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(man)
You can't run from who you are.

No matter how far or how fast you go...

to the ends of the earth and back again...

The shadow of your past is
always just one step behind.

I tried to outrun it--

changed my name, disappeared,

Thought I could leave everything behind.

And here I am, right back in the mess--

such is life.

I'll say it again. Don't.

just go over there and
make sure she's alone.

[car door opens]

He has some kind of evidence
he wants to turn over?

He's got 60 seconds to come out here

and give it to me himself, or I'm gone.

For the record, I told him I think

he's doing this for the wrong reasons.

I think it's a bad idea.

Don't care. 50 seconds.

You've got no idea what
you're into here, do you?

I know you're Frank Murphy,

the Westland gang's chief enforcer

and number eight on the FBI's most wanted.

I know I'm violating six
or seven different kinds

of professional ethics
rules by talking to you,

and I know I'm having serious
second thoughts about it.

You're not what I expected.

I get that a lot. 30 seconds.

[twigs snapping]

[snapping continues]

[gunfire]

[tires squealing]

[tires squealing]

I'd been working to find and prosecute

the remnants of the Westland gang

for four years when this C.I. contacted me,

says he could help.

Would you like to have a seat?

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

You make me a little nervous, you know.

Please sit.

[sighs]

Looks like someone wants
your confidential informant

to keep his evidence to himself.

Any idea who the shooters might be?

No.

And I have no idea how
they knew about the meet.

But whoever they are,
they're not going away.

My car was broken into two days ago.

My trash has been torn through.
My email has been hacked.

I deal with the worst of the worst

in this city.

But this feels different.

You're afraid.

The police detail that's been assigned to me

is watching my back for now.

But I don't want someone who
is just going to watch my back.

I want someone who is going
to root these people out.

I'd like to introduce you
to my security specialist.

He's...

He's actually supposed to be here right now,

But, um...

I'm sorry.

Would you excuse me for
just a moment, please?

Thank you.

[gunshots on TV]

Wha-- what the--

Why are you--

The client I told you about is downstairs.

The assistant D.A.?

Oh, yeah. Okay.

You realize
that assistant D.A.'s

meet a lot of people who
need our kind of help.

I mean, I get that in your
world, a guy can take a nap

at 2:00 in the afternoon

and wake up underneath
a pile of chinese food

with a paying client
just waiting downstairs.

My world requires a bit
more planning, though.

So do you mind coming down

and maybe we can close this job?

No worries.

Sorry to bother you.

No. This one's mine.

Allyson Russo, this is Christopher Chance,

my security specialist.

He's going to be
the man on the ground with you.

Now be assured
there's no one in the world

that's better qualified in personal security

and threat assessment.

How you doing?

Hello.

Now, the way
we operate here

is based on

the ability to blend in.

We let you appear
vulnerable,

use that to our advantage in
order to expose the threat.

Why?

Why what?

You said he's the best, why?

I'm sorry, this is all a bit new to me.

And you have noodle on your shirt.

That's a bit of a complicated
answer, you see--

So who's your C.I.?

Excuse me?

You got hit over a meeting
with a C.I. Who was it?

The "C" stands for confidential.

Oh. Is that what that stands for?

Thing is,

less than a week ago, you had guys

with assault rifles shooting at you.

They don't seem to be going away.

In our business, we refer to that as a...

serious problem.

So you have to ask yourself
what's more important to you,

being able to keep a secret or being alive?

Why me?

I'm not a cop.

I'm not a bodyguard.

I'm just here to identify
your problem, solve it,

Get you out cleanly with no loose ends.

But I can't do that unless you let me.

The C.I. is Whitey Doyle. What?

Hold on a second. Let me get this straight.

The man who led the
Westland gang for 20 years

and hasn't been seen in 10.

Whitey Doyle,

that's your C.I.?

Don't ask me why.

Maybe he has a guilty conscience,

maybe to settle an old score,
maybe he's bored.

I'm not so interested in "
why" as I am "Why you."

Excuse me?

There are 20 other lawyers in your office.

Why did he pick you?

Because I'm the one going
after his old soldiers.

Who else is he going to call?

Are you going to take my case?

Well, between Whitey
Doyle and whoever it was

that mounted the assault on that bridge,

I think you're pretty much screwed.

Of course we're going to take your case.

[victorious music]

♪ Human Target 1x05 ♪ Run Original Air Date on February 10, 2010

(Chance)
The last time those guys shot at you

was your first meeting with Whitey Doyle.

The best way to lure them out
is to arrange a second one.

(Allyson)
This is your plan?

(Chance)
Yeah.

To paint a bull's-eye on my back

and see who takes a shot at me?

At us.

Well, hopefully more me than you.

A lot of people survive your plans, do they?

Oh, you'd be surprised.

(Chance)
Look, I'm going to go in there,

tell them about the meet,
and establish my cover.

From then on, I promise,
I won't leave your side.

(Allyson)
Okay.

Any way you can try and
keep it cool in there?

(Chance)
Hey. It's going to be fine.

Trust me.

Good morning.

Mark Nelson, attorney for Whitey Doyle.

Are you Allyson Russo?

Yes.

Mr. Doyle would like to see you again.

(A.D.A. Harris)
So your client's a fugitive,

but you're here to dictate the terms.

(Chance)
Yep.

Term number one, all meetings happen

at a place of my client's choosing.

Term number two, full blanket immunity

from prosecution.

And most importantly, number three,

my client will deal with Ms. Russo

and Ms. Russo only.

Mr. Nelson, why don't we
discuss this privately?

(A.D.A. Harris)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Where do you get off?

I'm Allyson's supervisor.

I will take part in any
meeting with Doyle regarding--

He doesn't like you.

Excuse me? You're excused.

This office has been full of leaks

for as long as you've been here.

He sees it as evidence
of a character defect.

Even if I agree
to the demands,

the immunity deal will never
hold up. Sure, it will.

Okay, why don't you just let me talk to him?

I can talk to him and get
to the bottom of this.

No, hold on, hold on.

Because I want to hear how Mr. Nelson thinks

he's going to get a judge to
let one of the most wanted men

in America off the hook

In return for some vague
promise of his testimony.

Please. Educate me.

Let's just--

Todd vs. California--

State supremes upheld

Blanket immunity for a notorious gang boss

in exchange for the promise of testimony.

U.S. Vs. Vazquez--

Similar situation with
a drug-trafficking kingpin.

Judge Cone upstairs,

lead prosecutor,
California vs. Lee--

Same deal.

But I'm sure this can't
be a surprise to you.

Or can it?

Maybe that's why they keep passing you over

for Kent's job down the hall.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

Let's all just take a little breather here.

Why don't we let these two
talk this through, huh?

Huh?

Okay, so you are not a lawyer, correct?

Not that I'm aware of.

Then how did you know all that?

The legal stuff? I just made it up.

No. No, you didn't.

Harris might not do his homework, but I do.

And those cases were dead on.

Really?

Fine, but you have no idea how
many people in this building

are going to be talking about this.

The building?

I want everyone in the
city talking about this.

We push the issue,

force the bad guys to make a mistake.

Yeah. What'd you find?

Really? You sure, Winston?

Okay, I'll check it out.

What was that?

When you hired us,
I knew something wasn't right.

It seemed like a slam dunk.

There was a leak in your office--

Somebody you were covering for,

someone with some dirt in their past.

Well, I was right.

There is somebody with dirt in their folder,

but the thing is, it's you.

Five years ago, your first
major racketeering case,

$50,000 shows up in your checking account.

Internal affairs steps in to investigate.

Eventually they drop the case.

A little weird, huh?

I'm not on the take-- not now, not ever.

I don't think you are on the take.

You don't seem like the type.

But that's a lot of money.

Is there anything you're not telling me?

I think I answered your question.

I want to get you moving, see who follows,

Try to get the bad guys to make a move.

We called ahead,

Got you a table where you two
will be able to talk privately.

We'll do a quick sweep of the
restaurant when we arrive.

Should only take a minute or two.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Inspector Gibson, I just want to tell you

how much I appreciate
everything you guys are doing.

Ah.

Just doing our job.

Oh, there is one thing I wanted to mention

about this morning, though.

I know it's probably not my place,

but, um, doesn't really
sound like a good idea

for you to meet with Doyle alone again.

No, it doesn't really
sound like a good idea,

Does it?

But there's too much at
stake with this case.

And if meeting him can crack it,
then it's worth the risk.

All right.

Just saying, if we had
been there the first time,

this problem would be over by now.

(man over radio)
3 William 56, report.

Hey, you mind grabbing that?

3 William 56, en route to Matthew's Grille

with the package plus one.

(man)
roger that.

I'm sorry, what did you mean by that?

Excuse me?

You said that if you'd been there,

this would be over by now.

What did-- what did you mean?

Well, we could've surveyed the meet

and, uh, made a move once the
gunmen showed themselves.

Oh, I see.

You could've kept eyes on the bridge,

made sure that it was clear.

Exactly.

You didn't mention that the
meet took place on a bridge

in your official report, did you?

No.

Yeah, well,
it seems to me

like inspector Gibson already knew.

Did it seem that way to you?

Wow. This is awkward.

Wait a minute.

You two were the gunmen on the bridge

that were trying to kill
Whitey Doyle and Allyson.

Right?

Okay, now this is awkward.

[grunts]
[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching,
horn honking]

Looks like we figured out
who's trying to kill you.

I don't understand.
Why is this happening?

Are you okay?

Am I okay?

Police officers, whom I have spent my entire

professional life trying to defend,

are trying to kill me.

Why?

Why? We don't know. We don't know.

I'm being protected by a guy

who just strangled someone with a seat belt

and then threw him from a moving car.

And--and you're now in the process

of trying to steal another car.

So you tell me-- am I okay?

You're fine.

I'm going to call my office,
and they can put an end to this.

This is Allyson.

Put the phone down.

[tires squealing]

We need to go right now.

Give it to me. Get in the car.

How did you know they were coming?

They're tracking me?

Using you to get to Whitey-- not a bad plan,

Except for the part where
you found out about them.

Now Gibson
has to kill you too.

How are they tracking me, my phone?

That's a good place to start.

Let's start removing pieces of the equation

until we can nail it down.

What are you doing?

Well, you told me to get rid of it.

I said remove it from the tracker,

not throw it out the window.

Guess it wasn't the phone.

Guess not.

Next step, take your clothes off.

Excuse me? Clothes off now.

There's a tracker on you somewhere.

We're never going to lose
these guys unless we find it..

You're kidding me.

I'm really not.

Call my office.

Yeah, five cops tried to kill you.

I'm not sure who we can trust there.

Yeah, listen, it's me.

I've got another development.

The gunmen on the bridge, they were cops.

They blew their Chance
at Whitey,

but they got themselves

assigned to her security detail
after the fact.

I got names and badge numbers,

including an inspector
named Wes Gibson.

Only five cops probably isn't just five.

There's a good Chance
there's more iceberg there.

You still got that buddy in I.A.?

Yeah, I'll call him right now.

[cell phone beeps]

[horns honking]

Why don't they use their sirens?

Well, why make a scene
when he's got the tracker?

Gibson knows he won't lose us.

He knows we can't run forever.

He can just hang back, wait for us to stop,

and then they got ..

Eyes forward, please.

[sighs]

Oh, this is bad.

The tracker's still pointing at me.

I was afraid of that.

That means the tracker's
not on you, it's in you.

In--in me? That sounds like a problem.

Yeah, it does.

Look, I know somebody
who can help us.

We just need to stall for
a little bit of time.

What are you doing?

I'd suggest a seat belt.

I don't like this plan. I really don't.

We haven't even gotten to the good part yet.

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[horns honking]

[exhales deeply]

Not bad.

It's not my first time.

Could you put some clothes on?
It's distracting.

Hey, dude.
Hey.

Thanks for dropping everything to help us.

You caught me at a good time.

Just finished shampooing
out the trunk of my car.

So somebody's tracking you?

We tried that already.

We tried that already.

Interesting. And who are you?

Uh, Allyson, Guerrero. Guerrero, Allyson.

Nice to meet you.

All right, let's get to work.

Al, hey.

How are you doing, man?
[chuckles]

Good to see you.

Thanks for coming down to see me so quickly.

So what's so important you
couldn't talk about it

over the phone?

Oh, my client's kind of in
the thick of it right now.

She got a couple dirty cops on her tail.

I'm just trying to figure

out how deep the whole
thing goes. Sure thing.

Just give me a name, and I can get into it.

Wes Gibson.

[sighs]

Who's your client?

An A.D.A., Russo.

She contacted Whitey Doyle,
had him ready to talk.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Well, wait, what do you mean you can't, al?

This is your job.

Don't tell me how to do my job,

you of all people.

[sighs]

What are you afraid of, man?

Doyle had his fingers in
every corner of city hall--

Cops, D.A.s, judges.

He had people on his payroll at every level,

among them, a handful of cops

that carried out the real rough stuff--

witness intimidation, assassination.

Wes Gibson was the head of that crew.

Okay, then. Help me take
him down. You can't.

He's a star inside the department.

His history with Doyle is
common knowledge in the I.A.,

but the rank and file,
they don't want to believe it,

or their names are in Whitey's ledger too.

[sighs] So what am I supposed to do now--

Just cut this woman loose?

Not for nothing...

But we're pretty sure her name's
in Whitey's ledger as well.

You know about the investigation we ran,

those deposits showing up in her accounts.

Hold on. "Deposits"?

Plural?

Someone dropped thousands
a half a dozen times

into her accounts just
after she became an A.D.A.

Tell her to turn herself in,
hope for the best.

If she does that and the
wrong cop gets ahold of her,

she'll be dead before she hits the station.

Come on, Al.

I'm sorry.

Al.

I don't understand how
they could have implanted

a tracker.

I haven't been to the doctor
in months, and even then,

It's just routine exams
because I hate... needles.

What the hell is that?

Oh, come on, man can you
put that stuff away?

What? If it's just under the skin,

I can go in and get it.
No, no. No, no, no, no.

No one's going in and getting anything.

You tell him nobody's
going in to get anything.

Guerrero, let's find out
what we're dealing with

before the knives come out.

All right.

Extremities tend to be the easiest place

to sneak these things in,

but quick pinprick,
that thing goes right in.

And I'm telling you,
I haven't been around any needles.

Mm-hmm.

That's what they all say.

[wand clicking]

Oh, dude.

Think we got our device.

Ingested?

Certainly looks that way.

They fed it to me?

Yep.

Good ones are, like,
the size of a grain of rice.

Stays in your system for about a week or so.

Can we remove it?

Uh, surgically.

We don't have that kind of time.

How are we going to get away from them

if they know how to find me all the time?

We can't.

We can if we pull over and
let her out. Not helpful.

All right, just let me out. I know a guy.

He might know how to jam the signal.

Call me as soon as you find anything.

All right, buddy.

Nice to meet you.

Tell me some good news, please.

(Winston)
Nope.

Apparently city government is filled up

with people who'd love nothing more

than to see Allyson disappear today.

Whitey Doyle had dozens
of them on his payroll,

and they have a lot to lose

if that ledger of his ever comes to light.

Great, so I just need to get
my hands on Whitey's ledger

before Gibson does,
or this never ends.

Well, our current situation
isn't going to make it

any easier to get Doyle to show his face.

Oh, and, um,
just to add insult to injury,

apparently I had it wrong
about the investigation

into her finances.

It wasn't just one incident.

It was a half dozen.

I.A. just rolled them up into one case.

Somebody tried to put money

into her account
six times

and she kept returning it?

That's what I'm hearing.

Let me call you back.

[cell phone beeps]

We've got a new destination.
We're going to see Whitey Doyle.

In the middle of all this?

He'd never agree to it.
Maybe not for most people,

but for you, I think he'd make an exception.

What are you talking about?

If somebody tries to put
money in your account once,

I'd say it's a bribe.

Six times, that's something else.

You sleeping with him?

Just leave it alone.

Leave it alone? I can't leave it alone.

I need to find
this guy today.

We need that ledger.

And there's something you're not telling me.

It doesn't matter. He's never
going to come out of hiding.

It doesn't matter. What doesn't matter?

Do you have pictures of him?
He has pictures of you?

What makes him want to pay you off,

come out of hiding after ten years?

He's my father.

[sighs]

[tires squealing]

[tires squealing]

Whitey Doyle is your father?

Yes, sort of.

Oh, sort of is an option?

Uh, there's no official record of it.

He split when I was two.

I barely remember him.

I woke up one morning.
My mom was crying.

Never saw him again.

When he left, we moved,

and my mom and I never
talked about it again.

It was a secret, but it was always there.

Well, you're going to see him again today.

We can't. Why not?

Because we'll lead Gibson right to him.

No matter how long we run,
they're always going to be

one step behind us.

The only way to end this thing for good

is to get some evidence
on Gibson and his men--

Whitey's evidence.

[sighs] I can't get to him directly.

What did you do last time?

[sighs] Frank Murphy--
he reached out to me.

But after he was shot

at the bridge,
I did some digging,

and there's a doctor
at St. Paul's

who handles things quietly
for Whitey and his people.

Maybe Frank's there.

The Parisian hotel

is about two blocks
east, right? Yeah, why?

If we get a taxi, we can get to St.
Paul's quicker.

What's wrong with this car?

Nothing, but we need
to buy some time.

[horn honking]

[tires squealing]

[gunshots]

Let's go.

[cell phone ringing]

[sighs]
Yeah?

(Winston) You were
wrong. About what?

She's Doyle's kid, Al.

Look, this isn't
some crooked A.D.A.

getting what's coming to her.

This is a good woman who's
trying to do her job,

and she needs your help.

Al, you remember when I left the force

I said I wanted to be
free to do what was right,

With no B.S.,
no egos in the way?

You remember
what you said to me?

You said one day you'd join me.

I'm thinking today's that day.

Where is she now?

She's on her way to St. Paul's hospital

to pick up Whitey Doyle's ledger.

She needs to get to the courthouse.

I'll call Pamela Heard.

If there's one judge
in this city

that's not tangled up
in this mess, it's her..

I'll take my best men and meet her.

Make sure she gets to the judge safely.

So what's the deal with the money?

Around the time I became A.D.A.,
my mom got lymphoma.

The bills piled up.

And just before it got really bad,

50 grand turned up in my checking account.

Whitey put it there.

And I returned it every time.

I reported it as bank errors.

Why?

Because the hell with him.

He's a bad guy,

a guy I don't want or need anything from.

I sold everything I owned. I went into debt.

And I just barely managed
to cover her expenses.

In less than 48 hours, you got me talking

about the one thing I haven't
talked to anyone about

in my entire life.

Saw your underpants too.

You spent your entire professional life

trying to put people like
your father behind bars.

You lied about your past,
where you came from.

Maybe it's okay to talk about it now.

Maybe it's okay to stop
running away from who you are.

So far today, you hijacked a moving car,

you nearly caused a
catastrophic traffic accident,

and you picked a fight with a city

full of angry, desperate cops.

Something tells me you're
just getting started.

What's your point?

What are you running from?

It's going to be coming up on the right.

We'll get off right up front.

How long till they're on to us?

Tracker shows location, not altitude.

They'll probably search floor to floor--

two to four minutes each.

Let's hope Murphy has a good view.

Hey. Here to see Omar.

Hey, dude. Need some help.

I'm kind of in the middle of something here.

This is time-sensitive. I need you now.

Yo, wait your turn, man.
This'll only take a minute.

You better wait like I told you to-
hey, hey, hey.

There's 600 amps running through this thing,

so unless you want it
running through you too,

I'd watch
the sudden movements.

Thank you.

Listen, dude,

What do you know about micro-gps chips

small enough to ingest without knowing it?

I warned you.

Now shut up and let the man
finish what he's doing--

Hey!

Really?

What is the matter with you?

He'll be fine.

Listen, a friend of mine's been tagged.

I need to know how to
help her disable it, fast.

Fast? Cut it out. Fast.

Not an option. What else?

I don't know, uh...

Wait for it to die on its own,

hide her inside a microwave oven,

send her to the moon.

But as long as that thing is working

and she's on planet earth,
satellite's going to see her.

Why a microwave oven?

[groaning]

There are over 200 rooms in this place.

He's under an alias.

You took one look at the patient roster,

and you think you found him? Room 819,
62-year-old caucasian male

with a perforated abdominal tumor.

The surgery uses the same
anesthesia and instruments

as a gunshot to the stomach.

Now, if I was a doctor

and I wanted to keep things quiet,

That's exactly the cover that I would use.

But you're not a doctor. No.

You ain't done enough already?
You're back for more?

The men who shot at us on
the bridge were cops...

crooked cops

trying to stop Whitey
from turning over evidence

of their corruption, and they're
on their way up here right now.

You brought them here? They tracked me here.

But I don't have to be
here when they find me.

Tell me how to find Whitey.

Tell me how to get my
hands on that evidence,

and I'm out of here.

About four minutes,
they're coming through that door.

what if Whitey won't help?

You have kids? No.

I've Heard you get pretty attached to them.

He's your father. He'll help.

She said she had nothing to do

with the bridge.

Give me that phone.

You listen to me.

As far as I'm concerned,
you are nothing but a criminal

who's never had to answer for
a single thing he's done.

Is there a chance you get
burned by helping me?

Absolutely.

Do I care? No.

You owe me

for what you did.

You owe me.

All I'm asking you to do
is messenger the ledger

over to the courthouse.

Are you going to do it or not?

Here, he wants to talk to you.

Yeah?

Where do you want
the ledger sent?

The courthouse-- my office.

(Chance)
Let's get you out of here.

Give me whatever you got.

There's a good Chance I wasn't walking

out of this place, anyway.

I spent 30 years
willing to take a bullet

to protect the Doyle family.

Like it or not, that's you too.

Hey, pal.

I thought I said nobody gets in!

Good to see you, detective,

especially under
the circumstances.

The evidence of your involvement

with Whitey Doyle is on
its way to the courthouse

as we speak.

And there's no explaining this away.

We're here to take you in.

Do you have any idea

how many good people stand to be hurt

if that ledger comes to light?

The people whose names are in that book

have a debt to pay.

And I don't care how many of them there are.

Maybe you should.

[gun clicks]

[gunshot]

So I should get used to seeing
you around here, shouldn't I?

That's what I'd do.
Marvelous.

What are you doing?

Trying to figure out
this tracker.

Thing about these implants,

they're just basically very
weak microwave transmitters,

so implant puts out a signal,
and this reader tracks it.

So if the little implant is close enough

to a much more powerful microwave source

of the same frequency, then--

it gets lost.

Exactly.

Well, that's good for Allyson.

But how do we find a source
with the right frequency?

Turns out that might be
easier than you think.

Can you give me a straight--
[cell phone chirps]

[sighs]

I can't believe he did that for me.

I didn't even know him.

I don't think he did it for you.

I mean, after 30 years, I imagine Whitey

was the closest thing he had to family.

Murphy did it for him.

You know what?

Let's not do this like family
means anything to them.

Whitey walked out on his actual family

and never looked back.
Maybe.

Maybe he knew that sometimes the only way

to keep the people you
love safe is to walk away.

Why are you defending him?

I don't know.

Maybe I can appreciate his dilemma.

[cell phone rings, beeps]

Where are you?

(Chance) En route to the
courthouse, about five minutes away.

I need you to turn around. What?

The ledger's there.
The judge is waiting for us.

Your I.A. buddy's going to escort us in.

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Went to the hospital to meet you.

Gibson got to him.

They're going to pin the murder on Allyson.

Look, they have cleared
the area around the courthouse.

The place is going to be
surrounded with cops.

They'll have an excuse to shoot first

and ask questions later.

You're not going to get in the front door.

How's Guerrero coming with the tracker?

He's working on something.
You want what he's got?

Yeah. Give me a minute.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Maybe we should just turn
around and keep running

until we can find a safer option.

There are going to be cops all over town

gunning for you.

How far do you want to run?

What's the plan?

Please tell me it doesn't
involve driving the ambulance

right through the front
doors of the building.

You ever try that?

Trust me, it's not something
you want to do twice.

[cell phone beeps]

Put Guerrero on.

(woman over radio)
Ambulance reported stolen.

It's headed your way.
Do you have a visual?

(man on radio)
Yeah, I got it now.

(woman) If it fails to
respond, you're clear to fire.

Hey, guys.

Don't let
that ambulance through.

[siren wailing]

[gunfire]

[siren stops]

Look at that. The decoy worked.

I won't know who to trust in there.

Trust me.

You ready?

Yeah.

(man)
Yeah, right down over there.

[elevator bell dings]

I'm Allyson Russo.

I'm here to see judge Heard.

We'll get her out quietly.
Deal with it downstairs.

Go.

Allyson Russo?

[door closes]

(Chance) Bet you
didn't know those things

could broadcast
the same signal

they're programmed
to receive,

Even drown out
weaker versions

of the same signal.

Tough break for you.

There's proof of all of this-
a ledger of Doyle's payouts.

If you could have someone
escort me to my office,

it should be there.

There's no evidence in your office.

Your evidence walked into my
office about 20 minutes ago.

Hello, Allyson.

I brought the ledger...

corroborated everything with the judge here.

I think your problems are over.

They're going to put you in jail.

Why are you doing this?

My little girl was in danger.

Oh...

I'm everything you think I am--

z crook, a thief, a thug.

There's never been any
accounting for any of it.

And it occurred to me that, uh...

until that happens,
there's one thing I can never be.

I'm 66 years old.

I-I don't know how many
more kicks at the can

I'm going to have.

It's time.

[phone ringing]

(Heard)
It's for you.

Hello?

(Chance) So I guess
you can stop running now.

Yeah, I guess so.

Will you?

(Winston)
Wow.

Things must be awfully interesting

in your office these days.

Over 60 indictments from
Whitey's testimony and ledger,

including Gibson and his crew.

They still haven't found him yet, huh?

No, nobody knows where he is.

There's a warrant out for his arrest,

but he could be halfway
around the world by now.

Bye, dude.

What exactly is his story?

I honestly couldn't tell you.

So what do I owe you?

Oh, don't worry about that.
It's been taken care of. What?

By who?

No, no. No, I can't. Oh, sure you can.

It's the least a man can
do for his daughter.

Besides, it'd be nice

to have a friend down at city hall

we can talk to from time to time.

Everybody we know down there
is about to go to jail, so...

What's the matter?

Gibson is still out there.

Afraid he's going to come
after you for retribution?

(Allyson)
I'm worried that this isn't over.

There's something you ought
to know about my associate.

He doesn't like loose ends

Can you explain something
to me about your associate?

He's not a lawyer, he's not a doctor,

and he's certainly not a cop.

What the hell is he?

You can't run from who you are.

You can't run from me.