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I spent the night,
John.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[kiss]

You should come
back tonight.

Yeah, we'll see.

How do we tackle
the drug problem, sir?

Well, as you know,

the drug problem
has risen
in our city

in the last few years.

It coincides
with our growing
crime rate

and rising
unemployment.

As a matter of fact,
in the last year,

unemployment rose
15.3 per cent

to a total
of 24.3 per cent.

Many of the people
who are working

can't make enough to stay
above the poverty line.

Now this situation
cannot continue.

Sir, do you have
a game plan,
Mr. Mayor?

(mayor)
I was hoping
you'd have some ideas
about that, Bob.

How's Vice Mayor
Archer doing?

Well, I regret
to say that, um,

she's not doing
too well.

But she's a fighter
like the rest of us
in this city.

In the meantime,
we're working on
several issues

here at once,

you know,
to get the city
back on its feet.

We have
to save our industry
to save our jobs.

Building a hope
for tomorrow
in my view,

you know,
is a beginning to lower
the crime rate today.

And what exactly are you
going to do to get us
to that future, Mr. Mayor?

Well, for starters,
the big three, investing
in fuel cell development,

as well as more efficient
biodiesel technology.

Green is the future.

And we will be
in the forefront

of the green
technology movement.

Yeah, we've all heard
the grand plan before.

When does
actual work begin?

[murmurs]

The state
and the city

have received a combined
1.3 billion dollars

in incentive grants
from the federal government
to get the ball rolling.

So we hope
to be making
some announcements

about job creation
very soon.

Can you tell us
what else is on
the agenda, sir?

Well, we're
looking at new
and innovative ways

to provide
affordable public
housing in the inner city.

The only problem
is Chief Durant sometimes
brings the wrong element in.

And with it there are past
rap sheets, drugs,
illegal weapons.

So, Mr. Mayor,
what is the city
going to do

about the crime rate?

Bob, good question.

People turn to drugs
to get away from a life
that offers them no hope.

Can we really blame
them for a government
--I'm included--

that has failed them?
Well--

it seems like
the drug problem

is a great place
to start.

We beef up
ur task force,

start offering jobs
and education

and training
in law enforcement.

I believe progress
will be made.

[whispering]
(woman)
Mr. Mayor!

Thank you all very much.

That's it
for this afternoon.

Our mayor needs to get
back to work saving
our city.

The primaries are coming up
and I want you to get
the word out about voting.

Vote, vote,
vote for me.

Okay? Thank you
for coming today.
[loud hubbub]

How'd I do?

Perfect as usual, sir.

A little more conviction
but otherwise,
a perfect sale.

That bad, huh?

You did fine, sir.
Really.

You're a lousy liar.

But I'll buy you
lunch anyway.

[sighs]

(man)
You're late.

Sorry, sir.
There were two
accidents on the way over

and I tried to--
Stop.

Stand at attention.

You get a pass this time.
Don't let it happen again.

No, sir.
Yes, sir.
Maybe I--for--wh--.

The mayor is
in his office
working late tonight.

Keep your eye on him,
but don't bother
the guy.

Yes, sir.
Mmm?

So this
is the war room.

It's where you spend
most of your time.

Over here, it's where
you watch everything from.

Now, aside from punks
wanting to spray-paint
a wall

or one of the bums
wanting to use
the bathroom,

it's pretty quiet
around here most
of the time.

Over here--

(captain)
Here?
I'm sorry, Captain.

Now this is
for emergencies only.

Do you know how
to handle a weapon?

Yes, sir.

I've been an owner
since I was ten.

S--sir.

Since you were ten.

Great.
Follow me.

The code is one-zero

[beeping]

one-zero.

That sets the alarm
with a one minute delay.

Now, once I'm gone,
the only people
left in this building

are you
and the mayor.

Anyone tries to get in,

this baby's going
to let you know
about it.

Now, take a walk
around the building,

know the layout,

make yourself comfortable.

I'll be
back first thing
in the morning.

Try not to burn
the place down.

[crashing thunder]

[mimicking]
Breaker nine, breaker nine,
we got--

Ooh, damn it.

[static hissing]

[sigh]

Great.

[peal of thunder]

[exasperated sigh]

[alarm sounds]
Oh, shit.

What?

No, damn it.

One, zero,
one, zero.

Come on, come on.

One, zero,
one, zero.

[alarm stops]

Come on, butterfingers.

Yes, yes.

No, no, no.

What am I doing?

[grunt]

[heavy breathing]

[shouting]
Hold it right there!

Oh. I'm sorry,
Mr. Mayor, sir.

You might
want to lower
that thing

before someone
gets hurt.

Oh, yeah.
Sorry.

It's not
even loaded.

Then what
good is it?

Who are you?

I'm the new
night watchman.

Oh.

What was
with the alarm?

I--I don't know,
sir.

[sigh]
Must be
the damn storm, huh?

Well, I might as well
call it a night.

It's going to be hours
before they can restore power.

[chuckles]
What is it?

[gunshot]

[loud thud]

[ahhh ahhh]

[muffled gunshot]

[loud thud]

[two gunshots]

[soft music playing]

How come you never ask
for any of the other girls?

Mm. Creature of habit.
I guess.

And I like you.

[laughing]
Oh, really.

[breathes in deeply]
Don't make me
say it twice.

[chuckles]

Mmm.

Mr. Tough Guy.

I never said
I was tough.

Mmm.

Well, you look
pretty tough to me.

Mmm.

Well, I'll take
your word for it.

Mmm.

I got to go.

[disappointed]
Oh.

Why don't you stay?

Okay.

But only until
you fall asleep.

Son of a bitch.

City Hall Security.

[coughing]

[sniff]

[cough]

Finally, old enough to drink.

Cheers.

No, really?

You guys remembered?
Aw, you're sweet.

You guys are sweet.

I don't care what
pictures you took
last night.

No Facebook
postings, okay?

(female anchor on TV)
This just in.

Mayor Stanwood
has been shot

in an apparent assassination
attempt at City Hall.

Preliminary reports indicate
that the wounds were fatal.

We will bring you
further details

as they continue
to come in.

Hi.
Agent Driver.

Thanks.

Hey. Chief
wants to see you.

Any idea
what it's about?

Nah. He didn't say.
Just said "now."

This type of hit
does not happen
in our city.

This never happened
on my watch.

What do you think?

Political?
Mob-related?

I know the mayor
was shot, sir.

Hopefully once
I start investigating,

I'll be able to give
you more details.

What do you think?
What's going on?

DC's sending
someone in
with you on this.

I work with Pearson.
What happened to him?

Not this time, John.

Here you go.

Yeah.

(woman)
Oh, hold the elevator.

Yeah.

Thanks.
Mm-hm.

Must be
pretty important.

I'm just
checking messages.

Yeah.

Reception in here
is horrible.

Walls are
too thick.

New here?

Um, temporarily.

I'm on special
assignment from D.C.
Mm.

Only special assignment
worth anything
in this town

has to do
with the death
of the mayor.

I can't really discuss--
Discuss the case, yeah.
I get it.

[clears throat]

I'm--
[clear throat]

I'm Jude Brown,
by the way.

Mila Driver.
Nice to meet you.

[elevator dings]
You, too.

I'll see you around.

Uh--

Harvey's at the end
of the hall.

Oh, thanks.

[knocking]

(Harvey)
Agent Driver.
Have a seat.

Good morning, gentlemen.

(Harvey)
This is Special Agent,
John Archer.

(Harvey)
You and Agent Archer
will be working together.

(Archer)
Any particular reason
you paired me

with someone from DC
and not Pearson?

Agent Driver
is one of DC's
finest analysts.

I'm sure she'll be
an asset to the team.

Right.

You're driving.

He grows on you.

I don't plan on being
here long enough
for that to happen, sir.

So what made you
want to get involved
with the Bureau?

Sure don't get
many attractive women
in this line of work.

I'm an M.D.
with a specialization
in criminal psychiatry.

I have a master's degree
in forensic science.

I was top of my class
in med school but, uh,

private practice
never really appealed to me.
Screen.

So I, uh,
was approached
by the Agency,

took the offer
and headed
for the Academy.

Weren't you, uh,
top of the class
there, too?

You got my file,
you tell me.

So what about
your weapon?

You ever fire it
in the line
of duty?

I qualified
as an expert marksman.

[chuckles]

I'll take that
as a no.

[Archer sighs]

Neil Roberts,
21 years old.

Jesus Christ.

Probably his
first real job, huh?

Tell me. Has anybody
else been in here?

No, I secured the area
before I called the PD.

Do me a favor.
Let's try and keep
it that way.

We don't want anybody else
to contaminate
the crime scene.

(Archer)
Where you going?

Hey.

What have
you got?

The shooter's position.

I think you
might be right.

Yeah. It's where
he rested the rifle.

This guy
was a pro.

No shell casings.
Took his brass
with him.

Two shots rapid
succession in the dark.

It's not your
average street thug,
I'll tell you that much.

I'm going to check
the security cameras.

Why don't you go up
to the mayor's office,
see what you find?

Everything is fine
for the first hour.

Then, this.

My guess is the storm
took the system out.

That's pretty convenient,
don't you think?

Not a single camera
rolling, two vics
were killed?

No.
Power goes out.
Camera goes out.

What about
the traffic cameras?
Anybody check those?

Not yet.
Okay, well
get on that.

If you find something,
contact me ASAP.

You find anything?

Who's this?

Ah, that's James Durant.

Mayor's Chief of Staff,
his right hand man,

his go to pretty much
for everything.

Any reason
why he'd want
his boss dead?

None that
I could imagine.

It's not going to hurt
to ask him a few
questions though.

I say we go
through procedure.

I'll start by running
a background check

on any military
in the area.

All right.

I'll do
a search for anybody

with a background
in security, too.

This system was breached
far too easily.

Yeah.

Okay.

Morning, Grace.

Mom?
How are
you feeling?

I always feel better
when I see my boy.

Now, how do you
really feel?

[chuckles]

Well, there are good
days and bad days.

This just isn't
one of the good days.

I'm sure tomorrow
is going to be better.

You need to find
out who killed Stan.

And you need to find
out why.

I'm way ahead of you,
trust me.

Good.

So why don't you tell
me about that new
partner of yours?

What's she like?

I don't even know
how you know this.

I have my sources.

I'm sure you do.

[chuckles]

There's, there's nothing
to say. Really.
That's too bad.

There's not.
Okay, Mom.

All right,
I got to go.

Try and get
some sleep,
all right?

John?

Be careful
on this one.

I'm always
careful, Mom.

I love you.

I love you.

Try and get
some sleep.

Okay.

Let's see
what we got.

Come on, baby.
Daddy needs
an A.

[phone rings]

[beeps]

Hello?

Hey, man.
Yeah.

Uh, not much.
Just downloading
some stuff

from outside City Hall
for my time lapse project.

Uhhh, yeah, okay.
One beer, but that's it.

Okay, maybe two.

Yeah. Okay, I'm going
to leave in a minute.

I'll see you soon.

Okay. Bye.

Son of a--

Come on.
Show me your face,
show me your face.

[cell phone rings]

Yeah, it's Archer.

Hello?

Hello?

What the hell
are you still
doing here?

I could ask you
the same thing.

Come on.

You work too hard.

Let's go get a beer.
Take the edge off.

I'm going to stick
around here.

Run through this one
more time.

Just see if there's
something I missed.

Beer?
Security tapes?

[tsk]
Beer wins
this one, boss.

Well, you enjoy yourself.

[music]

Hey, Tommy.

Can I grab two beers

and a shot
of Jamey, please?

Finally gave it
up, huh?

Yeah.
Yeah, I just
needed a break.

So, uh,

what's your new
partner doing?

Oh, Christ.

Well, the jury's still out,
but she's not my partner.

Looks like you
lost your beer, though.

Cheers.

[bottles clinking]

How you doing?

Uh, no thanks.

[laughing]

Okay.

You always
this pleasant?

Hm? Oh. Yeah.
Pleasant. Mm-hm.

Wow.
We're going to have
a lot in common.

So what have you
got there?

Uncover anything new?

Um, I'm running a background
analysis on Durant.

I'm checking to see if there
are any unusual patterns
in his recent behavior.

We should bring him
in and ask him
some questions.

Is that how you run
things around here?

Just bring them in,
rough them up
a little bit?

See what happens?

Well, that's how
we start.

We bring them in,
we sit them down,

ask them some questions.
See if any red flags
pop up.

You know, since we're here
working together,

I say we collaborate
on our approach.

I think that's
a good idea.

Welcome aboard.

(Mila)
Did you find anything
on the surveillance tapes?

No, that's all useless.

This whole thing
reeks of a cover-up.

Don't buy the electrical
storm theory, huh?

Not for a second.

Bullets fired from a gun
killed this good man,

girls and boys.
[scoffing]

That's my theory, John.
And I'm sticking to it.

Now, the bullet
entered the front
of his head here.

You can tell
from the relatively
small entrance wound.

The larger
hole is closer
to 13 centimeters.

That's basically
a damn big
exit wound.

We found, uh, these

near the body,
some several feet away.

Caliber of weapon?

Ah. You're in luck.

Fragments
of a .30-06
bang-bang.

And that's not all.

From a different caliber.

Now how
do you suppose
those got there?

So we got
two weapons.

Which introduces
the possibility
of two shooters.

It's very plausible.

These are from
a much smaller weapon.

Yeah.
Probably a .22.

A professional's
weapon of choice.

Yeah. It makes sense
in a twisted sort
of way.

The first shot
killed him instantly,

the second shot
was for insurance.

The third shot
was just--

an entertainment.

The primaries are coming up
and the mayor's suddenly
killed [bleep].

There's two candidates
that could possibly
benefit from that.

I'd say
that's a good
place to start.

Yeah.

[groan]

[computer beeping]

Oh, shit.
I shouldn't
have done that.

[beeping]

No.

No, no.

[rapid clicking
on keyboard]

Jessie, Jessie.
It's Alex.

I have an emergency.
A big one.

Yeah, I'm coming over.

No, no, today.

Please, Jessie.
Please, please, please.

Okay. Thank you.
Thank you.
I'll owe you.

No. I'll, I'll pay you.
I can pay you.

I'm going to have to run
a complete diagnostic
check, Alex.

How long is that
going to take?

I'm pretty backed up
but once I figure out
what's wrong with it,

within a couple
of hours.
Okay, so, today?

Maybe.
It has
to be today.

I'll do my best.

Okay, look.
You don't understand.

I needed this,
like, yesterday.

I have a project due
in a couple of days.

Come on, Jessie.
I've been coming
to you forever.

I'll do what I can.

Get out
so I can work.

So...tonight?

Get out.

Thank you.

(man on tape)
With the jobless
and crime rates

at an all-time high,

this city needs someone
who can deliver results.

So, if you want results,

and you're tired
of broken promises,

then vote Lee Rudman.
You'll be glad you did.

I'm Lee Rudman.
And I approved
this message

As all of you know,

during Mayor Stanwood's
administration,

I became his most
trusted assistant.

More than that,
he became a father to me.

The father I never had.

Now, he didn't want
a lot

of lavish expenses
going into his funeral.
He...

even in his death
had the best interest

of the people he served
in the forefront
of his mind.

I think now
is a good time...

to take a moment and say
your final goodbyes.

Well, we'll give
this guy a day.

Tomorrow we pay
him a visit.

(Mayor, off)
I trust you, James.

(James)
Thank you, sir.

[chuckles]
You're welcome.

Sometimes more
than the other people
that I work with.

I'm sick, James.

And... I need to keep
my condition secret.

Well, what do
you mean sick?

We can get
you treatments,
specialists--

I've already gone
through all of that.

There's nothing else
that can be done.

I can delay the process

but there's nothing else
I can do.

So, uh--

I don't want
to alarm anyone.

That's why
I want you and--we,
to keep this under wraps.

We could figure out a way
for you to get me
my medication

without anybody
finding out.

Yes, sir.

I need to talk to you
about how I want you

to handle things
after I'm gone.

[sigh]

[knocking at door]

It's open.

Your assistant
said you wanted
to see me.

I came as soon
as I could.

Have a seat.

How are you
holding up?

Yeah, I know.

Sam was
a good man.

Even though we were
political opponents,

he still treated me
with respect.

Every bad thing he ever said
about you had to do
with your golf game.

That sounds
like Stan.

How's your wife doing?
I know they were
old friends.

Well, you can imagine.

They worked together
on quite a few
city projects.

That's actually
how I got bitten
by the bug.

Give her my best.

I will.

So what's
on your mind?

A job.

A job?
For me or you?

For me.
Working for you.

I already have
a bunch of interns.

With Stan gone,
it's only a matter
of time

before I'm handed
my walking papers.

You and I both know
the vice mayor is
not well enough

to continue her duties.

Those duties most certainly
will not be coming my way.

What exactly are
you looking for?

Make me your
campaign manager.

I already got
one of those.

He's the best
in the business.

I know,
and I respect
what he does

but he's won't
get you where
you need to be.

You want to elaborate
on that?

I have certain information
that he is unaware of.

What kind
of information?

Certain information
about your opponent,
Michael Conway.

Information that if leaked
through the proper channels
at the proper times,

could derail
his entire campaign
while bolstering yours.

I can get you
that throne
you're looking for.

If you're referring
to the city funds

he used to bump
his own staff's payrates,

then you're
three steps behind.

You're getting your news
from cave paintings,
it's coming to you so slow.

It's much bigger
than kicking a staff
a few extra bucks.

How big?

Guarantee me
a position
on your staff

as campaign manager

and you get to know
what. Until then--

you're just going
to have to lose
sleep over it.

And what if I say no?

I'll just start combing
the classifieds.

I think JC Penney's hiring.
Maybe I'll get a job there.

I'm sorry.

You'll have to do better
than some vague secret

in order for me
to think about hiring you.

Freeman's a smart guy.

He wouldn't miss
something as big

as what
you're talking about.

You're sure
about that?

Sure enough to know
I'm not going to let
him go

without seeing a few
more bullet points
on your resume.

How's your
campaign financing?

I'm all good there.

I got more support
than you might even
be aware of.

What if I could triple
that support?

Does that pique
your interest?

Triple it?

Yeah.
I'm interested.

Okay.

What I'm about to tell
you does not leave
this room.

Sounds exciting.

It is.

Look, you're not trying
to get me into hot water?

If I was
trying to get
you into hot water,

you'd know it by now.

All right,
fair enough.

Fire away.

During my time
with Mr. Wood,

not all the funds
coming into the city

were, let's
just say...clean.

This includes payouts,

financing for
various programs,

and of course,
campaign funds

for the mayor's
re-election campaign.

Gangsters pulling
strings from behind
the curtains.

This isn't news.

Even John Q. Taxpayer
isn't stupid enough
to believe

everything he hears
from the media.

Mobs have been involved
in everything.

This isn't exactly mob.
It's more of a fraternity.

Fraternity? Is that
what you call the hoods
that you grew up with?

No, them
I call friends.

This is childhood,
and yes,

those are
the people
I grew up with.

They're the same people

who are going
to add some very
working-class appeal

to your very
blue-blooded campaign.

And yes,
some of them
can also provide

a lower-level liaison
to this fraternity.

Even though Stan tried
to keep me clear
for the most part,

he did provide me
with some information.

What kind of information?

The kind of information
that brings you political
favors and financing

in exchange
for keeping
your mouth shut.

If you're talking
mob money, you can
stop right now.

I'll stop
whenever you
want me to stop.

But you
and I both know
campaigns like this

are won and lost
in the trenches.

And it's dirty.

You need somebody
who's willing to be
a little bit muddy,

so you don't have to.

Freeman's not that guy.

All right, look.
I need a night
to think about it.

I have a meeting
with some high
level people.

Come by my place
tomorrow at 9 AM.

Bring your resume.

I'll be there.

[street sounds]

Right on time.
I like that.

I can't tell you
how many times

people show up late
for meetings.

It drives me nuts.
I bet.

What's this?
My resume.

You know
I was joking,
don't you?

Not all of us
are stiffs.

Some of us do
have a sense
of humor.

[chuckles]

Coffee?
Please.

Cream?
Sugar?

Black, please.

It's a hell of a place
you have here.

Thanks.

I designed it myself.
Every square inch.

I even planned out
where every piece
of furniture should go.

You're an architect?

Anal retentive,
I think, is the term.

But yeah,
that's what I went
to school for.

I really loved it.

I used
to reverse engineer
old buildings

to see if I could improve
them, make them better.

Such as the pyramids,
for example.

But I usually couldn't.

What made you
change gears?

Architecture and politics
are not exactly
in the same ball park.

I know it's--
this is going
to sound corny

but I thought there was
a lot more that I could do

for this city in politics
than I could with my drawings.

There was a lot
of impoverished areas
where I got my first gigs

that weren't getting
the kind of funding

that I thought
they should have.

So, as an architect,

no one's going
to listen to me.

I can't do
much with that.

But with a shirt and a tie
and a campaign billboard

suddenly everybody's listening.

Yeah.

I got to say
I didn't picture you

as a knight
in shining armor type.

A lot of us in politics
are here for much less
noble reasons.

Well, that office
isn't mine yet

so don't be handing me
the trophy till the race
is over.

Have you thought
about my offer?

I did.
I did.

And I couldn't stop
thinking about that secret
fraternity you mentioned.

I can't believe
Stan was connected
to these guys.

It doesn't sound like
the everyday mob.

What else can you say
about them?

I can tell you
they're powerful enough

to keep anybody
from knowing
too much about them.

The details I know
I picked up from Stan.

Um, the "Annuit coeptis"
doubles as their motto.

It means
"God has favored us."

Sounds arrogant already.
My kind of people.

Apparently they're
all over the country.

They're in every walk
of life.

Some are rich,
some are poor,
they're everywhere

and aside from
the ritualistic practices,

their objectives
have never been
that clear.

But some of the more
elite factions

have helped advance society
in mathematics and science.

Even turning the tide
on some wars.

But for which side,
I couldn't tell you.

I suppose part of being
a secret fraternity

is keeping it secret.

Did they ever ask
you to join?

My contact
with the fraternity

has been primarily
through foot soldiers,

guys I knew
growing up.

The more elite
members know

that I'm not interested
in serious membership.

And I'm happy to have
my limited access.

I don't need
the secret clubhouse
decoder ring.

Sounds like a cult
to me.

I don't think
I want to go
down that road.

I understand
your trepidation.

Moving on though,

you said you had
some information
on Conway

that could help us
win this thing.

Us?

Us.

Freeman's out?

Early this morning,
yeah.

Poor sap.

Look, I need a victory.

And I believe
that you're the one
that can do it for me.

Whatever it takes
as long as it's legal.

Of course.

You're my campaign manager.

When we win this thing,
if we win this thing,

you'll be
my chief assistant.

You won't regret this.

Yeah.
I'd better not.

So, what's
the big story, kid?

[sigh]

Conway's cheating
on his wife.

[chuckles]

Who's the girl?

Her name is Crystal.

She works at a couple
of the nightclubs
in the city.

Hm. And you
know this how?

She told me.

And I had her take
a couple of her
own photographs

to make sure
Conway can't
deny any of it.

Oh! This is good!

I told you.
[china clinking]

We got the payoff,
we got the scandal,
we got 'em dead to rights.

This is over,
this is ours.

Almost.
The back channels
I told you about,

well, they're
a two-way street.

Conway and his cronies
are just starting
to figure that out.

What are you
talking about?

They know about
Paula Belmont.

What?
It hasn't gotten out
and it won't

because we're going to stay
five steps ahead of it.

Who else knows
about this?

Until tomorrow morning,
just Conway's team.
Tomorrow morning?

We're going to issue
a statement

about this love affair
before Conway can.

That way we can spin
it the way we want
to spin it.

Are you crazy?
Are you nuts?

This is the only way.

We break it,

we issue
an explanation,

we give a big
dramatic speech

in the wake
of Conway's disgrace,

the public
will forgive us

without even issuing
an apology.

I didn't mean
to hurt her.

We had a heated exchange.
It got...

out of hand. It's--
I know.
I get it.

It was an accident.

But you don't have
to sell it to me.

I'm not the one
who's buying.

Has she gone
to the media yet?

Not yet.
I can make
sure she doesn't

till we have this
under control.

[sigh]

I should never
have touched her.

I don't know
what the hell
I was thinking.

God.
It's done.

You can't change
anything about it now.

What we can do is
make the public
see it

the way
we want them
to see it.

My wife
doesn't even
know about it.

You don't want
your dirty laundry

aired in front
of the whole city?

Go sell
used cars.

[sigh]

All right.

Get to work.

(female anchor on TV)
Wait till you hear
what we've got

in store for you tonight.

We lead off with candidate
to mayor, Michael Conway,

and a story straight
out of film noire
dime novels.

Looks like your secret
is out, Mr. Conway.

A dancer
at a local nightclub

who goes
by the stage name Crystal,

has come forth
with some shocking
news, gang.

Are you ready for this?

Let's hear it.

Michael Conway,
the very married
Michael Conway,

has been caught
in the type of scandal

that opponents
can only dream of

so close
to voting day.

Apparently this Crystal
and Conway

have been
sleeping around
for months now.

Can you believe it?

You don't say.

It's going to be
a late one.

What do you feel like?
Chinese or Italian?

Buyer's choice.

Who says
I'm buying?

Your campaign manager.

You have
that speech ready?

Just finished.

Let's hear it.

[clears throat]

[sigh]

"Friends and neighbors.

"Over the course
of the next few months

"we're going to be spending
a lot of time getting
to know one another.

"And I'm going to do
my best to figure out

"what it is exactly
you want and need.

"And you're going to do
your best to figure
out who I am

"and what I stand for.

"That process will be
a whole lot easier

"if we're honest
with each other

"so let me take
this opportunity
to be honest with you.

"During the coming campaign,
my opponent,
Mike Conway,

"is going to try to tell you
all about what a horrible
person I am,

"how many mistakes
I've made.

"He's going to describe
all of my faults
in vivid detail

"in an attempt to make you
hate me more than you
already hate him.

"Well, I'm here
to tell you
the truth

"and the truth is...
I do have faults.

"And I have made mistakes.

"And I'm glad.

"Because without mistakes,

"mankind never invents
the wheel or the airplane.

"I'm not perfect.

"And I don't want to be.

"All I want is
for you to trust
me when I tell you

"I have what it takes
to be your next leader.

"I want you to trust me
when I tell you

"that Michael Conway
is lying.

"And I want you to trust me
when I tell you

"that a vote for Lee Rudman

is a vote for the future
of this city."

So you think
that'll work, huh?

I think it'll convince
the people that you're
worthy of forgiveness.

You mean forgiveness
for the issue of Paula.

Forgiveness for anything.

This is about character.

This is about being real,
being fallible,

being forgivable
under any circumstance.

No one
forgives anyone else
unless they want to.

We're going to make
them want to.

[chuckles]

All right.
So what's next?

Strategy. Every conquering
hero needs one.

So we discredit
Conway first.

We won't have to.

Not after
this affair breaks.

He's going to destroy
himself from the inside out.

What we need to do
is stick to the issues,

stick to the platform.

Conway is
as good as gone.

They're all going to be
as good as gone.

You'll be
the last man standing.

All right.
What are
the first issues?

Health care.

You mentioned some
of the impoverished people

in the neighborhoods
you worked.

I grew up
with some
of those people

and I can tell
you firsthand

what's most important
to them is

affordable health care
for the poor and elderly.

Wait a minute.
The city has a pretty
good health care system

right now in place.

It's not good enough
and the voters know that.

I'm telling you,
we hit a home run

leading off
with this issue.

All right.
What's next?

Education.

Empowering citizens
to pull themselves

out of their own
dire circumstances.

We create new schools,
new after-school programs,
new teachers.

We reel in
the working class vote

in a city that is
very working-class.

All right, well,

with budgets, education
always gets the raw deal.

Right?
Everyone knows this.

So you now
attempt to change that.

And the voters
will believe you

because they want
to believe.

This is all
about who you are

leading up to voting day.

The day after, you can be
whoever you want.

If we're not able to carry
through all promises

we made leading
up to the election,

it won't be the first time.

It won't be the last.

All right.
What about security?

This city needs
to be cleaned up.

I built a whole campaign
on this.

I've made
a lot of promises.

I'm sure
my old friends won't
appreciate hearing that

but I'm with you.

So how do we turn
this whole thing around?

We assign special task forces
to very specific areas
of crime.

We create our own DEA,
our own ATF.

We'll send
the bad guys running.

What kind of numbers
are we talking about?

Ballpark?
1500 new men,

uh, translates
to about 16 mill
a year in salaries.

That doesn't include
transportation, weapons.

So realistically,
this isn't very
possible, is it?

Realistically?
No.

But campaigns aren't won
on realistically.

They're won
on hypothetically.

What if we could create
the greatest police force
this city has ever seen?

What if we could cut
crime in half?

These are the questions
we want our voters
to be asking

as they step
into the booth.

Not how we'll
pay for it.

What if I get elected?

When.
When you get elected.

When I get elected.

[sigh]

Put 500 new
uniformed cops
on the street

we throw some new
toys at them,

it's enough to make
people think

you weren't just blowing
smoke up their asses.

So you believe that will
be enough to satisfy them?

It'll have to.

Let's get the ball rolling
with this first.

Mm-hm.

First let's get elected.

Did you order
that Chinese yet?

What's the number?

(James)
I need you to run
with this story tomorrow.

I needed you to run
with it yesterday.

Yes! Yes.
I'm calling it a favor

and I know it means
I'm on the hook

for a bigger favor
down the road.

This speech goes on
at 10 A.M. sharp

so I need you to run
with the story tonight

so people can see it
with their morning
newspaper and coffee.

Okay.
Good.

What are they running?

More women
have come out
about Conway.

Guy's a regular
Tiger Woods.

The more
I find out about him,

the less
I want to know though.

You're doing
a hell of a job, James.

You're a good man.

I don't know
if I'd go that far.

[laughter]

I'm going to call
it a night.

I have
a big day tomorrow.

Good night.

[birds chirping]

[car engine starts]

A toast to our
fallen mayor,
Stan Wood.

Salud.

A good man.

(Archer)
Are you ready
for this?

Yep.

I know you've never
done it before,

but feel free
to pull your gun
if the need arises.

Yeah.
Very funny.

[sighs]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey.

Take it easy.
Have a seat.
Please. Now!

Have a seat.
Thank you.

Look, I just need
to have a quick word
with you.

These guys haven't
been nice to me.

Give us a minute.

(Archer)
I appreciate that.

Look, uh--

I hope
you understand,
it's just protocol.

I got to-- I got to ask
you some questions.

Anyway, because of your
indepth relationship
with the mayor,

unfortunately, that just
makes you a prime suspect.

Do you know
what that man
meant to me?

He pulled me
out of this neighborhood.

Gave me an opportunity
to do something
with my life.

He mentored me.
That man was like
a father to me.

Right.

Nobody stood to gain
more than me

from him
being in office.

What you're saying
doesn't make
any sense.

That may very well
be the case.

You got to understand.
This is due diligence here.

Would you happen,
to be able to

alibi where you
were that night?

I was, uh,

I was at Sahara's.
I think you know
the place.

I do.
Yeah.
Yeah, you know.

How's our friend
Crystal doing,
by the way?

She's still good.

Last time
I spoke to her.
She's all good.

See, Mr. Archer,
I know more about you
than you know about me.

Which worries me.
I tell you it does.

It tells me
you've been doing
your homework.

I just don't know
why an innocent
man would.

Anyway, look.

If you think of anything,

that can help
us out, if you want
to tell me anything,

I'd appreciate it if you
could give me a call.

All right?
Good talking to you.

Please sit down.
We'll find
our way out.

For someone
who just lost
a father figure,

he didn't seem
very distraught.

Yeah, same thought
crossed my mind.

We got to keep our eye
on this clown.

Yeah.

[loud thud]

[gunshot]
[grunt]

[phone ringing]
[shower running]

Come on, Mila.
Pick up.

Come on.

Hey, it's me.

Call me back
as soon as you
get this.

And watch yourself.

[grunting]

[slap]

[punch]
[grunt]

[soft keypad clicking]

[cell phone ringing]

[groan]

Come on, Mila.
Answer the phone.

Answer the phone.
Answer the phone.

Hello?

Hey, it's Archer.
Are you all right?

Yeah.
Yeah, I'm okay.

A couple of guys
attacked me when I got back.

I'll be right there.

Stay put.
I'll be right there.

[beep]

Ah.

I guess
this was a warning.

Yeah. They paid
me a visit as well.

This is part of the job
if you're not aware
of it.

Thanks for coming.

Of course.

We'll talk tomorrow,
all right?

Keep the ice on it.

Make sure
the swelling
goes down.

Can you stay?

I'm--I'd just rather
not be alone tonight.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Sleep well.

Thanks.

[moan]

Hey.
How's it looking?

Just about done.

Okay. Let's take it
for a test drive.

Yes, sweet.

Thank you
so much, Jessie.

It looks like I'm
going to make
my deadline.

It's pretty
cool, right?

Wait.

Go back
a few seconds.

Stop.

Scroll back
just a little.

Is that
what I
think it is?

You are about
to be famous.

No.

I'm about
to be dead.

(Mila)
Yeah.
We're on our way.

We got
another body.

Beautiful.
Let's go.

(man)
Another corpse.

Courtesy of our marksman.

Guess we could scratch
Rudman off the suspect list.

Neighbors found him.

I can't say
for sure without
a ballistics report

but I'd lay odds
that it's the same weapon
that killed our mayor.

Right. Well, we'll
get the .30-06

over to ballistics
and see if we get
a match.

Yeah.
Hm.

What are the slugs
from the mayor's chest?
You pull them?

Twenty-two.
All right.

I'll stick it
in the computer.
See if we get a hit.

Thank you.

No. I don't want
to get killed by
some sniper. Okay?

Did you see
the news?

Someone took out
Lee Rudman.

Dude wasn't
even elected yet.

He was just running.

So you're
withholding evidence.

Oh, come on.

Even if you weren't,

you have something
that they might
be able to use

to ID the killer.

[sigh]
Yeah. Yeah.
Maybe you're right.

I just don't want
to end up dead.

You're such a wimp.
Come on.

We'll go together.

My cousin's boyfriend
is some kind of agent.

(Jessie, off)
It's all very hush-hush

but everybody
in the family
knows about it.

Hey, I got
something for you.

An Andy Holzman
purchased a Remington 700.

That rifle is fully capable
of firing that slug.

And, as luck would have it,
he's also ex Marine
military sniper.

All right.
You got an address?

I'm working on it.

(Archer on phone)
Okay, well,
work faster.

Look, it's going
to take some time.

Look, I really need you
to prioritize this
for me.

Hm.
Of course.

I think I might
have something here.

[bar chatter]

Howdy, stranger.

What are you
doing here?

Shouldn't you
get some sleep?

Yeah, I couldn't sleep.

I keep thinking about
that second shooter.

Yeah. Well, you want
to think about him
over a drink?

I sure do.

Tommy.
Get her something.

I'll have whatever
he's having.

What floor?

Really?

Yeah.
Really.

What floor?

Six.

Andrew Holzman?

Yeah.

Agent Archer.
This is Agent Driver.

We'd like
to ask you
a few questions.

You guys are here
about the assassinations.

Just like to ask
you a couple of questions
if you've got a minute.

All right.

(Holzman)
I guess it was
just something

I was born to do.

I was a pretty big
game hunter before
I joined the Corps.

Pretty good shot.

So I guess
sniping was
just in my blood.

And now?

Well, I've had
my fill of killing.

I didn't kill your mayor
and I didn't kill Rudman.

Well, here's
our predicament,
Mr. Holzman.

The mayor was killed
about 15 feet away.

On the other hand,
Rudman was shot
from 800 meters.

A really impressive shot
by anybody's standards.

We know
you have the skill
and the training

to make a shot
and oddly enough
you just purchased a weapon

that potentially
could have fired
the same slug.

So help me out here.

800 meters
is nothing.

Especially for
a trained sniper.

Listen, what we'd like
to do is take the weapon
down to the lab,

let Ballistics
run their tests on it.

Just to eliminate
you from the possible
suspect list.

You okay with that?

Yeah.

Good.

I'll tell you what.

You take it.

Run all
your tests.

But be good
to my little girl.

We'll make sure
to sing her
a bedtime story.

Come on in.

How can I help?

Just a quick question.

Something we've been
bouncing back and forth
between the two of us.

So far we got the mayor
and another candidate
that's been killed.

What we can't seem
to figure out,

maybe you'll help
us with this.

Why do you think
nobody has come
after you?

You still think
I have something
to do with Stan's death?

I already told you
I was at Sahara's.

I have a dozen witnesses
who can vouch for me.

You guys need
to re-prioritize.

You should be
more interested
in protecting me

than trying to pin
this crap on me.

We're not trying
to pin anything
on you.

If you'll excuse me,
I have a debate.

Yeah.

Yeah, there's George.

I'll be right there.

What is it?

Mom's taken
a turn for the worst.

Do you want me
to come with you?

No. No.

I need you to stay
and keep an eye
on things.

You sure
you'll be okay?

Yeah.
Yeah.
Thanks.

Hey.
What happened?

No. Don't listen to her.
I'm going to be fine.

How do you feel?

Did you find
Stan's killer yet?

Mom, let's not--

just don't concern
yourself with that
right now, please.

I guess they
figure with me
on the way out

they might as well
be rid of him, too.

That's not true.
Don't think like that.
John.

John. You need
this now.

I never knew
when would be

a right time
to give it to you.

I'm so sorry.

There's nothing
to be sorry
about, Mom.

What is it?

Answers.

Okay. Answers, Mom.
I don't need
any answers

right now, okay?
I don't--

Mom.
Mom.

Grace!
Grace!

(Mom, off)
My dear son.

I wish I had the power
to be with you today

but that was
not to be.

I hope that one day
you will understand
what I'm about to tell you

and that you'll find it
in your heart
to forgive me.

Your father
did not abandon us.

I told you this
because at the time

we felt it would be
best for all of us.

He was a rising
political light
when we met.

But he was already married
and having an affair,
much less a child,

would've ruined his career.

So we kept it a secret
all these years.

There's a photo in the box

of you on the day
you were born

and the man holding you
is your father. Stan Wood.

I'm so sorry
you had to learn
about this this way.

I hope you can forgive me

and that you will always
remember that I loved
you. Mom.

Oh, Nick.
Just the guy
I was looking for.

Do you have
my test results?

Yeah. Two of the bullets
came out of the .22.

And the .30-06 shell

was fired from
the same type
of weapon

but not
your suspect's gun.

How do you know?

The gun's clean.

You'll find gun powder
residue in the barrel
if recently fired.

Even if the gun
had just been cleaned?

Yeah. There will be
minute traces,

even if it looks clean
to the naked eye.

That gun hasn't
been fired
in years.

All right.
Thanks.

Yeah.

Hey.
You're late.

Come on.
Fish are waiting.

(man)
Not this time, Lucky.

[gunshot]
[thud]

Hey, uh,
I, uh--

I have something
that may help you
find your shooter.

What is it?

Meet me at Louie's
like in an hour.

We, uh--can't--

can't talk here, okay?

Don't tell anybody.

I think there's
a mole on the inside.

So, uh--

we may have stumbled
onto something much bigger
here than we thought.

What is it?

A journalism intern
named Alex Ferrer

was working
on a time lapse
photography project.

And he, uh,
he gave us
this flash drive.

Now, there's
not much on it

but maybe
we can enhance it
and find something.

Yeah, yeah, I'll
have IT take
a look at it.

Thanks.
Now that's the only
evidence we have

that might lead us
to the assassin.

Be careful.

Thanks a lot, Jude.
Anytime.

Appreciate it.

[cell phone ringing]

Archer.

Hey, John.
Yeah, it's Driver.

Listen, I've got to talk
to you about something, um--

I'm outside of Louie's.

Yeah.

[shout]

Mila.
Mila!

Hello--

[shout]

Ah!

[groan]

Damn it.

Jude, it's Archer.

Listen, I need you to run
a trace on Mila's phone.

I don't know.
Just do it.

Get back to me
as soon as you can.

Ah.

Yeah.

(man on phone)
You want to see
your partner alive,

get in the car.

[guns cocking]

(male voice distorted)
Eyes to the front.

Don't turn around.
Don't look at me.

If he so much
as twitches,
shoot him.

You see, John,

you need to understand
that we have the ability

to quickly and efficiently
snuff out your life
at any moment.

Since the mayor's
untimely passing,

I can tell you
everywhere you've been.

Every meal you've eaten.
Every person...

you've contacted.

I could tell you things
about your mother that
you don't even know.

I want to offer
you a job.

See, a man like you
could either be
a great asset

to this organization
or a big problem.

I'd like you
to be an asset.

So--I'll quadruple
your salary.

Or I could kill you.
It's your choice.

You'll receive
a communication from us.

If you don't respond
in kind,

your life will quickly
and abruptly come
to an end.

Oh, and John,

any number that you
think that you're
going to dial,

to enlist help
in this crusade
against this organization,

whether it be the Bureau,
the PD,

the phone
that's going to ring

will be mine.

We're everywhere, John.

[cell phone ringing]

(Jude on phone)
This is Agent Brown.

It's Archer.
I need to get
ahold of Mila.

Tell me you got
a location on her.

I've been trying
to reach you.

I've got a fix
on her.

Warehouse by the river.

Send it to my phone
as soon as possible.
Yeah.

[grunting]

What is this place?
Where am I?

You've already
been warned.

What do you
want from me?

You've made
our people uneasy.

What? What people?
What are you
talking about?

You didn't heed
the warning

and now you'll have
to pay the price.

Get off of me!
Grrr.

Get off of me!
Agh!

No!

[grunting]

What is that stuff?

No.
No!

[shout]

(woman on platform)
This ends here.

Can I help you?

(agent)
We're hoping
you can, actually.

You seen this kid?

No. I can't say
that I have.

We get a lot of dorks
in here that look
like that

but I've never seen
that one.

Thank you
for your time.

Alex, it's Jessie.

A couple of suits
came in looking
for you.

They looked like agents,
but I'm not sure
what agency.

I think you should
stay out of sight
for a couple of days.

(Archer)
Here you go.

Mm. Thanks for
your mom's clothes.

Of course.

How are you feeling?

I'm--I'm pretty
groggy but, um--

I'm okay.

They did
quite a number
on you, you know?

You saved my life.
I owe you one.

All right.
Nothing you wouldn't
have done for me.

Let me show you something.

I found this
last night.

It's the guy
that attacked me.

He had a tattoo that was
a very distinctive tattoo.

I did a little research
and this is what I find.

A secret society.

This Annuit coeptis
or however you pronounce
that in Latin.

I've never been
a big believer in this
Illuminati stuff but--

if this is real,

this could be far bigger
than we ever imagined.

Wait a minute.

Jude gave me
this, um--

this flash drive.

Told me some kid
named Alex

was doing time lapse
photography on a roof

the night
the mayor
was murdered.

He got a partial look
at a possible suspect.

Jesus Christ.

What--?
What's going on?

Jude said that
it's on this
flash drive?

Yeah.

I don't know
if this drive
is corrupt

but there's
nothing here.
This is empty.

We need to find
the original.

Yeah, we do.

All right.
Let's, um,

let's do
it first thing
in the morning.

[deep sigh]

All of you know

that I didn't run
for this office.

But I was asked
by the Council
and both parties

to serve as mayor
until such a time

as a proper election
can be held.

I would like to thank
the Council for their
faith in me.

And I promise

to serve this city
and its well-being
as tirelessly

as my mentor
and friend

Mayor Stan Wood.

Thank you.

[crowd applause]

Coffee?

Yeah.
Thanks.

Walk back
to the bed.

What?
Just do it.

Walk back
towards the bed now.
What is it?

[gunshot]

[grunting]

My rifle's
under the bed.

Give me some shells.
Right in the bag.

Come on,
you son of a bitch.

Let me get
a look at you.

He's down.

He's down.

Let's go.

You son
of a bitch.

I'm sorry.
I had no choice.

Why did you give
me the drive?

[cough]

That drive was wiped clean
when I pulled it from
my computer.

Who's behind this?

The society.

And the one
who ripped it.

Make a phone call.
Secure that weapon.

Hand me
that cell.

I got two texts here.

Alex Ferrer.
616 Hobart Boulevard,
Loft number 16.

I got a second text.

Lighthouse--

We gotta get
to that kid.
Yeah.

If Alex was the only one
with the drive, he could
be next.

We need agents
we can trust.

I'll call DC.

You sure about that?

I'd bet my life
on it.

All right.

It's the top floor.

[knocking]

Alex Ferrer?

Yeah.

Federal Agents.
Please open
the door.

[tapping]

What's this about?

Just need to ask
you a few questions.

Open the door please.

[sigh]
Oh, God.

Listen. You gave
a flash drive

to a colleague of ours
that has sensitive
material on it

and it's put
your life in danger.

The file's been corrupted
and we need to get
the original.

Wait, wait, wait.
Corrupted?

That's impossible.
I double checked it.

We can't access
the file on the drive.

You have another source
of the footage
here somewhere?

Well, yeah.
The original's
on my computer.

Good.
Bring it up. Now.

Uh.

There he is.

Yeah.
That's him.

Pack up your computer
Take it with you.
Let's get you out of here.

Let's go,
let's go,
let's go.

You better get him
out of here.

Stay back.
Okay.

You all right?
Yeah.

We got to get him
out of here and safe
as soon as possible.

Where are we going?

We'll drop you
off at the local
news affiliate.

Why don't you
grab the car
and pull it up

to the loading dock?

When you get there,
there's an anchor,
David Newman.

Hand him the file
he'll know what
to do with it.

All right.
You're going
to be fine.

I never thought
my big break
would come like this.

What time we're getting
the package from the truck?

We've got to run
that story at ten.

Excuse me,
I need to see
David Newman.

I have something here
that he's going to air
right away.

I'm Newman.
John Archer sent me.
I have something
you need to see.

Archer?
Yeah.

All right.
Let's see
what you got, kid.

Come on.

You did good.

These will do nicely.

[gunshot]

What the hell
was that?

Go find out!

[gun jams]

[thud]
[shout]

[grunting]

(female anchor on TV)
James Durant,
Jude Brown,

and Thomas Edwards
were all members

of a secret organization

with ties
to illegal
arms dealers

drug suppliers,

and terrorist organizations
in foreign countries.

U.S. and international law
enforcement agencies

will continue to diligently
pursue leads as they unfold.

[foreign accent]
Agent Driver?
Yes.
Who are you?

I'm Sonia Da Silva,

Head of the Brazilian
Secret Service.

Here's the file
we received
from Washington.

Several kidnapping attempts
have been made

on the president
of Brazilian
International Airlines.

The Brazilian Government
has requested

some help
from the U.S. government.

The case
is yours.

[dramatic instrumental music]