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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.

2x20
In Extremis

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[Labored breathing]

[Grunting]

[Crying]

I think we're up
against a world of corrupt cops.

They steal the drugs, the cash,

and they kill all the witnesses.

Stills is narcotics.

Yeah, I know damn well what
happened to Detective Stills,

and so does Detective Fusco.

I'll tell you everything
you want to know.

Our new number is receiving
an award today, Finch.

Three decades of teaching

and critical research,

chief of cardiac surgery,

a leader in the field
of heart transplants,

a pioneer in off-pump bypass
cardiovascular surgery.

He has held
the hearts and lives

of hundreds of patients
in his hands.

And today we are proud to bestow
upon Dr. Richard Nelson

the title
of Professor Emeritus.

Sounds like our latest number

has a brain almost
as big as yours, Finch.

If only mine were attached
to a surgeon's hands.

Doctor, scientist, teacher,

admired by his peers.

Seems unlikely
he's a perpetrator.

Which makes me wonder
if his killer

could be in this crowd.

_

[Modest chuckle]

Thank you, Dr. di Matteo,
for those kind words.

Uh, you left out
scratch golfer.

[Laughter]

Uh...

[Chuckles]

I think it was Plato
that said knowledge

is the food of the soul.

In these trying times,

we should heed the words
of Plato,

"He who commits injustice

is ever made more wretched

than he who suffers it."

This injustice
will never diminish

the life and actions
of a good man.

My godson, Calvin Beecher.

Brave to the end.

May he rest in peace.

Present arms!
[Rifles click]

Ready!

[Rifles cock]

Fire!
[Gunshots]

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

So, hey, what's next,
Dr. Nelson?

Do I need a new cardiologist?

Brandon, what are you
doing here?

Come on, it's not often
your doctor gets emeritus.

You deserved it.

Thanks, but I'm not
going anywhere just yet.

One of Nelson's patients
is here, Finch.

Brandon Boyd,
a trader at VAC Capital,

a prominent hedge fund.

Asset management
for high-income clients.

I guess I'm gonna have
to start giving more attention

to my retirement portfolio, huh?

Racquetball Thursday?

You give me a rematch,
I'll pick your brain

about some emerging markets
in the health care industry.

Thursday at the club,
you're on.

- All right.
- Thanks.

- Not so fast, Doc.
- Hey.

If you're gonna rot your gut,

you might as well do it
in style, right?

- '62?
- [Chuckles]

Dr. Rossmore, where did you
locate such a magical elixir?

Oh, I have a patient who owns
a very large distillery,

and he has a new heart
that came from you.

[Chuckles]

- Listen, Garrett...
- Mm.

...about the Philia drug trial,

I'm really sorry about
the board's recommendation--

Nonsense.

It had nothing to do
with the board or with you.

We didn't have the data
to support it.

Dr. Garrett Rossmore,
esteemed colleague

and research scientist.

He now works
for Philia Pharmaceuticals.

Big pharma, he's a drug guy.

Rossmore developed
a new statin to raise HDL

and combat cholesterol.

Made it all the way
to phase three in trials,

until it underperformed.

Dr. Nelson was a member
of the independent review board

that halted the trials.

Potential blockbuster drug
down the drain.

Likely cost Philia billions
in lost revenues,

not to mention six years
of Rossmore's research.

That had to hurt.

I know you had a hand in this.

I know you were
behind Beecher's murder.

You're not gonna
get away with this.

Tell me, Fusco,
how is it everybody around you

winds up getting killed?

Starting to look suspicious.

You're gonna pay for this.
I'm gonna take you down.

You got a bad habit
of forgetting

who your friends are.

Of all your old pals who got
locked up or went missing,

and you're the only one
who got to walk away?

Did you honestly think that
was because you were so smart?

What are you talking about?

Protection.

The kind
you don't have anymore.

See, I hear things.

IAB, they're looking
at your old pal Azarello

on at least a dozen
old murder counts.

That should be interesting.

Past has a way of coming back
to haunt you.

And by the time
I'm done with you, Lionel,

you're gonna wish you were
in the ground with Beecher.

- Ah.
- Congratulations, Doctor.

It's nice to see someone
being recognized

for their body of work.

I should be so lucky one day.

Associate Professor
Dr. Juliana di Matteo.

Came up as Nelson's
research assistant and protege.

But still hasn't made tenure.

- Have you seen my daughter?
- I think she saw me first.

Probably why she left so early.

Oh, uh--

Richard, are you okay?

Your nose is bleeding.

Oh, gosh, I'm gonna
go get something.

Thank you.

Mm.

- Here you are.
- Oh, thank you.

Nelson has
a daughter here, Finch.

Molly Nelson,
registered as a junior

but suspended for a semester
after assaulting

a police officer
during a campus demonstration.

- You need some help, sir?
- I feel a little light-headed.

- I just need to sit down.
- Sure.

I'll get you some water.

Thanks again.

Our doctor doesn't
look well, Finch.

Clammy hands, nosebleeds.
Just hope we're not too late.

Excuse me, Detective Fusco?

Detective Soriano
from Internal Affairs.

We need to talk.

- No, we don't.
- I'm afraid we do.

It's regarding the disappearance
of Detective Stills.

And we're gonna have to ask

for your badge
and your service weapon.

What's this about, Fusco?

This don't concern you, Carter.

No?

I'm your partner.
I think it does.

This got something to do
with Cal's murder?

No.

Talk to me, Lionel.

Why is IAB all of a sudden
putting the screws to you?

You know, I tried
to come to you.

In this very room.

To tell you
about past mistakes I've made.

But you didn't want to hear it.

I'm listening now.

Just chickens
coming home to roost.

Bad things happen
to people around me, Carter,

so you should get out of here.

[Cell phone ringing]

We're not done here.

[Door closes]

Finch, what do you need?

I'm sorry for your loss,
Detective.

Yeah. Thanks.

Just don't understand,

with all the information
you get,

how we couldn't
stop this in time.

It's a question
that troubles me as well.

I only wish I had
an adequate answer.

And I know this is not
the best time, but--

You and John need some help.

Are you kidding me?

Cal is dead, and Fusco's

being investigated by IAB.

I understand that you're upset,

but we have a doctor in peril.

I just need you
to check on a few names.

No. No.

This time, you're gonna
do something for me.

Okay, Detective,
what can I do for you?

You know
that phone cloning thing you do?

My turn.

[Phone rings]

Hello?

Thanks for showing up.

I guess
it was better than that stunt

you pulled last week,
throwing the red paint.

Sorry, dad, but people
have the right to know

the medical school
uses animals for research.

Sounds like Nelson has
some issues with his daughter.

And you have the right to know
that this university

paid for your food, clothing,
and the roof over your head

for the past 22 years,
not to mention your tuition.

Sorry if I disappointed you,
dad.

Oh, damn it, Molly,
that's not the point.

[Sniffles] Uh, I have to go.

We'll talk about this later.

[Groans]

[Vomits]

The Doctor just vomited blood.

[Labored breathing]

Nelson in serious trouble.
I'm going in.

911, what is your emergency?

Hi, this is
Dr. Richard Nelson.

I think I may have
ingested something toxic.

- Sir, you're a doctor?
- Yes.

I think someone
may have tried to kill me.

[Grunting]

[Honking]

You look like
you need some help.

Aah!
You!

I know you from the reception.

- Get away from me!
- Wait, Doc--

- Who are you?
- No--

- NYPD! Who called 911?
- Me.

I called it in.
I want to report a murder.

Murder? What are you
talking about, buddy?

- Who was murdered?
- Me!

Someone poisoned me!

Finch, things just went
completely sideways.

And judging by his symptoms,
we're already too late.

We've received some new
information on an old case.

You and Jimmy Stills
worked together in the 51st?

Yeah.
So did a lot of other cops.

But you two were close?

I don't know
if I'd put it that way.

Oh, and how would you put it?

We walked a beat together
coming up.

He went to Narcotics.
I went to Homicide.

That's the long
and short of it.

Last call!
[Ringing bell]

Hey, O'Neill--
O'Reilly, O'whatever the hell

your name is, give us a drink.

Nah.

You're done.

Come on, it's time
to hit the bricks, buddy.

What are you talking about?
We still got five minutes left.

Easy there, big dog.

That's enough for one night.

Let's get you home.

I can't go home.

She threw me out.

Ah, comes with the job.

Cop's wife.
She'll come around.

Not this time.

She had a lawyer
drop papers on me.

Serious?

Sorry to hear about that.

Yeah, Jimmy, she--

she wants full custody
of my son.

Hmm.

Come on, Lionel.

You come home.
You stay at my place tonight.

The kids will love
waking up tomorrow morning,

jumping on your head.

I'll have Vera
cook up some hotcakes,

banana-chocolate chip.

Throw some Aspirin
in the batter.

Okay, amigo?

You sure it's okay?

What are friends for?

- [Grunts]
- Let's go.

I'm retracing
the Doctor's steps,

and I'm already detecting

low-level Alpha particle
emissions, Mr. Reese.

Not good.

Alpha particle radiation.

It's polonium.

Polonium?

Sometimes used
to make complex tools

in scientific equipment.

Do you think he was exposed
in the lab?

No, it's only lethal
if ingested

and you don't get treated
within the first hour.

Well, the area's contaminated,

but it doesn't appear to be
the point of origin.

What's Nelson's condition?

I'm about to find out.

You.
No, you're that waiter.

You had something
to do with this.

I'm not a waiter.
I'm here to help you.

But you were at the reception.

You slipped something
into my drink.

No, I didn't,
but someone else did.

I was supposed to save you,

but I was too late.

You've ingested polonium,
Doctor.

You're dying.

This is insane.
How do-- who are you?

Nosebleeds, jaundice,
hair falling out.

It's radiation poisoning.

I'm aware how radiation
affects the body,

but how do you know all this?

You were poisoned
a few hours ago,

which means,
in less than 24 hours,

you will be dead.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I-I don't understand.

How--

Who would want me dead?

You would know better than I.

Look, you can stay there
and die in that bed,

or you can get up
and help me find the bastard

who murdered you.

Clock's ticking, Doc.

Who was it?
I need to know.

First we need
to get your affairs in order.

You're right.
I need to see my daughter.

Thank you for your interest.
Thanks, guys.

Hope you can make it
to our benefit.

Molly?
Molly?

Can I have a word with you?

Hey. She doesn't want
to talk to you.

I can handle it, okay?

Wow, came all the way down here
just to chew me out, huh?

Thought you were jetting off
to some seminar or something.

No, Molly, I didn't
come here to argue.

I just came to see
if you were okay.

Really?

Yeah, your mom said you're
making some kind of documentary.

Do you need any help?
Do you need money or anything?

Um, are you feeling okay?

You look a little pale.

No, I'm fine.
I'm fine.

I-I just stopped by
to say, um,

uh...

I'm sorry for...

not being more involved.

[Chuckles]
What, like, in my life, or--

Well, maybe this was
a mistake, I don't know.

- I just wish--
- Why are you here, dad?

Look, I know that
I haven't been more available

and putting my work first.

That's probably
why your mother left.

Mom left
because you cheated on her.

Another mistake.

But the one that I didn't make
was having a daughter.

Earlier today when people
were congratulating me

about my accomplishments,

I-I was thinking
that the thing

that I'm most proud of is you.

That's all I came to say.

Um...

I'll call you tomorrow, dad.

Yeah, sure.
Good.

I would like that.

[People chanting in background]

At first,
I couldn't figure it out.

Stills and Azarello
working Narcotics,

bumping dealers,
stealing their stash. _

Figured eventually they'd slip.

Then it hit me.

They had a man on the inside,
in case they made a mistake.

I don't follow.

They needed somebody
in Homicide.

Your old pal Azarello
from the 51st,

he clued us in.

So tell me,
how did your crew operate?

Like clockwork.

First Stills, he got
the drop on a honey pot.

I'd scope it out,

make sure it was still hot.

You know, then we'd roll up,

flash the silver,
and help ourselves

to the money and the dope.

But if things went south,

that's when Fusco came in.

Azarello's
a lying piece of crap.

The devil's always
in the details, Fusco.

- Tell me about the first time.
- I'll never forget.

It was some rat-infested
tenement over in Queens.

Why you gotta
bring me down here?

You just gotta call it in.

Come on, Lionel, you know

how these things
can go sideways.

Just need a little help
from Homicide here.

Aw, jeez.

As soon as I started lifting,
this dumb bastard tried to run.

I mean, I had no choice.
They're gonna have my nuts here.

Calm down.
Everything's gonna be fine.

Found that piece
in the nightstand.

We gotta figure out
all the angles

before IAB shows up.

Whoa, you're asking me
to cover this?

I'm gonna be screwed.

Hey, whoa, come here.
What's the problem?

I thought we had
each other's back.

Yeah, but what
you're asking me here is--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

When you needed somebody,
who was there for you?

Who had your back?

Look at this scumbag.

Probably slings
to kids K through eight.

- What do you say?
- I don't know.

For a friend.

[Sighs]

Stand over there,
put two in the wall, chest high.

Then, coming or going,
either way, it's self-defense.

And wipe it down.

That's it.

Thanks, Lionel.

[Gunshots]

Well, well.
Look what the cat dragged in.

My favorite arresting officer.

Looking good, Detective.

Skip it, Azarello.

Look, you've been in jail
for over a year.

Why all of a sudden you talking
to IAB about Fusco?

Maybe we got a code, Detective.

Maybe Fusco violated it.

Maybe the question should be
why you're just now bringing up

your partner's past?

It's pretty colorful.

I thought Fusco had

some dirty pictures of you
or something.

Two dead cops.
Two missing.

Is this HR's idea
of a comeback?

Secrets are hard to bury.

And sometimes...

bodies have a way
of showing up.

Tell you what.

You help me out,
I'll talk to the DA.

Maybe he shaves some time off
for good behavior, huh?

You got a nice smile,
you know that?

But you're a little late
to the deal-making party,

Detective.

If you'll excuse me,
I got a date with a sock.

[Buzzer]

[Door opens]

How did it go
at Rikers, Detective?

Not so good, but I did find
something on one of your names.

The asset manager, Brandon Boyd.
He's a trader at a hedge fund.

VAC Capital, I'm aware.

Are you aware they're
under SEC investigation?

Insider trading.

After they dumped
some big pharmaceutical stock.

Let me guess.
Philia pharmaceuticals.

My contact at the SEC thinks

they got a tip
on some drug trial.

Does that help?

Unfortunately, yes, it does.

[Gagging]

- Ever heard of VAC Capital?
- Yeah, sure.

They manage my money.

Well, they're
under SEC investigation

for insider trading.

Insider trading?
On what?

Did you tell Brandon Boyd
that a drug trial

was about to fail?

What? I don't know.
Maybe at the club.

Well, he turned around
and used that information

to bet against Philia stock,

made $500 million.

Son of a bitch.
$1/2 billion?

Off your tip.

You're the leak, Doc.

There's an investigation?

They don't know
the insider yet.

I'm guessing VAC Capital
plans to keep it that way.

Instead they killed me?

You're the liability.
You had to go.

I'm a doctor.

People ask me things
all the time, advice.

You know, that drug
and this diet and--

Oh...

it's just an excuse.

What I did was wrong,

and now I'm a dead man.

All because I couldn't
keep my mouth shut.

You made a mistake.

That doesn't mean
you deserve to die.

You're right.

I need to talk to Boyd.

[Geiger counter clicking]

Mr. Reese,

I believe
I've located the origin

of the poisoning.

It came from water placed
on the podium at his ceremony.

There were only two people
on that service staff.

Me and a waitress.

And I think I know
who hired her.

Time to go track down a trader.

- Ticket, sir.
- Right away.

All right, so call me
about the hold on those shares.

Hey, and the number of
that hot Brazilian model, huh?

[Chuckles] Later, boss.

- Your car, sir.
- You want a tip?

Never get hitched
without a prenup.

Here's a better one.

Don't get in the car
with strangers.

[Tires squealing]

- Hey, hey!
- [Groans]

Dr. Nelson.
What's going on here?

I don't have a lot of time.
[Gun clicks]

And neither do you,
if you answer me wrong.

You met me at the club,
you took me on as a client,

and you pretended
to be my friend.

And I told you
about a drug trial,

and you turned around,
and you burned me!

Wait a sec.
I am a trader.

That's all I do.
I trade.

Yeah, and you triggered
an SEC investigation.

And before they found me,
you poisoned me.

What?

Whoa, guys.

I don't know anything
about that.

- No, huh?
- Look, you should really

just pull over now--
aah! Whoa!

Hold on.
You don't understand.

The boss is on my ass, 24/7.

Either you get black edge,
or you're out.

Black edge?

Inside information
that no one else has,

that's beyond doubt.

We were all-in
on that drug,

but I needed to find someone
on the trial.

Either you get that edge
and turn big profits,

or Lord Vader
cuts your balls off.

So that's why you recruited me?

I needed that advantage,
and you wanted in

to a big hedge fund.

But I swear I had nothing
to do with--

But you were
at the ceremony today.

Yeah, boss man said
to go about my regular schedule.

By "boss man,"
you mean Vincent Cochran?

Look, I've said enough already.

[Gunshot]
Yes! Vincent Cochran.

- And you told him about me?
- I had to.

We got investigated.
He asked if we'd been exposed.

- Said he'd take care of it.
- Where's Cochran now?

You don't seem to understand.

This is not a man
you want to cross.

Have I told you
that my eyesight is failing?

Okay! The lodge!

The Windcrest! Upstate!

I need to talk to Carter.

I need to have my kid
picked up for practice.

As soon as you answer
a few questions.

You know, Fusco,
it wasn't long ago

that I was
a plain clothes detective.

- No kidding.
- No kidding.

But you know what the difference
is between me and you?

- What's that?
- I never murdered people.

See, I know you weren't
just covering for those guys.

You were one of them.

Once you get a taste of that,
there's no looking back.

Fusco, get in here.

- Oh, for crying out loud.
- Fusco, what's wrong?

Can't stand the sight
of a little blood?

Hey, knock it off.
He's good.

Grab a bag.
We got a big haul here.

No, thanks.
This is all you guys.

I don't want any part of this.

It's a little late for that,
ain't it?

Look out!

[Chuckles] Oh.

You see there?
I knew you were solid.

Welcome to the crew, Lionel.

All right,
let's get out of here.

Come on.
Let's go.

Azarello flipped on you.

We thought Stills
was halfway to Belize,

but now we know different.

You got rid of him
because you had to.

All you got is lies
from a dirty cop.

It'll never hold up in court.

Well, you know
what will hold up in court?

Evidence.

You see, when dirty cops want

to eliminate DNA
from a crime scene,

they use bleach.

But bleach stains things.

Like the carpet and the trunk
of the vehicle

that you signed out on the day
that Stills disappeared.

No idea
what you're talking about.

Mm.

Your cell phone records.

You made a call

from Oyster Bay
to your home the very night

that Stills went missing.

Any reason you were
in Oyster Bay

at 2:00 AM
on a Thursday?

Thinking about retiring
out there.

Wanted to look at some land.

You take soil samples?

Domain awareness, my friend.

Satellites,
they're changing the world.

You pick a time and place,
we send you a photo

of the ass hairs on a frog,
or in this case,

disturbed plots of earth

in Oyster Bay.

Which of the four
is it, Detective?

I got two dozen unis
gathering shovels,

a backhoe, and cadaver dogs.

Come sunup, we're gonna
go on a little treasure hunt.

Make it easy on yourself.

Just tell me
where you buried Stills.

I know you killed him,

just like those lowlifes.

You're a dirty cop,
and come morning,

I'm gonna dig up your sins.

You wanted to talk?

So...

the questions
you asked me earlier--

the ones I didn't answer.

I didn't kill Stills,

but I'm gonna go down for it
just the same.

But I deserve it
because of--

Because?

Because of
the other bad things I did.

You see,
back at the 51st--

All right, wait,
what do you mean,

"the other bad things"?

See, at--
at first, I...

I thought I was helping to
clean up the streets, you know?

Who's gonna miss some drug money
from a lowlife dealer?

Then it became
who's gonna miss the dealer?

Me and...

me and Stills, we were friends.

He was there for me
like a brother, you know?

He had my back.

And then...

then you find yourself
in a situation,

a bad situation
that you shouldn't be in.

I killed people, Carter.

I was a dirty cop.

But, um... since I met you
and our friends,

that's all changed.

I'm not that guy anymore.

You always told me
that if--

that if my past
came back around,

you wouldn't cover for me,
and I'm not asking you to.

I just need you
to understand--

Stop. Mm-mm.

I can't.

I don't want to hear any more.

I don't know
who you are, Lionel.

[Door opens, closes]

- Doc, stay with me.
- [Grunts]

Just wanted to look the bastard

who killed me in the face.

- Don't give up yet.
- It's okay.

It's time to face
the consequences.

We all make mistakes.

I--
[Wheezing]

Man, hey, did he just die?

[Tires screeching]

Oh, man, is he dead?

Shut up, or you're next.

Oh, my God,
you're not gonna--

Come on.

Come on.
Come on.

[Gasping]

[Coughing]

You can't die yet.

We've got
one more mission to finish.

Come on.

This is crazy.

Hey, you can't just
leave me standing out here.

You're right.

[Grunts]

You recognize me,
Mr. Cochran?

Should I?

I'm the man you murdered.

[Phone rings]

What are you doing about Fusco?

At the moment, nothing.
I'm busy.

After all we've been through,
I thought he was your friend.

I always thought
he was your partner.

Not after what he just told me.

Do you know what he's done?

He deserves to be behind bars.

Listen, Carter,
no one's ever looked at me

as the moral benchmark.

I guess you'll have
to make that call yourself.

I'm a cop, okay?
But it's Fusco.

It's not as simple as that.

I always thought it was
in your book.

Once a dirty cop,
always a dirty cop, right?

You'll have to excuse me.

I have to get back to work.

You know what polonium
does to the human body,

Mr. Cochran?

I have a feeling
you're about to tell me.

Once it enters the bloodstream,

it immediately starts to
break down the immune system.

It seeps into the bone marrow,

so your body can no longer
fend off its own bacteria,

which starts to eat you
from the inside out.

It attacks your DNA,

shuts down
your internal organs.

It's fairly rapid,
but I assure you,

it's very painful.

Amazing you're still here.

Well, the last 24 hours
have been a living hell.

It's a truly diabolical way
of killing someone.

But then I'm just a doctor.

I'm no match for a shrewd,

international
hedge fund billionaire.

Perhaps you
sell yourself short.

Oh, no, I get it now.

You and your firm,
you're not really interested

in medicinal drugs
or curing disease.

You're just a man
who makes money,

even if you have to cheat, hmm?

I'm an investor.
I trade stocks.

But if I know I picked a loser,

I have to dump it.

Either way, I always win.

I've done some good things,
some bad.

I managed to ruin my life,
my reputation.

But I don't deserve to die.

And the SEC will
bring your firm down.

Unfortunately, Doctor,
the SEC investigation

will die with you.

Oh-ho.

I think you mean us.

Uh, your nose is bleeding.

You have $9 billion,

but you only have
24 hours to spend it.

I hope you invest it wisely.

Nice place to dump a body.

But a little snow won't keep
the dogs from finding it.

Let's go.
End of the line.

You know, at the end
of the day, as a cop,

you're the sum
of two sides of the ledger.

The people who want
to see you go down

and the people who don't
give a crap about you.

Now, Fusco, I don't think
anyone gives a crap about you.

Hey, Detective, up this way.

Come on.
Let's go.

Oh, don't worry, honey.

There'll be other guys.
Trust me.

I love you too, sweetheart.

Good-bye.

'62 limited edition.
Your favorite.

Cheeky bastard.

[Sighs]

And thank you.

For what?

For giving me another shot.

At all this.

[Glass drops]

We lost Dr. Nelson, Finch.

He was a good man.

We arrived too late
to save him.

Seems to be
a common occurrence of late.

First Szymanski,
then Beecher, now Dr. Nelson.

Is something wrong
with the machine, Finch?

I don't know.

Then who else are we missing?

Just a matter of time now,
Fusco.

What do you say
you lay down in this hole?

I'll grab a shovel.
Get up there.

Detective Soriano.
[Dogs barking]

Time to face the truth, Fusco.

[Dogs barking]

Sir, the canine
alerted right here,

and the soil was loose.

There was a body here,
Detective, but--

Somebody moved it.

You think
this is some kind of joke?

I know you killed Stills,
you son of a bitch.

What'd you do with the body?

Screw you.

This ain't over, Fusco.

I know you're a dirty cop.

You're wrong about that.

And I'll take my gun
and shield back now.

Any word on Fusco?

Off the hook for now.

My chess partner in prison
says Azarello

had a change of heart
and recanted.

Checkmate.

Good to hear.

That storm on the horizon
that I mentioned,

I'm afraid it's arrived.

_

Finch, where's Bear?

Oh, yes,
that's the other matter

that we need to discuss.

Need some fresh eyes
on a lead I'm running.

You mind giving it a look?

And I'll catch up
with you later.

I had a long night.

Sure, no problem.

_

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