

His wife and little boy,
safe here at home,

killed in a drive-by shooting.

That's Porter talking to Sikes.

The static I heard sounded a lot more like
Agent Porter simply turned off his wire.

And why would he do that?

So, you never saw Colonel Sikes
at the Snake Eyes Club?

No, I never got a good look at him.

You never saw him plant a bomb
or leave a briefcase?

No, I left before any of that.

Agent Porter killed them.

He's using this rooftop
as a staging ground.

His skills at
hand-to-hand combat, weapons,

firearms, and explosives is unmatched.

Who are you?

I am your super-vigilante.

We've been after the wrong guy.

What?

Porter is Sikes.

Tell me you have something.

The mayor's aide, Tanya Jones,

apparently she used
her credit card earlier tonight

to rent a room downtown.

The Feds are on their way.

Send everyone! This is it!

Send everyone!

You never remembered
to look behind you, either.

What took you, man?

I've been waiting up here all this time.

I was starting to get kind of lonely, man.

I was waiting for you.

Thanks to you,
I'm kind of ahead of schedule.

You helped me with the cartels,
I really appreciate that.

One way or another, we end this tonight.

Somehow everybody's thinking
that you're me, and I'm you.

Well, that is unfortunate.

That was a nice touch, man.
That's some cool shit.

You never answered my question.

I'll ask you again.

If you thought you could save the world,

but nobody would know it and you might
have to give your life in doing it,

would you do it?

My life?

Yeah, sure.

Everyone else's, no.

Well, I'm done.

Come on, my man.

Major William Porter, this is the FBI,
stay where you are, or we'll open fire.

Take him.

Okay, listen up, let's get these
people out of here.

It's gonna get ugly, go, go!

Your family hates you,

your country's done with you,

the police are looking for you,

but I'm gonna have to kill you first.

Come and get it.

Dog tags found on the body said
his name was Robert Sikes.

Detective Peterson was right,
there was no William Porter.

I'll let the military figure that one out.

I don't care if his name
was Porter or Sikes,

all I know is the super-vigilante
is dead, case closed.

Sounds good to me.

- Is that him?
- Let's get him out of here.

What's left of him.

Did you find anyone else?

I don't think there ever was anyone else.

The man you know as William Porter
is our super-vigilante and that's him.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Detective.

I wouldn't lose too much sleep
over this guy.

He was a killer... not a savior.

William Porter saved me and my son.

You don't believe me, do you?

About what?

That Porter and Sikes
were the same person.

You still think there were two of them,
even though we only found the one body.

I believe you got the bad guy.
What more do you want?

Hey.

- Take care of him.
- I will.

Where did you get that?

Your friend just gave it to me.

Can I keep it?

He said I had to ask you.

Yes, you can keep it.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.