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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.

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_

[Phone rings]

He's been asking
too many questions.

How do we deal with it?

Seems to me
we have the solution at hand.

Listen,
you've got the wrong guy.

You just need to--
[Gunshots]

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Danke schon.

_

I'm sorry,
I don't speak German.

_

No, I-I think
it's just a misunderstanding.

_

Are these men bothering you?

I'd be happy to detain them.

Oh, no.
Thank you.

Um, I think
it's just a mistake.

Listen, I'm in a bit
of a hurry.

[Speaking Arabic] _

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[Gunshots]

_

_

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[Grunts]

Any sign of our guy Bekhti?

[Sighs] No.

And I just had to shoot
our best chance of finding him.

I can't take you anywhere,
Shaw.

Well, he was calling Bekhti.
I got a partial number.

Eight digits.

Couldn't you have shot him
after he finished dialing?

Run it down, all right?

Whatever Bekhti's into,

these guys were willing
to kill a cop to protect it.

Bekhti's cell phone signal
is right below us.

40, maybe 50 feet
above the street.

Probably the top floor.

Here we go!

All right.

Ah, whoa.
Wrong apartment.

Go fish.

All right, we got a winner.

Ahnaz.

You disappoint me.

Look at you, you got semtex.

You have a cell phone
detonator.

Let me see that.

And cesium.

Half a pound.
They're making a dirty bomb.

What's the plan?
[Phone ringing]

_

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There's no time.
I'm calling Control.

Yeah, this is Catalyst.
Passphrase "Indigo."

Go ahead, Indigo.

Request permission to engage.

Direct action.

Green light.

They still have
the windows closed?

As far as I can tell.

You know the only other people
crazy enough

to use the gas
besides you, Shaw?

Russians.

Crazy FSB Russians.

Where do you think I get it?

We have our first winner.

[Muffled thuds]

Number two.

There's three.

[Crowd cheering on TV]

I've removed the cesium.

Shaw, what happened?

[Both grunting]

- Ah!
- Oh!

Aghh!

A little help, Cole.

I can't, uh--

I can't see him.
Just--

What do you have?

Still looking.

I don't see him, Shaw.

I-I still don't have him.

Calm down.

Give me something I can use.

Okay, wait.

Don't move.

Your 3:00...

now.

[Gunshots]

Sam, you okay?

Pull the fire alarm
and head down to the street.

Um, what are you
gonna be doing?

Getting my bullets back.

We were never here, remember?

Bekhti's wiring
was a bit rough.

I fixed it for them.

That's nice of you.

You're making your own way out.

Sure you don't want
some company?

Why, you know anybody?

I'll see you when I see you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Where?

New York City.

Control called.
We got another number.

I guess it's like you said.
They never stop coming.

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- How is New York?
- Cold.

I'm meeting
with Wilson tonight.

Since when do you
make deliveries?

I was in town for a meeting.

Thought I'd congratulate
my best operator.

Tell me this.

Don't we pay you
to disarm bombs

rather than set them off?

My call.
We had the cesium.

Seemed like the best way
to cover our tracks.

Thank you.
Unofficially.

Your new number.

[Indistinct police radio chatter]

I've still got eyes
on our new number.

He's been walking
in circles for an hour, Cole.

I'm getting a little bored.

Tell me a story.

James Mercer.

Did four in the corps.

A dishonorable discharge.

Graduates to the militia
movement.

And then a week ago,

he gets wired 10k
from an offshore account,

and moves to Queens.

I'm guessing research
doesn't think he's here

for a Broadway show.

Cole, I think I've been made.

My 3:00,
good-looking guy in a suit.

You sure he's not just
checking you out?

Forgot your gas mask, Shaw.

All right, false alarm.

Incoming.
[Phone beeps]

Mercer's getting a call.
[Line trilling]

[On phone] It's time.
Tomorrow's the big day.

We need to get a look
at this guy's computer tonight.

You may even have to get
out of the van.

Is something wrong with you?
[Scoffs]

You're not still pining
for that girl in Staad.

You ever wonder
where Research gets the numbers?

- No.
- Why?

Because I don't work
for Research.

Did you ever think
they could be wrong sometimes?

Like that guy in San Jose.
Aquino.

Two years ago.

He was...
so confused.

- You remember what he said?
- I do.

Because...

I'm the one that killed him

while you just watched
on your little camera.

I also remember...

that he was trying
to sell designs

for a nuclear centrifuge
to Hezbollah.

And you tracked
the money trail.

Research was right
about Aquino.

Like they're always right.

How can you be so sure
that they are never wrong

if you have no idea
who they even are...

or where they get
these numbers?

I know exactly where they get
those damn numbers from, Cole,

and so do you.

From a dark room somewhere
where they hurt people badly.

And the reason we don't ask

where Research
gets its numbers from

is because Research
is never wrong.

Well, they were this time.

You did something stupid,
didn't you?

I called on one of my friends
from the agency,

asked her to trace the money.

Those transfers
didn't come from Hezbollah.

They came
from the US Government.

Aquino was doing
something covert,

but he was doing it for us.

I called Control.
Wilson.

I mean, I've requested
an internal investigation.

I will keep you out of it,
I promise.

You talked to Wilson?

Yeah.

[Car alarm chirps]

Mercer's on the move.

[Gun clicks]
And we still have a job to do...

remember?

Whoa, all right.
I'm in.

That was easy.

Anything?

This is not right.

Mercer's got a bunch of emails
from some contacts--

ex-military.

Do you have the name
of the contacts?

Yeah.

They're us.

Our names are all over
these files.

[Gunshots in distance]

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Shaw?
Shaw!

[Gunfire]

[Both grunt]

We need to move.
Now.

Ah, that's gonna be tough.

- All right, come on.
- Ah!

[Grunts]

- I'm sorry.
- No, no, no, don't talk.

All right.

Look, I'm gonna call Control,
and, uh...

we're gonna get you some help.

I was trying to get your back.

Always trying to be
the hero, huh?

[Laughing]

No.

Just yours.

[Over radio] Second Team, head in.

[Both grunting]

[Screaming]

Shaw...

listen.
My name is John.

I'm here to help you.

Team Three, move into position.

[Screaming]

Aah!
[Groans]

This is Team Two.
I think she may have backup.

There's some other guy in he--
[Gunshots, grunts]

[Groaning]

All teams, check in.
Did you kill the woman or not?

Wilson?

[Keypad tones]

[Phone ringing]

Yes?

We got a problem.

I lost her.

I would say that's a little
more than a problem, Wilson.

We took care of Cole.

Shaw managed to shoot
her way out.

I lost a full team.
It's a bit of a mess.

That's... unfortunate.
[Door opens, closes]

Just a moment.

- That's everything you need
for your 10:00 AM with State.

Will you need anything else?

No, thank you, Miss May.

- Have a nice evening.
- You too, sir.

So you're telling me

we've got a lethal operative
off the leash

who's aware we terminated
her partner

and tried to do the same to her

and who may have information

which endangers
our entire project.

That seems to be
the situation, sir.

First, she'll be looking
to regroup.

Transportation, weapons,
a place to hide.

- But we may have an edge.
- What's that?

I'm pretty sure I clipped her.

Mm.

What you need tonight, girl?

You know, I just need
a little bit of daylight.

Sunshine.

I got you.

Whoa!
[Grunts]

Hold on!

[Buzzing] Lewis?

If your dumb ass is here,

who the hell is out
on the corner?

[Grunts]

Ah!

You ever have a staring
contest with a fish?

- What?
- No eyelids.

Kinda pointless, right?

Like you reaching
for that scattergun.

Back up.

Okay, there, Lewis.

I'm gonna need you to ziptie
your friend to the radiator.

Nice and tight.

Uh, Lewis,
I'm gonna need some things.

Painkillers, razor blades,
and if...

there's no gauze, then towels.

Hollow point.

[Panting] Son of a bitch!

Seen shots like that before.

You're gut shot.

- You're done.
- You better hope not.

'Cause if I start
to lose consciousness,

I'm shooting you first.

Sit down, Lewis.

[Breathing heavily]

Have you done this before?

You're pretty good at it.

I was in med school for a bit.

- You're a doctor?
- No.

Joined the Marines.

Figured I was better
at killing people

than fixing them.

Yeah.

I'm about
to lose consciousness,

so, uh...

I need you to ziptie yourself
along with your friend, okay?

[Door kicked open]

[Door closes]

[Grunt]

I always knew
you was an idiot, Lewis.

[Grunting]

Hey, you.

Nice piece.

Who the hell you supposed to be,
some kinda badass?

Not really.

I have what's called
an Axis II Personality Disorder.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means when I kill
you and your friends,

I'm not really gonna
feel anything.

[Scoffs] Oh!

You gonna kill me?

You weight what,
hundred pounds?

9mm round weighs about
a quarter of an ounce.

It gets the job done.

But your gun's a .45,
little girl.

I was talking
about my backup piece.

[Gun clicks, gunshots]

[Sighs] Lewis, go.

If you tell anybody about me...

I will find you.

[Wincing]

Shaw is one of our best.
Trained her myself.

You're not gonna find her
until she wants to be found.

We need to know her game plan.

Is Shaw going to look
into the Aquino situation,

or simply come after us
for revenge?

Both.

She's a multitasker.
It's why we hired her.

We need to track down
Cole's contact in the CIA.

I'm already on it.
Her name is Veronica Sinclair.

What did you find, partner?

[Keypad tones]

[Line trilling]

Hello?

Hello, Veronica.

I wanna talk to you
about Michael Cole.

Who is this?

Whatever you told him...

may have gotten him killed.

Please.
I can't be involved in this.

Well, you either meet me
or I track you down.

And that is not something
that you want.

Manhattan, the Suffolk Hotel,

room 1458,
5:00 PM tomorrow.

I'll be there.

[Phone ringing]

Shaw.

Figured you'd be calling me
sooner or later.

You should really come in, Sam.

You know there's no point
in running from us.

I'll turn myself in,
but only to the boss.

- I wanna meet Control.
- Yeah, I don't think so.

I call my boss,
you try to kill him.

It's very embarrassing for me.

I will send you the location.

You make sure he's there,

or else I go public
with the Aquino files.

- When?
- Tonight.

And, Wilson,
don't keep me waiting.

- Hello, Veronica.
- Come in.

Any chance you were followed?

I don't think so, but...

I haven't been in the field
since I was at the farm.

You're Sam, right?

Michael talked about you.

I mean, he didn't tell me about
what you guys do or anything,

but... he liked you.

What happened to him?

He was killed.

On a mission.

The less you know
about all of this,

the safer you'll be.

But I do need to know
what he talked to you about.

Mike sent over details
of wire transfers

to a nuclear engineer
named Daniel Aquino.

They appeared to originate

out of accounts affiliated
with Hezbollah, but...

someone had electronically
spoofed the transfers.

I was able to track down

the real originating accounts.

They were out
of the US Government.

Which part of the government?

A group out of the Pentagon

called the Intelligence
Support Activity.

Have you heard of them?

You could say that.

Up until yesterday,
I worked for them.

Their budget's confidential,

but... it stretches
back five years.

Huge amounts coded to a project

called Northern Lights.

What was the project?

I don't know.

But Aquino was part of it.

They built a facility
of some kind

coded as Research.

But I can't find the names

of anyone else involved
in the project.

[Clatter]

Mike said Aquino told you
the name of his contact

in Northern Lights.

Do you remember it?

[Clatter continues]

Stay here.

And keep away
from those windows.

[Muffled grunting]

[Taser buzzes]

Veronica and I had a bit
of a chat before you got here.

She tried really, really hard
to remember anything else

that could help me, but...

she didn't know anything.

I read your file,
and I'm kind of a big fan.

So, I really don't
wanna hurt you.

I just need the name.

You really have no idea what
you're caught up in, do you?

Who you're actually
working for?

[Laughs]

Did you honestly think
the source of the numbers

was Guantanamo?

Some sad taxi driver

rotting away
in a cage somewhere?

I mean, you should know

torture almost never produces
good information.

Well...

almost never.

Sadly,

we are on a bit of a clock.

Wilson's men started looking
for Veronica here

three hours ago.

[Sizzles] Mm!

Now...

Aquino was hired
to build a home

for something very special,

something I wanna find.

So you're gonna tell me
the name of his contact.

One of the things
I left out of my file...

I kind of enjoy
this sort of thing.

I am so glad you said that.

I do too.

[Phone ringing]

[Groans] Oh.

And just when we were starting
to really connect.

I'm sorry.

A little rude, I know.

We'll do this again soon.

Clear!

All clear.

Indigo located.
And the secondary.

Instructions?

Understood.

[Silenced gunshot]

Can you do me a favor?

Can you not shoot me this time?

- Give me a good reason.
- I don't know.

I'm a really nice person,

and, well... that.

May I?

Okay.

It's probably acontine.

You can counteract it
with atropine...

in case I bump it.

The dose we use,
you've got about four minutes.

So unless you've got
some atropine on you,

don't bump it.

I got a friend
who wants to talk to you.

Why would I wanna talk
to one of your friends?

You got somewhere better to be?

Hello, Ms. Shaw.

You can call me Harold.

You're the man in charge?

No.
No one's in charge.

My friend and I
help people in trouble.

Or maybe you work for Wilson
and this is all some kinda game.

Honestly, I was never
terribly good at games.

You work--
or at least you used to work--

for a secret government program

that prevents terrible things--

terrorist acts and crimes
relevant to nation security.

The information
that you received

came from a group of people
that you call Research.

And it's notable
for two reasons.

One, it's never wrong.

And two, it consists
only of a number.

- This is--
- Your number.

And Mr. Cole's.

We were unable to save him,
and for that, I'm sorry.

We didn't understand
the exact nature

of your situation at first.

So if you're not part
of the program...

then who are you?

Let's just say that ultimately,

you and I work
for the same entity.

And that entity wanted you
and your friend over there

to help me?

In a manner of speaking.

In truth, we're probably the
only people who can help you.

Well, if you know so much
about my employers,

then you must know
that they are very...

very good at finding people.

Even you can't run forever.

I don't need forever.

Just long enough to find
the man behind the curtain,

the one who gave
the kill order.

You won't even scratch

the surface
of their organization,

and you'll still be
in grave danger.

You hold a piece of a puzzle,

a secret so important
that they were willing to kill

Dr. Aquino and your friend
Michael Cole and yourself

to protect it.

The truth about a group
of people you call Research.

Something that Cole
had begun to suspect.

- Which is what?
- That they don't exist.

The world looks like it did
ten years ago,

but underneath,
it's become very strange indeed.

An invisible struggle
has begun.

Most of the people
who knew this are already dead.

All things being equal,
I prefer you didn't join them.

So like I said...
We're here to help you.

But first,
you need to stop running

because you're much too good
it and we can't keep up.

- Hiding isn't my style.
- But dying is?

Because, as I see it,
that's your only option.

You know,
I never had many friends.

Didn't have much use for 'em.

Cole was an exception.

And he deserved better.

A word of advice
for what it's worth.

Set out to correct
the world's wrongs

and you'll almost certainly
wind up adding to them.

My number,
in case you change your mind.

Thanks.

But no thanks.

It's time to end this.
Tonight.

- Get a team ready.
- Yes, sir.

You're late.

I'd ask how you knew it was me,

but I guess that's
what we pay you for--

picking the right person
out of a crowd.

Of course I wanted
to meet Control.

And you're not Control, now,
are you?

Sadly, no.

But I'm as close
as you're gonna get.

Hmm.

You'd really put
the program in jeopardy

just to avenge your partner?

I assumed a woman like you

would have a more sophisticated
world view.

You people hired me because
I don't care about most people.

And then you went and killed

the one person
that I actually liked.

Fair enough.

Of course, you weren't supposed
to be around

to carry a grudge.

You wanted to meet.

Was it to find out
why I let Wilson

target you and your partner?

Or just to kill me?

Either way, we should go
somewhere more private.

You probably think
I made a devil's bargain.

And maybe I have.

But the program is the reason

we haven't had
another major attack.

If the public knew
about what we do,

we'd lose that ability.

And Aquino?

Again, a regrettable decision,

but a necessary one.

No one life is above the safety
of millions of Americans.

That's the ugly math that
I have to deal with every day.

You of all people
should understand that.

I do.

And if I were in your place,
I'd do the exact same thing.

I may not be
in the program anymore,

but I--

I still understand
how important it is.

Then why the cloak and dagger?

Cole's research
on the Aquino case.

I wanted to give it to you
personally.

Why not give it to Wilson?

You can't hire people like Cole

and expect them
to act like sheep.

Now, I know
how to follow orders.

But Cole was just brilliant,

and he believed in the cause.

And Wilson knew that.

You know,
you could've warned him.

Or even me.

But instead,
you placed a kill order

like we were some kinda problem
to be solved.

Your partner broke the rules.

You're on the hook for that
as much as he was.

And then you screwed that up
in such a spectacular fashion.

How could I trust this idiot
with something so important?

Hersh was right.

You are a good soldier.

You didn't want revenge.

You wanted to protect
the program.

A good soldier does both.

[Future Starts Slow
by The Kills]

Let her go.

♪

Let's clean this up.

♪

♪ You can holler,
you can wail ♪

♪ you can swing,
you can flail ♪

♪ you can...
Like a broken sail, ♪

♪ but I'll never give you up. ♪

♪ If I ever give you up ♪

♪ my heart will surely fail ♪

♪

[Grunts]

You were a good operator.
Sorry, Shaw.

♪

♪ And after all,
God can keep my soul ♪

♪ England have my bones ♪

♪ but don't ever give me up ♪

♪ I could never get back up ♪

♪ when the future starts
so slow ♪

[Siren wails]

Lady just passed out
in the street,

unresponsive to CPR.

EMT's called it
as soon as they arrived.

So this looks
like a homicide to you?

Sure. Woman her age,
not a mark on her.

I thought it suspicious.

Can't expect the task force
to show up.

We were in the neighborhood,
Officer Fleming.

Yeah, we're probably looking at
an overdose or cardiac arrest.

Yeah, but, I mean,
just to make sure, we ought to--

Why don't you grab yourself
a coffee?

We got this, okay?

Thanks for your help.
[Chuckles]

It's a full moon.
Coroner's Office is swamped.

You mind getting her downtown?

Whatever you say, Detective.

Hey, uh, little help here?

♪

♪ You can holler,
you can wail ♪

♪ you can blow what's left
of my right mind ♪

[Bear barks] [Gasps]

♪ You can swing,
you can flail ♪

[Bear barks]

She may be hot,

but that's one broad
I never wanna see again.

I mean, ever!

You guys never told me
she was dangerous and crazy!

Bad combo.

What happened?

I gave her the atropine

and some demerol
to knock her out.

But she woke up
on the drive over

and almost killed me!

Look-- look at this bruise
on my neck.

So I gave her some more.

How much more, Mr. Tao?

I don't know.
I look like a doctor to you?

Man.

I so don't get paid enough
for this crap.

We don't pay you anything,
Leon.

I'm gonna widen the distance,
fellas.

You take your chances.

♪

Dying can make you thirsty.

♪

For guardian angels,

you two were a bit late
to the party.

Your employers wanted you dead.

So now you are.

I guess Leon forgot
the instructions

about patting you down.

Ms. Shaw,
we're on your side.

I feel like we've proven
that you can trust us.

Trust is overrated.

Toss me your phones.

♪

Like I said before...

just in case
you change your mind.

♪

♪ You can holler,
you can wail ♪

♪ you can blow what's left
of my right mind ♪

♪ you can swing,
you can flail ♪

Well, she certainly
makes an impression.

Do you think she'll call us
a taxi?

♪ You can holler,
you can wail ♪

♪ you can blow what's left
of my right mind ♪

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