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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.

I 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--
MAN: Don't.

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

He has evidence
he wants to turn over...

...he's got 60 seconds
to give it to me himself or I'm gone.

For the record, I think he's doing this
for the wrong reasons.

I think it's a bad idea.

Don't care. Fifty seconds.

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

I know you're Frank Murphy,
Westland Gang's enforcer...

...and number eight
on the FBI's most wanted.

I know I'm violating six or seven
kinds of ethics rules by talking to you...

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

-You're not what I expected.
-I get that a lot. Thirty seconds.

[BUSHES RUSTLING NEARBY]

[GUNFIRE]

[MAN GROANING]

I'd been working to find and prosecute
the remnants of the Westland Gang...

...when this CI contacted me,
says he could help.

Would you like a seat?

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

You make me a little nervous, you know.
Please sit.

Someone wants your informant
to keep his evidence to himself.

-Any idea who the shooters might be?
-No.

No idea how they knew about the meet.
They're not going away.

My car was broken into
two days ago...

... my trash torn through,
e-mail hacked.

I deal with the worst of the worst
in this city.

But this feels different.

You're afraid.

The police detail assigned to me
is watching my back.

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

I want someone
who is gonna 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....

Would you excuse me
for just a moment? Thank you.

[GUNFIRE AND
HORSES WHINNYING ON TV]

What--? What the--? Why are you--?

The client I told you about
is downstairs.

The assistant DA?

[TV SHUTS OFF]

Oh, yeah. Okay.

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

I get that in your world,
a guy can take a nap in the afternoon...

...and wake up underneath a pile of food
with a client waiting downstairs.

My world requires more planning.

So do you mind coming down
and maybe we can close this job?

No worries.

Sorry to bother you.

[DOG GRUNTS]

No. This one's mine.

This is Christopher Chance,
my security specialist.

He's going to be with you.

There is no one in the world
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 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 complicated answer. You see--
-So who's your CI?

-Excuse me?
-You got hit over a meeting with a CI.

-Who was it?
-The C stands for "confidential."

Oh. Is that what that stands for?

The thing is, you had guys
with assault rifles shooting at you.

They don't seem to be going away.
We refer to that as a serious problem.

You have to ask
what's more important...

... 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, no loose ends.
But I can't do that unless you let me.

-The CI 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 CI?
-Don't ask me why.

Maybe a guilty conscience,
maybe to settle a score, maybe he's bored.

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

-Excuse me?
-There are other lawyers in your office.

-Why pick you?
-I'm the one going after his old soldiers.

Who else is he gonna call?

Are you going to take my case?

Between Whitey and whoever it was
that mounted the assault...

...I think you're pretty screwed.

Of course we're gonna take your case.

CHANCE: Last time those guys shot at you
was your first meeting with Whitey.

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

RUSSO: 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.

I'm gonna go in there, tell them
about the meet and establish my cover.

-From then on, I won't leave your side.
RUSSO: Okay.

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

CHANCE:
Hey. It's gonna 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.

So you're here to dictate the terms.

Term number one, all meetings happen
at a place of my client's choosing.

Term two, full blanket immunity
from prosecution.

Most importantly, number three,
my client will deal with Ms. Russo only.

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

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Where do you get off?

I'm Allyson's supervisor.

-I will take part in any meeting--
-He doesn't like you.

-Excuse me?
-You're excused.

This office has leaks
for as long as you've been here.

He sees evidence
of a character defect.

Even if I agree,
the immunity deal will never hold up.

-It will.
-Why don't you let me talk to him?

-I can talk to him and get to--
-Hold on.

I wanna hear how Mr. Nelson thinks
he is gonna get a judge...

...to let one of the most wanted men
off the hook...

...in return for some vague promise
of his testimony.

Please. Educate me.

-Let's just--
-Todd v. California.

State Supreme's upheld
blanket immunity for a gang boss...

... in exchange
for the promise of testimony.

U.S. v. Vazquez.

Similar situation
with a drug-trafficking kingpin.

Judge Cone, upstairs, lead prosecutor,
California v. Lee, same deal.

I'm sure this can't be a surprise to you.
Or can it?

That's why they keep
passing you over for Kent's job.

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?

RUSSO: So you are not a lawyer?
CHANCE: Not that I'm aware of.

Then how did you know that?

-The legal stuff? I made it up.
-No, you didn't.

Harris might not do homework, but I do.
Those were dead-on.

Really?

You have no idea
how many in this building...

-...are gonna be talking.
-Building? I want everybody talking.

We push the issue,
force the bad guys to make a mistake.

Yeah? What did you find?

Really? You sure, Winston?

Okay. I'll check it out.

What was that?

When you hired us,
something wasn't right.

Seemed like a slam dunk.
A leak in your office...

...somebody covering,
someone with dirt.

Well, I was right.

There is somebody with dirt,
but it's you.

Your first major racketeering case...

...$50,000 shows up
in your checking account.

Internal Affairs steps in investigate,
they drop the case. A little weird, huh?

-I'm not on the take. Not now, not ever.
-I don't think you are.

You don't seem the type,
but that's a lot.

Anything you're not telling me?

I think I answered your question.

I wanna get you moving,
see who follows.

Try to get the bad guys
to make a move.

GIBSON: We called ahead. Got you a table
where you two will be able to talk.

We'll do a quick sweep when we arrive.
Should only take a minute or two.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Inspector Gibson, I wanna tell you
I appreciate everything you are doing.

Just doing our job.

There is one thing I wanted to mention
about this morning, though.

I know it's probably not my place...

...but it doesn't sound like a good idea
to meet with Doyle again.

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

But there's too much at stake.

If meeting can crack it,
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]:
Three-William-56, report.

You mind grabbing that?

Three-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?

"lf you'd been there, this would be over."
What did you mean?

Well,
we could've surveyed the meet...

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

You could've kept eyes on the bridge,
made sure that it was clear.

Exactly.

You didn't mention the meet took place
on a bridge in your report, did you?

-No.
-It seems to me Inspector Gibson knew.

Did it seem that way?

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.

[GRUNTING AND SHOUTING]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

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

Why? I don't understand.
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.

I'm being protected by a guy
who just strangled someone...

...and then threw him
from a moving car.

And you're now trying to steal
another car.

-So you tell me, am I okay?
-You're fine.

[ENGINE HUMMING]

I'm gonna call my office, end this.

-This is Allyson.
-Put the phone down.

We need to go.
Give it to me. Get in the car.

How did you know?

-They're tracking me?
-Using you to get to Whitey.

Not bad, 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.

Start removing pieces
till we can nail it down.

-What are you doing?
-You told me to.

I said remove it from the tracker,
not throw it out.

-I guess it wasn't the phone.
-Guess not.

-Next step, take your clothes off.
-Excuse me?

Clothes off. There's a tracker on you.
Never lose these guys unless we find it.

-You're kidding me.
-I'm really not.

Call my office.

Cops tried to kill you.
I'm not sure who we can trust.

It's me. I've got another development.
The gunmen on the bridge were cops.

They blew their chance at Whitey,
but they got assigned to her security.

I got names and badge numbers,
including an inspector named Wes Gibson.

Only five cops probably isn't just five.
There's a chance there's more iceberg.

Still got that buddy in IA?

Yeah. I'll call him now.

Why don't they use their sirens?

Why make a scene
when he's got the tracker?

Gibson knows he won't lose us.
Knows we can't run forever.

He can just hang back,
wait for us to stop, then they got us.

Eyes forward, please.

This is bad.

The tracker is still pointing at me.

I was afraid of that.

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

-In me? That sounds like a problem.
-Yeah, it does.

I know somebody who can help us.
We need to stall for a little bit of time.

-What are you doing?
-I'd suggest a seat belt.

-I don't like this. I really don't.
-We haven't gotten to the good part.

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

-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.
-Just finished shampooing my car.

So somebody's tracking you?

-Why isn't she naked yet?
-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.

WINSTON:
Al, hey.

How are you doing? Good to see you.
Thanks for coming down to see me.

What's so important
you couldn't talk over the phone?

My client's kind of in the thick of it.
She's got a couple dirty cops on her tail.

Trying to figure
how deep the thing goes.

-Give me a name and I can get into it.
-Wes Gibson.

[SIGHS]

-Who's your client?
-An ADA. Russo.

She contacted Whitey Doyle,
had him ready to talk.

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

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.

What are you afraid of, man?

Doyle had his fingers
in every corner of city hall.

Cops, DAs, 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 head of that crew.

-Help me take him down.
-You can't. He's a star in the department.

His history with Doyle
is common knowledge.

But rank and file don't wanna believe it.

Or their names
are in Whitey's ledger too.

What am I supposed to do?
Cut this woman loose?

Not for nothing...

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

You know about the investigation
we ran...

-...those deposits in her accounts--
-Hold on. Deposits? Plural?

Someone dropped thousands
a half a dozen times into her accounts...

...just after she became an ADA.

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

If she does she'll be dead
before she hits the station. Come on, Al.

I'm sorry.

Al.

I don't understand
how they implanted a tracker.

I haven't been to the doctor in months.
Even then, it's routine. I hate needles.

What the hell is that?

-Come on, man. Can you put that away?
-What? If it's under the skin, I can get it.

No one is going in
and getting anything.

Tell him nobody is going in.

Let's find out what we're dealing with
before the knives.

Extremities tend to be the easiest place
to sneak these things in.

A quick pinprick
and the thing goes right in.

I haven't been around any needles.

Mm-hm. That's what they all say.

Oh, dude.

Think we got our device.

-Ingested?
GUERRERO: 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 a week.

-Can we remove it?
-Surgically.

We don't have time.

How are we gonna get away
from them?

-We can't.
-We can if we pull over and let her out.

-Not helpful.
-All right. 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.

Nice to meet you.

-Tell me some good news, please.
WINSTON: Nope.

City government is filled with people
who'd love to see Allyson disappear.

Whitey Doyle had dozens of them
on his payroll...

...and they have a lot to lose.

So I need to get my hands
on Whitey's ledger...

...before Gibson does
or this never ends.

Our current situation isn't gonna make it
any easier to get Doyle to show his face.

Oh, and, uh, just to add insult to injury...

...apparently I had it wrong
about her finances.

It wasn't just one incident.
It was a half dozen.

IA 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 hear.

Let me call you back.

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

He'd never agree to it.

-For you I think he'd make an exception.
-What are you talking about?

Somebody tries to put money
in your account once, it's a bribe.

Six times? That's something else.
Are you sleeping with him?

-Just leave it alone.
-I can't leave it alone.

I need to find this guy today.
We need that ledger.

-There's something you're not telling.
-It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. What doesn't?

You have pictures?
He has pictures of you?

What makes him wanna pay you off,
come out of hiding?

He's my father.

-Whitey Doyle is your father?
RUSSO: Yes.

-Sort of.
-Oh, sort of is an option?

No official record of it.
He split when I was two.

Barely remember him.
I woke up one morning...

... my mom was crying.
Never saw him again.

When he left, we moved.

My mom and l
never talked about it again.

-It was a secret, but always there.
-You're going to see him again today.

-We can't.
-Why not?

We'll lead Gibson to him.

They're always gonna be
one step behind us.

The only way to end this thing
is to get evidence on Gibson.

Whitey's evidence.

I can't get to him directly.

What did you do last time?

Frank Murphy, he reached out to me.

But after he was shot
I did some digging.

There's a doctor at St. Paul's
who handles things for Whitey.

Maybe Frank is there.

-Parisian Hotel is two blocks east, right?
-Yeah, why?

-A taxi can get to St. Paul's quicker.
-What's wrong?

Nothing, but we need to buy time.

Let's go.

-Yeah?
WINSTON: You were wrong.

-About what?
-She's Doyle's kid, Al.

This isn't some crooked ADA
getting what's coming to her.

This is a woman trying to do her job,
and she needs help.

Al, you remember when I left the force
I said I wanted to do what was right...

...with no BS, no egos in the way?

You remember what you said to me?

You said one day you'd join me.
Today is that day.

Where is she now?

On her way to St. Paul's
to pick up Whitey's ledger.

She needs to get to the courthouse.

I'll call Pamela Heard.

If there's one judge in this city
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 DA,
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 48 hours,
you got me talking...

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

Saw your underpants too.

You spent your 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.

It's okay to stop running
from who you are.

So far today,
you hijacked a moving car...

...you nearly caused
a traffic accident...

...and you picked a fight
with angry, desperate cops.

Something tells me
you're just getting started.

-What's your point?
-What are you running from?

It's gonna be coming up on the right.
We'll get off right out front.

-How long till they're on to us?
-The tracker shows location, not altitude.

They'll 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 in the middle of something.

This is time-sensitive.

-Wait your turn.
-A minute.

-Wait like I told you--
-There's 600 amps through this...

...so unless you want it too,
I'd watch the sudden movements.

Thank you.

Listen, dude, what do you know
about micro-GPS chips...

-...small enough to ingest?
-I warned you.

-Let the man finish what he's doing--
OMAR: 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.

-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.

As long as that is working...

...and she's on planet Earth,
the satellite's gonna see her.

Why a microwave oven?

There are over 200 rooms in this place.
He's under an alias.

One look at the patient roster
and you found him?

Room 819, 62-year-old Caucasian male
with perforated abdominal tumor.

Uses same anesthesia and instruments
as a gunshot to the stomach.

If I wanted to keep things quiet,
that's the cover I would use.

-But you're not a doctor.
-No.

You ain't done enough already?
Back for more?

The men who shot at us were cops.

Cops trying to stop Whitey
from turning evidence.

They're on their way now.

-You brought them?
-They tracked me here.

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

Tell me how to find Whitey.

Tell me 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 attached to them.

He's your father. He'll help.

She says she had nothing to do
with the bridge.

Give me that phone.

You listen to me.

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.

I'm asking you to messenger the ledger
over to the courthouse.

Are you gonna 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 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.

[GUNSHOT]

I thought I said nobody gets in.

Good to see you, detective,
especially under the circumstances.

Evidence of your involvement
with Whitey...

...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.

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.

-That's what I'd do.
-Marvellous.

-What you doing?
-Trying to figure out this tracker.

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 more powerful microwave source
of the same frequency--

-It gets lost.
-Exactly.

That's good for Allyson.

How do we find the right frequency?

Turns out that might be easier
than you think.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Give me a straight--

I can't believe he did that for me.

I didn't even know him.

I don't think he did it for you.

After 30 years, 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 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]

-Where are you?
CHANCE: En route to the courthouse.

-I need you to turn around.
-What?

The ledger's there, the judge.
Your IA buddy is gonna escort us in.

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Went to the hospital to meet you.

Gibson got to him.
They're gonna pin the murder on Allyson.

They've cleared the area
around the courthouse.

The place is surrounded with cops.
They'll shoot first and ask questions later.

You're not gonna get in.

-How's Guerrero coming?
-He's working on something.

-You want what he's got?
-Yeah. Give me a minute.

This was a bad idea.
We should turn around...

...keep running
until we find a safer option.

There are cops all over town
gunning for you.

How far do you wanna run?

What's the plan?

Tell me it doesn't involve driving
through the front doors.

You ever try that?

It's not something
you wanna do twice.

Put Guerrero on.

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
Ambulance stolen...

-...headed your way. Have a visual?
MAN: I got it now.

WOMAN: If it fails to respond,
you're clear to fire.

OFFICER 1 :
Hey, guys.

-Don't let that ambulance through.
OFFICER 2: Watch out.

[SIREN BLARING]

[GUNFIRE]

OFFICER 3:
Move back!

OFFICER 1 :
Move in! Move in!

Get in position! Go!

Everybody, clear back!

-Look, the decoy worked.
-I won't know who to trust in there.

Trust me.

-You ready?
-Yeah.

[ELEVATOR BELL RINGS]

I'm Allyson Russo.
I'm here to see Judge Heard.

GIBSON [WHISPERING]:
Hey.

We get her out quietly.
Deal with it downstairs.

Go.

Allyson Russo?

CHANCE: Those broadcast the same
signal they're programmed to receive.

Even drown out weaker versions
of the same signal.

Tough break for you.

[GRUNTING AND SHOUTING]

RUSSO: There's proof of all this.
A ledger of Doyle's payouts.

Have someone escort me to my office,
it should be there.

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.

Your problems are over.

They're gonna put you in jail.

Why are you doing this?

My little girl was in danger.

I'm everything you think I am:

A crook, a thief, a thug.

There's never been
any accounting for it.

And it occurred to me...

...that until that,
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 gonna have.

It's time.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

HEARD:
It's for you.

-Hello?
CHANCE: I guess you can stop running now.

Yeah, I guess so.

Will you?

Well, things must be awfully interesting
in your office these days.

Over 60 indictments...

...from Whitey's testimony and ledger,
including Gibson.

-They still haven't found him yet?
-No. Nobody knows where he is.

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.

-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.

It would be nice to have a friend
down at city hall we can talk to.

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

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

What's the matter?

Gibson is still out there.

Afraid he's gonna
come for retribution?

RUSSO:
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?

CHANCE:
We can't run from who we are.

You can't run from me.

[ENGLISH - US - SDH]