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You are being watched.

The government
has a secret system--

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

I designed the machine
to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

Violent crimes
involving ordinary people.

The government considers
these people irrelevant.

We don't.

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.

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[MOP's Ante Up]

♪ Uh, oh, uh, oh ♪

Hey, yo, pick right,
pick right.

Your mama just called, Opie,
told me to take you to school.

Yeah, did you get
your popcorn ready, man?

'Cause I'm
about to put on a show.

- Oh, yes!
- Hell, no.

You might have blocked that
if you hadn't tripped

on your skirt, Bigfoot.

You lucky you're funny.

You said our latest number
dropped out of college?

Logan Pierce left Caltech
after his sophomore year, yes.

He had other aspirations.

No layups, no layups.
Get that weak stuff out of here.

[Grunts]

[Laughter]

No way, son, that was a foul.

Ain't no fouls out here.

Guessing it wasn't to become
a professional athlete.

Been real.

I gotta jet though.
I got a date with your girl.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

[Sighs] Make it rain!

[Humming]

Later, bitches!

Who the hell is this guy?

[Engine revs, tires screech]

Pierce is not just
a college dropout.

He's a self-made billionaire
with a genius IQ.

Started
a social networking site

called friendczar.com

with his best friend
from college.

Thought you invented
social networking, Finch.

Pierce perfected it.

His site has just shy
of a billion users.

Pierce's Chief Engineer

and Front Man
for friendczar.com,

his longtime business partner
Justin Ogilvy

is the money
and marketing guru.

And they started
the company together?

That's right.

It would certainly not be
in Ogilvy's best interest

to have Pierce
turn up dead now.

They're taking Friendczar
public in 72 hours.

We need ears on Pierce.
I couldn't clone his phone.

Wouldn't matter if you could.

Pierce changes phones
twice a day

to avoid corporate espionage.

Looks like he's supposed
to attend

a charity auction tonight.

Promised the press
a sound bite.

And your plan is?

Classic black,

satin notch lapel,
bespoke, of course.

And I assume you know
how to tie one of these?

You following up
on the anonymous tip?

Yeah.

You really think
a cop killed Davidson?

I think a lot of cops
have reason

to want an IAB detective dead.

Then I realized
Davidson wasn't the only cop

who went missing last year.

Detective Stills.

Didn't you two
work together in the 51st?

Long time ago.

Two cops go missing,
their bodies never found.

Something's not right.
[Phone ringing]

[Chuckles]

- Carter.
- Detective.

I'm emailing you the details

of several lawsuits
involving Logan Pierce.

Plaintiffs with a history
of violence,

prior convictions.

Uh, what exactly did you mean

by "several lawsuits"?

200, but I've already
prioritized them.

And no, there's no need
to thank me.

Ugh.

Bear.

(Dutch) Go get it.

(Dutch) Go get it.

[Soft piano music]

I'm, uh, feeling
a little out of place here.

Don't worry, I'll talk you

through any difficult encounters
that may arise.

[Indistinct chatter]

Finch, I got eyes on Pierce

and his partner Justin Ogilvy.

Best friends for over a decade.

They've known each other
since Caltech.

Who's the third guy
in Pierce's circle?

That would probably be
Jeremy Campbell,

Pierce's lawyer.

Friendczar is his firm's
only client.

So I wake up,
I'm bruised, I'm scratched.

I call Justin
from her dorm room.

Yeah, no hello,
no good morning.

Just, "Justin,
I think I got beat up

- by a girl in bed and..."
- I did.

"I think
I kind of enjoyed it."

I loved it.

Remember that
you're John Wiley,

hedge fund manager.

What about John Rooney,
asset manager?

No, no,
he's a single-digit millionaire.

John Wiley is valued
at over 100 million.

Exactly how much money
do you have?

Uh-oh.

Pierce, Justin.
You're both looking rich.

Ben, you are looking... mature.

Hey.
[Clears throat]

[Coughs]
I feel a cold coming on.

But wait,
isn't your little charity thing

working on a cure for that?

You're thinking of cancer.

Ben and Cynthia Kamin,

whose social networking site
connectroid.com

was devalued by half
when Friendczar debuted.

Kamin's pretending
to make nice.

Finch, I think Pierce
just made me.

Just mention
the carried interest loophole.

You'll be fine.

[Clears throat]

I haven't seen you
at one of these things before.

What's your story?

John Wiley, hedge fund manager.

How's that carried interest
loophole treating you?

I'm sorry.
I thought you were interesting.

My mistake.

[Gavel pounds]
Ladies and gentlemen,

please take your seats
for the auction portion

of tonight's event.

I didn't make
a good first impression.

Only because I didn't realize

that we were dealing
with a one percenter

who finds
other one percenters tedious.

We'll start the bidding tonight

with our most coveted item,
a collection of letters

handwritten by Albert Einstein.

We'll start the bidding
for the letters at $1 million.

Who will start at $1 million
for our opening bid?

$1 million right here.
Looking for 1.5.

I've got $1 million,
looking for 1.5.

1.5 in the back,
looking for 2.

1.5 looking
for $2 million.

I've got 1.5. I need
$2 million for these letters.

Kamin's bidding against Pierce.

$2 million, anyone?

$2 million right here,
looking for 2.5.

$2,501,000 right here,
looking for 3.

[Clears throat]
You know, I think these letters

are worth much more
than a piddly 3 mil.

You could do better.
Am I right, Kamin?

5 million.

We've got $5 million,
ladies and gentlemen.

That's too rich
for Kamin's blood.

Anybody else?

Hmm?

I'm so sorry, Finch,
but this guy

is too used to getting
his own way.

10 million.

$10 million,
ladies and gentlemen!

We've got $10 million
going once.

Mr. Reese,
this is not petty cash.

We've got 10 million
going twice.

Sold, right there to
the gentleman for $10 million.

[Applause]

I'm sorry.
Maybe next time.

No apology necessary.

I was just driving up
the price for charity.

[Clears throat]

Well...
[Text alert]

Excuse me.

Finch, Pierce just got a text.

He's on the move.

- Get your ass in here.
- Yes, ma'am.

[Laughs]

I thought you had a cold.
[Giggles]

Pierce is not just encroaching
on Kamin's business.

He's encroaching on his wife.

Oh, dear.

Where is Mr. Pierce?

I know Pierce and I
were supposed to give you

a sound bite in time
for the 11:00 news,

but he's indisposed
at the moment.

The one tip I can give you

is that the Friendczar IPO

will break records
and make history.

- Thanks.
- Is Pierce avoiding us?

How many shares
are you planning to sell?

The board knows
Pierce only listens to you.

Get him to pull himself
together.

Get this company
some good press.

That's Sinclair Melbourne,

VC and chairman
of the Friendczar board.

This was a one-time slipup,
Sinclair.

It won't happen again.

Sir, your letters.

Ah.
You can keep 'em.

Finch, Pierce just
left the auction,

but his car's not here.

Pierce is gone.

What?
He has no mode of transport.

[Helicopter whirring]

Is that a helicopter?

It's against the law
to take off

from a rooftop in Manhattan.

Finch, how do we keep up with
a guy who breaks all the rules?

I've been trying
to get ahold of you.

I turned off my phone.

I'm working
on a new heuristic algorithm.

Harold.

Something happened
this morning.

Current estimates
for casualties

from both attacks
are very grave,

estimated at about 200...

Was it a plane?

Two planes.

Countless bodies
have yet to be uncovered

because they
are buried under about...

In terms
of civilian casualties...

We started IFT
to change the world.

Our suits got nicer,

our scotch more expensive.

We changed, but the world
stayed the same...

until today.

If we don't change the world,

someone else will, so...

what are we gonna do to stop
the guys who did this?

Finch, looks like
our billionaire

might be having a breakdown.

Pierce appears to be
even more erratic

than your typical billionaire.

Nice legs.

The closest thing
he has to a routine

is a weekly visit
to a dry cleaner.

- Where are you?
- I'm at work.

[Whistles]

Hmm. Where's Pauly?

He got a full scholarship
to the Brooklyn Law Center.

So I guess you will be needing
my ticket then.

Did you use the, uh--

CO2 process, yes,
of course, Mr. Pierce.

I guess you ran out
of clean suits.

Yeah.

I'm actually more
of a jeans and t-shirt

kind of guy.

I only have one suit.

A good suit is like
the perfect woman.

Once you find the right one...

nothing else will do.

How very eccentric of you.

- Your card.
- Course.

Have a nice day.

Mr. Reese, I switched
Pierce's titanium card

for one
with a listening device.

I also hacked
his online calendar.

He'll be heading
back to the office

for a round
of Friendczar depositions.

Friendczar
destroyed my business.

They ruined my reputation.

No one returns my calls.

And I can forget raising
any venture capital funds.

Friendczar is aggressive
about purchasing

and absorbing
small start-ups.

And if a small CEO tries to go

toe-to-toe with them,

he gets sued
for patent infringement,

no matter how bogus the suit.

[Snoring]

Could you tell me
why Logan Pierce

can't even look the man
he's suing in the eye?

'Cause he's asleep.

Hmm?

You didn't violate our patents,
we screwed up.

We'll help you raise the venture
capital funds you lost.

Uh, thank you.

Who's next?

Emily Morton's lawyers
are here.

Mm, great.

According to Detective Carter,

Ms. Morton sold Friendczar
her matchmaking site,

alchementary.com.

They promised her they'd launch
her site worldwide,

and instead, they made sure
it never saw the light of day.

I see lawyers but no client.

Our client is unable to appear

due to
extenuating circumstances.

A frivolous lawsuit
doesn't qualify

as extenuating circumstances.

But intimidation does.

Hey, we have a board meeting
at 1:00.

The board can meet me
on Coney Island.

They have got
these bacon-wrapped hot dogs.

Crispy on the outside,
juicy on the in.

It's your basic
kosher nightmare.

But you know what they say.

"What happens
on Coney Island--"

well, I guess nothing good
really happens on Coney Island,

except for these dogs.

What a lunatic.

If we don't get ahold
of Ms. Morton,

we're gonna have
to drop the lawsuit.

Finch, Emily's missing,

and her lawyer just implied
she's being intimidated.

Right before her suit
goes to trial.

The timing
is a little too perfect.

Maybe Pierce and his partner

had something to do
with her disappearance.

- Pierce?
- Hmm?

Two days
before your company's IPO,

and you're streaking
across Tribeca?

[Inhales] Tell me, Sinclair,

do you buy
all your shirts pre-stuffed,

or do you just fill 'em out
that way?

Come here.

Get your partner
back in the game,

or I'm gonna call
an emergency board meeting.

When you build
a viable web server

using the LAMP stack, Sinclair,

you're free to run the company.

In fact, let's put it
before the board--

you or me.

That's what I thought.

Lunchtime, bitches.
[Unlocks car]

Finch, even his own company's

having trouble
curbing Pierce's behavior.

Glad to hear we're not alone.

[Engine revs]

[Engine revs, tires screech]

Pierce is headed
to Coney Island.

I'm on it.

Something's not right.

Normally Pierce drives fast,

but he drives with precision.

This is Logan Pierce.

I have a slight problem
with my car.

I can't slow down.

Pierce's car won't decelerate.

Most modern vehicles
can be hacked into.

If you can get
within 10 meters,

I should be able
to infiltrate the bluetooth,

then access
the engine control unit.

[Horn honks] Whoa!

Finch, he blew a light.
I lost him.

No matter.
I'm in.

Someone has hacked
into the car's ECU

and installed malware,

locked the car in third gear

at 50 miles an hour.

Hello, hello?
Is anybody there?

My accelerator's stuck.

I can't downshift.

Communications
and emergency services.

I understand
that you can't decelerate.

I'll do my best
to remedy your problem.

Remedy faster, Sherlock.

I'm kinda hosed right now.

Mr. Reese, do you have eyes
on Pierce?

Yes, he's about ten seconds out

from a catastrophic accident.

You don't stop him, Finch,

there's a cargo truck
that will.

[Horn honks]

[Typing]

[Computer beeping]

[Engine revs]

[Tires screeching]

Finch, you saved him.

[Exhales]

Take me to the city.

I can't protect someone
we can't keep up with.

Well, what do you have in mind?

A different tactic.

Mr. Pierce,
there's a John Wiley to see you.

Tell him I'm a busy man.

If he objects,
have security show him out.

[Sighs]

[Crash] [Grunts]

I'll make this quick.

I have it on good authority
that your life's in danger.

And normally I'd just
follow you around,

help behind the scenes,
but--

well, you've got too much money

and too many resources.

I can protect you,
but only if you

let me stick with you
for the next 48 hours.

Sounds like fun.

See, I knew
you were interesting.

The freight train
just left for Des Moines.

The machine will be
at the facility in ten days.

[Sighs]

I've been thinking
about you wanting

to make a difference,
help people.

You know, we can do that now.

We could invest
in clean water initiatives,

sustainable farming.

We built the single
most powerful technology

known to man--

a machine that knows
when someone needs help.

And you just gave it away.

We had our chance, Harold.

Well, we built it,
and it saves lives.

Not enough lives.

We've been over this, Nathan.

The machine is gone.

What if we could
still access it?

We decided
we weren't going to play God.

We weren't going to build
a back door.

We decided a lot of things
the last seven years.

And that one,
I'm the least proud of.

We did what we set out to do.

Now, either we move on
to the next thing together,

or we don't.

You decide.

Alchementary uses
and advanced algorithm

to predict
if the relationship will last,

and not just
romantic relationships.

Uh, business, friendships,
you name it.

Logan Pierce and Justin Ogilvy

promised to launch
Alchementary.

I am going to make sure
they keep their promise.

[Mouse clicks] [Bear whines]

Hey, Pierce, buddy.

Before you go, about tonight.

Party. New York stock exchange.
Potential investors.

Right, right.
I'll be early.

And make sure there's
an extra invitation

for Mr. Wiley here.

Is this the guy who outbid you
at the charity auction?

We're considering a merger.

And you think
that's a good idea,

partnering with a guy
you just met?

Oh, I think it's ideal.

I haven't had time
to learn all his flaws yet.

See you at the party, bitches.

Mr. Reese,
Emily Morton vowed

to make Pierce
launch her technology,

a technology
that would seriously compete

with Friendczar.

Pretty sure Pierce
is the victim,

not the perpetrator.

Someone already
made an attempt on his life.

Someone with hacking skills.

Someone like
a missing software engineer.

Why get the exact same car

when your old one
didn't even have a scratch?

'Cause it's unparalleled.

I don't collect toys,
just the best of what I need.

One car. One watch.

2 mil, charts the phase
and the orbit of the moon,

tells time to the nanosecond,

and I don't have to wind it.

For $2 million,
I certainly hope not.

[Tires screeching]

Welcome to my humble abode.

You call this humble?

Single malt scotch,
neat, right?

That's what you had
at the auction.

No, thanks.

That's impressive though.

Knowing people is my business.

I thought your business was

schmoozing investors
for your IPO.

My watch might not be able
to tell time to the nanosecond,

but you're late.

I have better things to do.

[Man grunts on TV]

Finch, Pierce is missing
his own party.

Just as well.

Pierce won't be safe
in public now.

Check your phone.
[Phone beeps]

Friendczar's IPO is predicted

to reach
record-breaking numbers.

Do you think
you'll make history?

Well, with stock this
overvalued, how could we not?

You know, personally, Janet,
I'd wait to buy

for at least a day or two
till after the stock dips.

You know what I mean?
[Whistles]

The board called
an emergency meeting.

Pierce is no longer
CEO of Friendczar.

[Pauses video game]

Who died?

Oh, God.
Don't tell me it was me.

The board thinks
they can do your job after all.

You're out.

Well, here's to unemployment.

[Clears throat]

[Raspy voice]
I don't feel very good.

Pierce?

Pierce.
[Gasps]

Sit back, sit back, sit back.

You're having a reaction.

Are you allergic to anything?

Naproxen.

Mr. Reese,
what's going on?

The scotch, it was spiked.

[Gasping]

[Tense music]

♪

Pierce is going
into anaphylactic shock.

- Sending an ambulance.
- There's no time.

I need to get air
into his lungs.

Relax.
[Gagging]

Look at me.
You're going to be okay.

[Coughs]

[Exhales]

Is Pierce all right,
Mr. Reese?

Yes.

But he's gonna have
one hell of a hangover.

[Grunts]

You saved me.

In the Chinese culture,
you'd be responsible

for me for life.

Glad neither one of us
is Chinese then.

Who has access to your house?

Just a hundred or so
of my closest friends.

I like people.

I like to party.

Who knows you're allergic
to naproxen?

I don't know, I didn't develop

the allergy till recently.

Why are you doing this?

Did somebody
put you up to this?

Is this penance
for some deep, dark mistake?

Spoken like a man
who's made his fair share.

I--
mistakes don't interest me.

I don't look back.
You keep moving.

It's the only way
to stay alive.

Philosophy makes sense,

coming from a kid whose parents
went bankrupt.

Knowing people
is my business too.

Well, my dad
owned a little camera shop.

And, um...

he made most of his money
developing film.

And he insisted
on staying the course,

all the way until the point
that film became extinct.

And then he tried
to sell digital cameras,

but by then it was too late

because everyone had one
in their phone.

It's like he didn't even
see it coming.

When the business failed,
we lost everything.

And you think
if you're constantly evolving,

this won't happen to you?

Of course it'll happen.

But if you accept
change is inevitable,

it doesn't crush you
when it does.

Every technology ages, John.

The only thing
that never gets old

is connecting with people.

That's what everyone wants,

a real connection.

Well, you might wanna consider

losing a couple hundred
of your closest friends.

Mm-hmm.

I think you've had
enough excitement for one night.

I'm gonna rest my eyes

and give you a break.

I've put the billionaire
to bed, Finch.

We need to meet.

Nice night for a walk.

Why didn't you bring Bear?

Bear didn't wanna come.

I read that
if there's anxiety in the home,

it can make your pets
become upset.

Have you been
under any excess stress?

You mean besides being locked
in an 11x13 in Rikers

and wearing a bomb vest
around Manhattan?

Not really.

Whoever poisoned Pierce
had access to his home.

We need to move him.

My thinking exactly.

I'll have Detective Carter

examine the decanter
for prints.

You can escort our friend
to the safe house.

Time to wake the billionaire.

I'm awake.

And just who are you?

You don't wanna tell me
who you are?

That's okay.
I already know.

Tell me, how did you make
a bug small enough

to fit inside this?

Your voice too.

You hacked
into my car's computer

and you remotely accessed
the accelerator and the brakes.

So I guess that makes you
the brains of the operation.

No offense.

And judging
by your bespoke suit,

you're also the bank.

And there's you, John.

You took out
my security guard Zvi.

He's a former Mossad agent
and an expert in Krav Maga.

So what is it, John?

Former Special Ops?
Ex-CIA?

And you,
just a very rich hacker?

As far as you're concerned,
Mr. Pierce,

we don't exist.

But that's
what's most impressive.

John, I've been looking
into you.

And I'm not talking about
your bogus hedge fund cover.

You and your partner here
don't seem

to have a digital footprint.

So I have to ask myself,

how is this possible
in this information age?

People with that kind
of anonymity,

that's true power.

So you see, I know who you are.

The only thing I don't know

is why you do what you do.

Let me remind you,
Mr. Pierce,

that we saved your life twice.

Now, you wanna keep on
butting into our affairs?

Or do you want to live?

No need to get testy.

I was just making small talk.

So what's the plan?

I'm afraid
that you can't trust anyone.

We've arranged to take you
to a safe house nearby.

You don't want anyone
to find me,

but you're keeping me
in the city?

You know a better place?

Where exactly is this place?

We just flew ten hours.

You can't wait one more minute?

So what do you think?

You said you had a safe house.

- Yeah.
- This is a bar.

No, this--
this is a bomb shelter

made into a bar,
and it is totally safe.

Sit, please.

Come on.
Come on.

[Clears throat] This is good.

What are we doing here?

Do you like pierogies?

I have it
on very good authority

they have the best
in the world, so--

You flew me
halfway across the world

for fried dumplings?

Double-fried.

Yeah.
[Snaps fingers]

Bear, look.
[Rattles bowl]

Mmm.
[Bear whines]

_

[Phone ringing]

Detective, you're just
the person I wanna speak to.

Any closer to discovering
who poisoned Logan Pierce?

Got a partial print
off the decanter,

sent it through AFIS.

Came up with a match
with 11 points in common.

The guy's prints
weren't on file

because he's an officer
of the court.

[Russian music]

Mm-hmm.
[Chuckles]

Mmm.

- Might wanna slow down.
- Hmm?

I can't protect you
from a heart attack.

You know,

you need to enjoy life.

Who knows how to enjoy life

as much as you, Pierce?

How did he find us?

He got a text from Pierce.

I think you actually
take pleasure

in making me schlep after you.

These couldn't wait?

- What?
- I thought we agreed.

- No friends.
- Well, he's also my lawyer.

You know, and the board
forced me out.

And in doing so,
they relinquished

my non-compete clause,

which is good,
'cause I am officially

looking for a new job.

Mr. Reese,
something you should know.

Campbell's prints
were on the decanter of scotch.

The board made Pierce
take a medical exam

for his corporate insurance.

His lawyer filed the paperwork.

You spiked his alcohol.

You read about his allergy
on his insurance application.

You tried to kill him.

Jeremy?

Is that true?

No, that's absurd.

You're my best client,
my only client.

Pierce plans
to switch law firms

after the IPO is released.

Why would I want you dead?

Maybe because your only client

is looking for a new attorney.

Was I talking to you?

Who the hell
do you think you are?

You might wanna keep
your hands to yourself.

You threatening me?

Aah!

[Grunts]

Aah!
[Grunts]

Yo, Pierce, are we missing
all the fun?

Uh...

Full disclosure, I might have

mentioned our little trip
to one or two people.

I mean, you can't expect me

to be all business, can you?

If you're not gonna
take your safety seriously,

why should I?

Oh, come on.
Relax, dude.

Join the party!

Campbell's no longer
a threat, Finch.

Pierce has got enough friends.

He doesn't need our help.

[Techno music]

♪

[Knock at door]

Hey, you want a coffee
or something?

No, I'm good, thanks.

What you doing here, anyway?

Somebody made two cops
disappear without a trace.

Probably not the kind of stuff

you wanna leave
lying around your desk, huh?

Been thinking
about the billionaire,

his own lawyer
trying to do him in.

My heart breaks for him.

I'm glad you got my back.

You got a point, Fusco?

Carter, there are some things
you should know about me.

- Some mistakes I've made--
- No.

[Chuckles]
We're not doing that.

You don't get
to share that with me.

Now you say you've changed,
so I'm gonna trust you.

But if those mistakes you made

come back to haunt you,
you will not

expect me to cover for you.

Now we may be partners,

and we might even be friends,

but, um, I'm still a cop.

Understood?

Yeah, I hear you.
Loud and clear.

[Door shuts]

I'll be home in 12 hours
to help with the next number.

I'm afraid that'll be too late.

The next number's
already come up,

only it's not new.

Someone we've helped before?

Someone
we're currently helping.

Logan Pierce.

There's another threat
against him,

or else someone
is conspiring with the lawyer.

All I know for certain

is that Pierce
is in immediate danger.

I'm headed back
to the club now.

No need. I was able to hack
Pierce's credit card account.

His card was just used

at the Grand Vishera Hotel
in St. Petersburg.

I'm sending you the address.

It's right over the bridge.

Pierce, it's John.

[Gun cocks]

Stop right there.
[Gun cocks]

He warned me
someone would come.

I've called security, get out.

Emily, what are you doing here?

[Gunshot]

I said get out, now!

Mr. Reese,
what's going on?

Emily Morton.

She's alive and appears
to be a pretty good...

[Gasps] shot.

What do you mean, he warned you
someone else would come?

[Removes bullets]

Who's he?

Pierce put you up
at this hotel, didn't he?

Finch, Emily's not
working against Pierce.

She's working with him.

I haven't seen Pierce
since he came

by my apartment
about a week ago.

Said someone was on to us,
told me to pack a bag,

so I could finish Alchementary.

We planned to announce
our project tomorrow.

Emily's technology
will cannibalize

Friendczar's business.

It seems the person
closest to Pierce

is the one
with the most to lose.

Justin?

Is that you, buddy?

Hey.

Well, I guess
we're breaking up the company.

Sorry, Pierce.

But you brought this
on yourself.

[Grunts]

[Coughs]

- No, no, no!
- Give us a minute.

[Panting]

Always knew a woman
would come between us.

Just didn't think it'd be

'cause you liked
her technology better.

Emily didn't break us up,
Justin, you did.

You know, she actually
reminds me of you,

how you used to be--

passionate, principled.

Before you decided
we need to bully

and bury our competition.

I didn't hear you objecting.

That's 'cause you
weren't listening to me.

How many times did I tell you

I don't wanna
run a business like that?

You didn't wanna
run a business at all,

left me to do everything.

I thought maybe
you'd gone off the deep end,

parading around town
half-naked,

taking board meetings
at Coney Island.

Then I realized,

if the board pushed you out,

your non-compete clause
would be null and void,

and you could take
Emily's technology public.

Emily's idea's better.

It's what people want,
the perfect match

in love and friendship,
even business.

What do you know about friends?

All your friends want you dead.

Even your new pal's left you.

Dump him.

[Tense music]

No, no!

♪

No! Wait, wait!

Wait!

[Gunshot]

[Grunting]

[Panting]

I had 'em right
where I wanted 'em, you know?

You need to get
new friends, Pierce.

I couldn't agree
with you more, man.

Now either we move on
to the next thing together,

or we don't.

You decide.

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Today Justin Ogilvy,
the co-founder

of friendczar.com,
was brought up on charges

for attempting to murder
his partner Logan Pierce

in what can only be described
as a bizarre case.

Some friendships
aren't made to last.

The Friendczar IPO
has continued

its downward slump
after an announcement

that Logan Pierce
is launching a new company

that's in direct competition
with Friendczar.

Pierce is partnering with
software engineer Emily Morton

and surprisingly, Ben Kamin,
his former rival.

Thanks, Janet, now turning
our attention to the weather.

All right, Chewie,
prepare to get posterized.

You know, I heard
your mother sat on her iPhone,

and it turned to an iPad.
Is that true, man?

Is it true?

Come on now.

[Grunts] I could go all day.

Next bucket gets
the other guy's car.

Or in your case, your bike,

or metrocard, whatever.

Bet's a bet.

Whoa, thief!
You are a thief.

We said check the ball.
You guys hear--

you heard me say
check the ball, right?

No, that's ball game,
what you said.

I'm just kidding, showboat.

I'm a man of my word.

Man, you crazy.

Yeah, I've heard that.

[Indistinct chatter]

You got some game.

You're full of surprises.

- You're one to talk.
- Yeah?

Partnering with Kamin,
your competition.

The guy's a straight shooter,
you know?

Plus, Emily's software
said we're totally compatible,

not so much
with his wife though.

One thing I don't get--

you warned Emily about Ogilvy.

And you knew he was after you.

Why didn't you tell me?

Haven't you heard?

I have a reckless disregard
for my own safety.

You just wanted to see
how I worked.

You know,
I finally figured it out,

why you do what you do.

Altruism.

How's that working out for you?

Just a little thank-you.

So I guess
you will be moving on

to your next hapless stranger?

[Engine revs]

I can at least give you a lift.

Actually, I, uh--

I think I'll take the subway.

What are we doing here, Finch?

Do we have another number?

No, a date.

You got me a date?

Not you. Bear.

He needs a friend.

Hello.

[Dogs bark] Go.

[Laughs] [Dog barks]

Good thinking, Finch.

[Dogs bark]

Our billionaire gave me
a little something.

Well--

Tells time to the nanosecond.

That was
a very expensive watch.

Not to mention, a gift.

A gift equipped with GPS.

A cunning billionaire
with unlimited resources.

Our friend is just
curious enough to be dangerous.

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