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Previously on Human Target...

Good afternoon.

I think, with your friends' welfare on the line,

you give me exactly what I want.

Winston?

You know what to do, right?

Gonna get him back.

Well, Mr. Winston...

You look very presentable.

I am sorry... That it had to come to this.

What you had to go through these last 48 hours

in order to tell me the truth...

I just can't help but think

how much better your life would have turned out

if you'd never met Christopher Chance.

Enough chitchat.

Let's go get my book.

Next.

How can I help you, sir?

Morning...Denise.

I'd like to make a withdrawal.

Certainly. I can help you with that.

How much? Uh...Everything.

I'd like to close my account.

Sorry to hear that. May I ask why?

Well, I'm gonna be leaving town

for a little while.

Relax. I'm one of the good guys.

Chance, they're comin' out.

Denise, would you be a doll

and reach under the counter and trip the alarm, please?

What's up, bro?

Can't let him get to the door.

This could get messy.

Denise, I'm not gonna shoot you.

Just reach under the counter and trip the alarm, please.

What happened? Where's the sound?

It's a silent alarm. You're kidding me.

Well, now that you got what you came for,

answer me one question.

What the hell is in that book?

Secrets, Mr. Winston,

things the world does not need to know.

Come on, dude. It's now or never.

Stay down!

What the hell's going on?

These guys are trying to rob the place.

Keep them covered.

Mr. Chance!

I was expecting you.

Don't do anything stupid.

Just wanna show you something.

So...

You're gonna put your guns down.

And we're gonna walk outta here with my book.

Or you'll be picking up pieces of him for weeks to come.

Winston...

I'm sorry for getting you into this mess.

Sorry for whatever torture

you had to endure because of me.

Most of all...

I'm sorry about Aunt Suzy.

Aunt Suzy?

Oh, man... Not aunt Suzy.

You got him? Yep.

Aah!

Drop your weapons!

Put 'em on the floor!

Down. Put 'em down!

Ehh!

Stop, dude!

Drop 'em!

Smart.

You gotta get this thing off me, man.

I don't wanna die.

You know how to diffuse it?

No.

Either way, this is good-bye.

What?

You ready?

I'm ready.

Chance.

Chance!

We gotta get out of here.

Wait! Where's Chance?

That's it for Chance, bro.

What are you talking about?

What do you mean? He's gone.

Dude got too attached.

That's the last you're ever gonna see of Chance.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, Winston. Let's get outta here.

Left you too, huh?

You boys looking for protection?

We're looking for Christopher Chance.

Gone.

When will he be back?

Well, that's a good question.

I work for a single employer, a person of great means,

who is in need of Mr. Chance's rather...

Specific services.

Any idea where I might find him?

I don't think you're gettin' it.

You see, when I say he's gone,

I don't mean he's down in Florida taking some R&R

shacked up with a lady friend somewhere.

I mean gone. Forever.

Might as well be dead.

You could search the end of the earth,

and you wouldn't find him.

Got that?

My employer's very persistent.

Thank you.

We'll be sure to check the end of the earth.

Wiseass.

Wow.

I'll give it to you, Mr. Chance.

When you say you want to disappear,

you really commit.

It's taken me six months,

an embarrassing amount of money,

and more time in a helicopter

than I ever dreamed my ass would spend.

So I have one thing to say to you.

You'd better be worth it.

♪ Human Target 2x01 ♪ Ilsa Pucci Original Air Date onNovember 17, 2010

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♪ ♪

While I appreciate the time, the money,

and the discomfort of what must have been

a very bumpy helicopter ride,

I have to tell you that I'm out of the protection game.

- I'm retired. - Yes, so I've been told.

It's a 30-hour flight home.

Albeit on a private plane.

All I'm asking

is a few minutes.

You get two minutes.

Eight months ago,

my husband was killed in a plane crash,

and I believe he was murdered.

My husband's name was Marshall Pucci.

You've heard of him.

Software billionaire. Philanthropist.

Runs the world's largest charity.

I haven't always lived in an ashram.

Well, along with his fortune,

I've also inherited his enemies.

Mrs. Pucci, I'm sure your husband was a good man,

but if you'd done your research,

you'd know that I'm...Not.

Well, I know that Christopher Chance

isn't your real name.

I know that you used to be an assassin,

and I also know that you're the person

people come to as a last resort.

Charming as Nepal is,

I wouldn't be here if I had any other choice.

You have other choices.

There's a variety of other people you could have hired.

Yes, I have. All of them.

Now I can't leave the house without 20 bodyguards.

The windows in my home are sealed shut

with bulletproof glass-- I don't want to live like that.

I want someone who's going to put me in the line of fire...

Risk my life so that I can have it back.

Right. I don't know how you found me here

or who you spoke to--

I'm actually kind of curious about that--

but you should know the people who go into business with me

have a tendency to get shot at, tortured,

or...worse.

I'm not afraid.

That's what they all say.

I'm not like your other clients.

Your two minutes are up.

I can't imagine what brings a man like you to an ashram.

But I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for.

Thank you for your time.

You know, I thought you'd be different.

- Taller? - No.

- Younger? - No. Braver.

Mrs. Pucci.

Did you say private plane?

Mrs. Pucci,

this is Laverne Winston.

His former partner before he went on vacation.

Pleasure.

I apologize for the condition of our office, Mrs. Pucci.

We recently had a break-in-- it's been six months.

You haven't replaced the windows yet?

You have to excuse my partner.

He doesn't really comprehend

the basic principles of business.

You see, when the asset just runs off to an ashram,

well, then there are no clients

and therefore no revenue,

and thus, no windows.

Except now you do have a client.

Yes, of course. So Mrs. Pucci,

tell us, why do you think someone's trying to kill you?

I was in Geneva on my way to Africa

when my husband called at the last moment

and told me not to come.

He...hired Peter here to watch over me.

I thought he was being paranoid.

The last conversation we had was an argument

over my security.

Anything since?

Several weeks back, she had a tail.

When we tried to approach the target, he fled the scene.

Killed one of my men. Professional hit.

Okay. This doesn't make any sense.

What part? Well, all of it.

This guy couldn't have been a pro if you spotted him,

but now we're saying your man was killed by a rank amateur.

I assure you, if anyone can take out one of my men,

he's a professional.

Maybe he wanted us to find him.

Exactly. Why?

Isn't that your job now? Fair enough.

So why would an assassin want to be discovered?

Your thoughts.

Let us meditate on that.

In the meantime,

we're going to have to get you exposed to the public,

Mrs. Pucci, get you out from behind

that bulletproof glass and security

and see if the threat re-emerges.

Well, my husband and I usually throw a...

An annual charity event at this time of year,

and it's been vital to the organization.

Great. We'll throw a party

and pray somebody tries to kill you.

Mrs. Pucci, this is a terrible idea.

You'll be exposed to countless threats,

and that's just the guests.

Exactly. We'll just open the door

and let the rats come running right in.

I'm sorry, but there's no way

that just the two of you can guarantee her safety

from hundreds of possible assailants.

You're right. That's...ridiculous.

It won't just be the two of us.

We got another guy.

Talk.

For you, bro, always available.

Just...gotta move some things around.

Hey, dude, welcome back.

Good to have you home.

♪ ♪

♪ I don't need to exist ♪

♪ dripping blue blood from my wrist ♪

♪ I don't need to resist ♪

Well, today's your lucky day, dude.

♪ ♪

It's like a damn security convention

in this hotel. It's fine.

Any hitter worth his salt

will have no problem getting in here.

Hey, you got that little, um... Oh, yeah.

There's the guest of honor.

Mrs. Pucci.

Nice dress.

It's gonna make targeting you a breeze.

I'm just trying to make your job easier.

So...How does this work?

Well, I'm not a big fan of game plans.

I kinda like to wing it.

But if you just remember one simple rule,

everything's gonna be okay.

And what rule is that?

Do exactly what I tell you.

Not exactly my strong suit.

And it's okay to be afraid.

Of course I'm afraid.

What sane person wouldn't be slightly worried

about being killed?

Oh, I see. You're not scared at all.

Do you want me to think you're that brave?

No.

Everyone's afraid to die, Mr. Chance.

Unless, of course, for some reason

they think they deserve it.

Ilsa. My lord, this is ridiculous.

The party's gonna be hell on my nerves.

Listen, we need to go over some ground rules right now.

Shelly, this is...

Her new man. You're the bodyguard.

Yeah, Pete told me.

I'm in the loop on everything.

Shelly's my husband's lawyer.

Um...And your lawyer. As well.

So listen, there's gonna be

major players here tonight, okay?

I need you to be accessible. I need you to be charming.

I need you to be...You.

I think I can manage that.

Shelly...

You can relax.

Uh, not gonna happen.

You pay me a fortune to be a nervous wreck, so...

Oh, it's okay. He's with me.

'Sup, bro?

Hey. M14?

.308. Nice choice.

So what's the plan?

Gonna parade her around the party,

see if anybody tries to kill her.

Beautiful. Perimeter?

Basic in and out.

Sweet ice.

Hot. See why someone wants her dead.

That's Guerrero.

He's got a dark sense of humor.

Shall we, Mrs. Pucci?

Lovely to see you. Thank you for coming.

Excuse me!

What the hell's going on here? Why are you letting

these guests in without checking their I.D.?

What, they tell you their name, and that's good enough?

I wasn't told to check for I.D.

Some things are implied in the job description.

Wait a second. This list is just names.

No photos?

This is the list I was given.

It's not your fault, but it is someone's fault.

I'm gonna go upstairs and find out what the hell is going on.

I.D. Everyone. Got it?

Eyes open, everybody.

The rat might have just taken the cheese.

The perp is female.

Early 20s, blond hair, 5'3" in a security uniform.

Keep your eyes open.

Got it.

What's wrong? Good news.

Somebody here wants to kill you.

Okay, so now what?

Have you spotted the person in the room?

Are they here?

Remember the first thing we talked about,

the one rule?

Doing everything you tell me.

So tell me, what do I do?

We mingle.

Mrs. Pucci.

I just want to say thank you.

The hospital your husband built in Karachi

saved thousands of lives, including my own child.

I am forever in your debit.

That means so much to me.

Thank you so much.

Ah. You speak punjabi?

Yeah. Just enough to order a samosa.

Winston, check him out.

That man's a poor villager. Your hospital's in Pakistan.

His dialect was from Afghanistan.

You see the shoes?

A little excessive for a poor villager.

You think he wants to kill me

because of his shoes?

It's just my process.

It's nice of you to open up a hospital, though.

That's a pretty dicey area.

First we overthrew the local mullah,

instituted a new regime, then we built the hospital.

How'd you do that? We all have a process.

Ilsa.

I need to introduce you to someone.

Filthy rich.

Ilsa, this is Lars Nielsen.

Very pleased to meet you. And this is...

Melinda Wilson. Pleasure.

I can't tell you what an honor it is

to meet you--everything about you I love.

No, seriously, your fashion sense,

your generosity.

Pakistani guy's clean.

He was born in Afghanistan. Shoes are his brother's.

Meeting you is a really big deal for me.

Oh, it's lovely to meet you too.

Let's go.

Brunette.

Gray dress. That's your security girl.

Grab her. Be careful.

Look at me. Focus.

You all right?

Apart from you squeezing my arm?

Let's dance.

Listen, something has happened, but I'm not sure what.

Feel a pinprick? No.

Look, there's nothing wrong with my arm.

What about this ring?

My husband gave it to me two days before he was killed.

Is there something wrong?

Yes. No.

Maybe.

I don't know what it is yet.

Don't run.

I hate it when they make me run.

Hey!

East staircase.

Moving fast.

You sayin' you need a little help there, Winston?

I'm simply describing the perpetrator

and approximate speed of travel, wiseass.

I'll get her. Yeah, no doubt.

If she stops for a bite to eat, you'll catch her.

Hey--freeze!

That was a warning shot.

You take another step, it'll be your last.

Help! I think that guy's trying to kill me!

Get out of the way!

Are you security?

Oh, my God, there's a guy coming down the stairs right now.

He's got a gun. I think he's trying to kill me.

Oh, my God, w-where? Back there?

Uh-huh.

Hey, you didn't...

I didn't... Need your help.

Course not.

We got her.

We may have the suspect.

Found a pink diamond on the girl.

It's Ilsa's ring.

The girl must have switched them out.

Question is why.

Get down.

They're not hitting anything.

Isn't that a good thing?

Get down! Are you mad?

Either the sniper is blind

or he's not trying to kill you.

You all right?

Chance, we gotta get her out of here!

That's exactly what they want. This is some kind of diversion.

We can't risk your life on his guess.

Ilsa, the safest place for you to be right now

is right here.

Let's go.

Hold it right there! Whoa, whoa.

I've lost Ilsa. She's in the elevator.

On it.

Guerrero, talk to me.

What happened?

They got her, dude.

Chance, they got her.

Nice digs.

So what's the deal here?

You guys aren't cops.

You're above the law?

Seriously, I'm really digging the whole tough guy bit.

It's hot.

You stole this ring off a woman

who's been kidnapped.

How painful do you want this to get?

Okay. Look...

I think you and I--

we got off on the wrong foot.

What are you gonna do with that?

You gonna hit a defenseless girl again?

Huh, tough guy?

You're going through what I call the five phases of fear.

Denial...Anger...

Frustration, acceptance, and eventually fear.

Now, who hired you?

Her name's Ames.

Lifted her print off the ring.

That's some rap sheet.

Almost didn't recognize you.

You were arrested five times as a juvie.

Remember me?

Of course. Slowest cop on the street.

Yeah, I gave you a shot once to go clean.

Let you go for a b&e.

I see you've turned out well.

Yeah.

You too, cop.

Lose the cuffs.

She'll only pick 'em.

Come on.

Open!

Better use duct tape.

We need it fast, Guerrero.

Hold on.

You're Guerrero?

Sorry.

Listen, I'm gonna have to speed this up.

Need to get to phase five a little quicker.

All right, thanks.

P.D. doesn't know anything.

Car was dumped a few blocks away.

No prints. Nothing traceable.

At least we know that they're pros.

Too bad the same can't be said about me.

Hey...This wasn't your fault.

Look, I know you're trying to be my friend right now,

but it is my fault.

I'm supposed to be one step ahead of everybody,

and I'm the one who lost her.

We lost her.

We are partners, and we will get her back.

Now, what do we know?

We know they don't want her dead.

They probably had the girl switch the ring

to put a tracking device on her

so they knew exactly where she was

so she wouldn't be killed during the shooting by accident.

So she has value alive.

Now, what if it was politically motivated?

Her husband does a lot of charity work

in some very shady east Africa areas.

No, it's not political. There's too many pieces.

Plus, these guys are highly funded.

So it's about money.

Okay, let's play it out.

Can't be ransom. Nobody to pay that.

Okay. Most billionaires don't do their banking

at the local branch. What accounts did he have?

I will see what I can find out.

Also check with your guy at SFO.

See if there's any private planes

that left in the last five hours.

These guys aren't afraid to kill.

Once they get what they need from her,

she's dead.

Look...I want you to know

that I'm not scared.

But I do have a lot of respect for you, so...

I'll talk.

I know.

I'm a thief, okay?

I-I can steal anything.

No safe I can't crack, no wallet I can't lift.

Ever since I was a kid, my dad--

I'm not interested

in your pathetic, predictable life story.

Last night.

I was hired to meet that woman

and switch her rings.

It paid good, and I didn't ask questions.

I didn't know anything about a kidnapping.

No gunshots, no murder--

I'm gonna give you a choice...

'Cause I believe in every human being's right

to being tortured democratically.

Peel your fingernails off with this...

Or shoot you in the kneecaps.

I have a preference, but I'm gonna leave it up to you.

It's your body. I'm telling the truth.

It was a clean switch.

Easy gig.

Okay, you know what? You win.

I'm actually scared now.

All right. Hey.

I won't do the fingernails.

It's too gruesome.

Let's just do the kneecaps.

Okay?

Cool with you?

No, please!

It--it was fat Tony!

He contacted me two days ago.

Please...Don't do it. Please.

Okay.

All right. You can relax.

Unless you're lying.

Then you should be sufficiently nervous.

Pucci has accounts in London, Tokyo,

and Singapore.

No, it's too obvious.

Interpol would be all over those banks.

Yeah. What would you need Ilsa for?

Hey, we got a problem.

Girl says fat Tony hired her to switch the rings.

I'm inclined to believe her.

Why? He corroborate it?

More or less. Fat Tony's dead.

Yeah.

Okay. Thanks.

Four private flights left SFO last night.

One to Aspen, two to Vegas,

and one with a flight plan to Geneva.

Switzerland.

Isn't that where her husband's plane went down?

Champagne?

Can't tell you how many times

I've been on a private plane with your husband,

and not once did he ever offer me a cocktail.

Just work, work, work.

Where are you taking me?

Well, if I tell you, I'd have to kill you.

Sorry. Bad joke. We're going to your bank.

Need to make a small withdrawal.

London.

Not that bank come on.

Think I've been planning this all these years

just to make a few lousy million?

Hardly worth my salary.

I'm a Harvard graduate.

Give me a little more credit than that.

We're going to your other bank. What, Geneva?

That's our private vault, our personal items.

There's not a lot of money there.

Less than in London.

Besides, you'll never get in. It's been secured with--

iris scans. I know.

I haven't switched the biometric identification.

You still need both of us to access the vault.

Oh, my God.

I know you haven't updated security.

I hate to ruin the surprise,

but you just... Keep on prying.

Your husband will be meeting us there.

What?

Care to reconsider that drink?

What do you wanna do about the girl?

Think she's telling the truth?

- Professional opinion? - Yep.

Cut her loose.

I wouldn't do that.

Need to turn her over to the cops.

Girl is unsavable. Believe me, I tried.

No cops. Not my style.

Easy, boys.

Word of advice.

Use both duct tape and cuffs.

Look, I heard you say they killed fat Tony.

That means they're coming after me next...

Clean up all loose ends.

She's right. Might wanna lay low.

If I leave here, I'm dead.

Can I stay here?

Borrow a gun or something?

Hell, no!

Can't trust her.

Oh, really?

'Cause I could be halfway home by now, cop.

Besides, I heard you say something about a bank.

I'm pretty good in banks.

Guys, we know we can't trust her,

but she's got chops.

She switched out a ring right out from underneath my nose.

If we're gonna pull off an Uncle Andy,

she could be useful. Uncle Andy?

Cool. We're gonna need more firepower.

You do realize this gentleman is more dangerous

than the people that hired you?

I'm aware. Good.

We got an understanding. You got a passport?

How many do you need?

Seriously.

Uncle Andy? I don't get it.

How are you guys related?

Bonjour, monsieur.

Bienvenue, mademoiselle Pucci.

This is so lovely, don't you think?

Ah.

I've done my part. Now it's your turn.

Where's my husband?

Deal's a deal.

My God!

Told you he was coming.

Got it.

We can go now.

My husband's briefcase. That's what you were after.

Like I said, Ilsa,

anyone can steal a few million,

but billions...

That's where it gets tricky.

Inside here is everything I need

to become Marshall Pucci.

Or at least have his stuff.

Deeds, titles, account numbers,

pass codes to his banks.

Guy never trusted anyone except you.

Maybe he was right to be...

A little suspicious.

No.

No what?

When I walk out that door, you have no use for me.

Okay, can we just hold off on the drama,

maybe discuss this outside?

If I'm gonna die, I want you to do it now.

Kill me.

What's the matter, Sheldon?

You can have the title, the deeds,

all the money in the world,

but you'll never be my husband.

You don't have the spine.

What the hell is she doing?

She's making her stand.

How do you wanna play it?

Woman refuses to do anything the way I want her to.

Switch to an Uncle Billy.

Sweet. Diggin' Uncle Billy.

I hate an Uncle Billy.

So if I'm just lookin' for some club music,

you know, like, nothing too sceney,

just, like, a place to chill... Just give me a couple minutes

to get into position. Excuse me for a second?

Sorry, guys.

Still here. Not in your family.

What in the hell is an Uncle Billy?

Guard has an access key to the stairwell.

Try and keep up.

Bonjour, tout le monde. Je vole cette banque.

Voudrais, s'il vous plait, sur la terre.

How hard can this be?

There are four of you. One of you shoot him.

The man's got a gun.

Yeah. Slight change of plans.

Need the helicopter on the roof--now.

Block him!

Stay right there.

Take one step, she's dead.

Okay.

Let's just calm down here. We can work this out.

Yes, we can.

Provided you put the gun down.

Promise you won't kill her. Sure. Absolutely.

Can I just ask you one question?

What was your game plan?

Or did you even... Have one?

Not crazy about game plans.

Seriously?

I'm genuinely curious.

You thought to come up here by yourself and shoot us?

Oh, I didn't come here by myself. What?

I brought another guy.

Got him?

Course, dude.

Aah!

You trust me?

Yes.

Sorry, Mrs. Pucci.

You know, normally

we're a lot more professional than this.

No, we're not.

♪ ♪

♪ help me to see ♪

♪ what it's all coming to ♪

♪ crumbs on the table ♪

♪ and mud on these shoes ♪

♪ treading so long ♪

♪ I can't see where we've been ♪

♪ tracks on the trail ♪

♪ and nails digging in ♪

♪ who's to say it's ♪

♪ all for the best ♪

♪ in the end ♪

♪ ♪

You okay?

Fine.

I guess I owe you a debt of gratitude.

After all, you saved my life.

Naw. It's all part of the game plan.

Jumping out of a 12-story building?

Game plan's not for everybody.

I'll give you some... Space.

Mr. Chance.

Why do you do it?

Dive out of buildings in front of bullets,

put your life on the line?

It's part of the job. It's what I'm paid to do.

I don't think you do it for the money.

There's a lot smarter ways to earn a dollar.

I'm not very bright.

But you are brave.

You must have a lot to be redeemed for.

I do.

♪ Who's to say it's all for the best ♪

♪ in the end ♪

All right, flights.

There's a 5:00 that can get us home.

There's two connections.

No connections.

Okay. Oh! Here's a 9:00 but...

Oh, nothing but middle seats.

I don't do middle.

Think I'm gonna stick around,

look up a few friends.

Really? Yeah.

Who do you know in Geneva?

Got people everywhere, dude.

Mr. Chance.

Great. Here we go.

You know, I've been thinking.

I could either return you back to the ashram

or to any other place you desire.

Or...

Why did I think there was another option?

Or you could work for me.

Not for my protection.

I imagine there are a lot of people all over the world

who could use your...

Specific non-game-plan services.

But I could do that on my own.

Why would I want a boss?

Don't think of me as a boss. Think of me as a benefactor.

Someone to bankroll your redemption.

Besides, I've seen your office.

With me, you could do it with a little bit more style.

And your team would have access to my planes, my cars, my purse.

I-I'm sorry. Did you say planes?

Man of my length can appreciate private air travel.

Yes, I could even throw in

some new windows for the office.

Look, I don't know.

You have my word.

I would be an absentee owner.

What's the matter? Don't you trust me?

I was just returning Mrs. Pucci her bracelet!

I'm with these guys!

Part of the team!

Right? Tell them!

I'm sorry I left.

You know, the ashram and all that...

Are you looking for more than this?

Yes.

I was wrong. That'll do.

I don't know if we should have given her carte blanche

on changing the windows.

I think I might have... Wanted to have some say in that.

Whoa.

She went a little overboard.

Oh, I can get used to this.

Only problem is all these extra windows she put in.

You've still got a lot of enemies out there.

You need to stay hidden.

Nah.

No more hiding.

They can come and get me.

I'm not going anywhere.

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