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WEIR: Thank you
for seeing me, Father.

(sighs)

I need help.

And I don't have anyone
to talk to,

and I need to talk.

If I just go over things
in my mind, I...

I... I get lost and I...

PRIEST:
We all get a little lost.

Jesus, I don't mean like that,
I mean lost.

Like I literally can't tell
the difference

between what's real
and what's not.

Somehow,
talking out loud helps.

I haven't slept
for a few days.

Probably not making
any sense, I just...

(sighs)

This time, there may have been
too many possibilities,

too many motivations. I...

(sighs deeply)

I had a friend that...

...he used to help me
get through times like this.

- But he died.
- I'm very sorry.

Is there anyone else
you're close to?

(scoffs softly)

In my line of work,

it's best not to get close
to anyone.

PRIEST:
That sounds lonely.

Look, I didn't come here

for some kind of counsel
or salvation

or Hail Marys
or whatever it is you do here.

I just need someone to listen.

Do you think you can do that,
Father?

Do you think
you can listen to me

and keep it between us?

PRIEST:
Just us and God.

God.

Right.

Well, maybe he can tell me
what the fuck is going on.

♪ ♪

(indistinct, overlapping
news broadcasts)

(indistinct chatter)

(jazz music playing)

MAN:
The only way to make real money

is to take big positions
and move fast.

Hey, is that Strapstetter,
from the Fed?

MAN:
Yes, it is.

But that's not
Mrs. Strapstetter.

- No. (laughs)
- (men laughing boisterously)

(man 2 whoops)

Guy's got a laugh
like a warthog.

- Terrible taste in wine, too.
- (chuckles)

WOMAN (on TV):
No strings.

Have an affair. Gettugether.com

Jacob, right?

Would you mind changing
the channel for me?

- Yes, sir, Mr...
- Weir.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Weir.
- Thank you.

(spectators cheering)

(announcer speaks indistinctly)

(groans) Damn it.

MAN: Hey,
change the fucking channel.

CNNBC, Fox Business,
Bloomberg, something.

Change the fucking channel.

JACOB:
I'm sorry, Mr. Merril.

Mr. Weir's watching the game.

It's fucking soccer, dude.

Spoiler,
it's going to be 0-0

for the next
four fucking hours.

Change the fucking channel.

Hey, it's my team, pal.

Yeah? I'll, uh, I'll give you
five grand, how's that?

You know what? Keep it.
Knock yourself out.

Jacob, it's fine,
change the channel.

Yes, sir, Mr. Weir.

Nate, it set off a flurry
of panic on the floor,

as word got out of studies
confirming high cancer rates

associated with the world's

leading erectile dysfunction drug...

Close on Esper and lock it.

REPORTER: ...Esper-Ethika's
stock into freefall.

MERRIL:
Our whole position.

REPORTER:
I have to tell you...

MERRIL:
I'm not asking for strategy.

Do it now!

REPORTER:
I will be contacting
my doctor.

Wow.
He really doesn't like soccer.

Yeah.

But he makes up for it
with charm.

(chuckles)

Hailey.

John.

(both chuckling)

Maybe the funniest thing
I've seen in five years.

- Right, like, all three.
- (laughing)

(Hailey laughs)

Where you been hiding, Hailey?

I haven't seen you
around here before.

That's because
I haven't been here before,

- John.
- Ah.

How about you?

Oh, I come here all the time.

Can't get enough

of the bloody cow carcass,
wall-street-bro vibe.

(chuckles)

- (sighs)
- No, I'm kidding.

It's my first time, too.

So, what brought you
into this fine establishment?

I'm in from Pittsburgh
for some meetings.

Had some time to kill,

figured I'd have some wine,

you know...

troll the dating apps
for a little fun.

You know,
make the most of things.

(chuckles)

And then I look up
and I see...

you.

- And, well...
- Here we are.

So it seems.

My hotel's across the street.

Well, that's convenient.

I hope you have
a good night's sleep.

Oh, wait a second.

I see what you're saying.

Okay, just this once.
Bartender!

Could you please
bring me the bill

- as fast as humanly possible?
- (chuckles)

TV REPORTER: ...setting
off a flurry of panic

on the floor,
as word of studies

confirming high cancer rates

associated with the leading
ED drug in the world,

sending Esper-Ethika's stock
into a freefall.

The sudden sell-off
triggered a brief shutdown

in trading in Tokyo.

- (chuckles)
- No surprises...

Are you leaving so soon?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Afraid so.

- Coffee?
- No, thanks.

(John sighs)

(rattling)

What are you doing?

You're going to have
to tell Madi

if she wants to get
leverage over me

she's going to have to work
a little harder. (chuckling)

HAILEY:
Huh?

- What the fuck?
- Besides, the job's over.

The money's already
been transferred.

Bingo.

Is that a camera?

What the fuck
is going on here?

Blackmail will not work.

And if Madi was as smart
as she thinks she is,

she'd know that my marriage
was over years ago.

Whoa, look, I...
I don't have any goddamn idea

- what you are talking about.
- Look.

You know, I get it,
it's her business. I'm cool.

What... what's our business?

Look, I was just looking
to get laid.

I'm... I'm not into any weird
fantasy voyeur cosplay shit

or whatever the hell
this whole thing is.

Wow, you are terrific.

You need to leave.

I've done
the Krav Maga workout.

I could break your neck
if I needed to,

- do you understand?
- I do.

And I am leaving.

Hailey, it has been
a pleasure meeting you.

And I hope you have
a wonderful day.

What the hell is happening?

Hey, asshole!

If you really thought
I was blackmailing you,

why'd you sleep with me?

You're kidding, right?

(laughs)

(grunts)

(door closes)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

How long have you
been following me?

Morning, Weir. Got a minute?

Agent Jo Madi.
Always a pleasure.

- I need a word.
- Sure.

(singing inaudibly)

That your new partner?

- She joining us?
- Okay.

Don't start with me, Weir.

My daughter got herself
kicked out of school

and now I'm stuck with her
until my wife can figure out

someplace else to put her.

Hey, thanks for the present.

- (door opens)
- Uh...

You know, you should have
just planted drugs.

A video of me having sex
with a beautiful woman

will just get me a date
at my age.

- What?
- By the way,

the tail that you put on me?

- Mall-cop-level bad.
- Mm. Okay.

You're paranoid and
it's actually worse than usual.

- So...
- (sighs) Occupational hazard.

So, how are you
and the fine folks

down at the FBI Financial
Crimes Unit doing today?

Well, we are extremely busy,
thanks to you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Barry Merril, the very
pissed-off hedge fund manager

over at BlackTerra, called me
after the bell this morning.

Seems he got wind of a rumor

of Esper-Ethika's stock
tanking in Tokyo,

and he sold off
his entire stake.

MERRIL:
Our whole position.

- (elevator dings)
- Wow. That sounds rough.

He get out okay?

Mm, there was no sell-off
in Tokyo.

In fact, he was
the first one to sell.

And in the rush,
the stock cratered

and KOT Capital was there
to scoop it up at a discount.

Are you accusing me
of something, Jo?

KOT Capital is your client.

I don't talk about my clients.

Are you accusing me
of something?

Merril said he saw a woman
talking to Strapstetter

from the Fed last night.

I'm sorry to intrude,

but I hate to see
such an important man...

MADI: A few minutes later,
she sits down at the table

next to his
and starts telling her date

about the tip she got
from her "good friend,"

Alan Strapstetter.

Esper-Ethika's boner medication
causes cancer.

A report's about to come out.

A few minutes later, he gets

a text from his intel people.

It says, "It's an emergency.

Turn on the news."

- So he does.
- Change the fucking channel.

But there was no report.

And there was no broadcast
about it, either,

according to the networks.

WEIR:
Jacob, right?

Do you mind changing
the channel for me?

- Yes, sir, Mr...
- Weir.

Yes, sir, Mr. Weir.

MADI:
Not a real one, at least.

It's sent Esper-Ethika's stock
into freefall.

Close on Esper and lock it.

Our whole position.

MADI: But either way,
it prompted him

to sell and tank the price,

so your client
could make a buck.

- (elevator dings)
- Well...

that's a fascinating story.

But I'm sorry,
I have no earthly idea

- what you are talking about.
- (sighs in exasperation)

Good morning, everyone.

- Morning, boss.
- Late night, Cara?

I'm not complaining.

WEIR: Conference room
in five minutes.

Corporate espionage is
a dirty way to get rich.

Espionage?
What are you talking about?

- I'm not a spy.
- Uh, manipulating people

and situations to influence
markets for client advantage

is... what, then?

Consulting.
Which is not illegal.

- (scoffs)
- And, hey, you and I both know,

whatever these assholes lose
on Wall Street,

they make right back.

So forgive me
my lack of shame.

Who's Tom?

- I don't know. Who's tom?
- Oh.

You're surprised
that I heard about him.

Yeah, it sounds like
a big job.

Listen, I got ears
all over this town.

Again, no idea
what you're talking about.

You'll have to excuse me.

I'm very busy doing
anything other than this.

(Madi scoffs)

Hello. Can I get you
a cup of coffee or something?

- Shut the fuck up.
- Okay.

- (all laughing)
- Guess that's my jam.

LARTER:
Hey, boss.

What if Madi talks
to the bartender?

WEIR: I told the bartender
I had a video of him

stealing from the till.

As long as he kept his mouth
shut and played along,

- I wouldn't show anyone.
- (rock music playing)

LARTER:
But how'd you know that?

I didn't. But don't
all bartenders do that?

(laughter)

Great job, everybody.

Only here for the food, boss.

- Oh. Then it's on me.
- CARA: Wait, what?

Did you just offer
to pay for something?

LARTER:
I think he did.

CARA:
The same guy who makes me pay

for booze at business meals.

Hey, that's a standard
industry practice.

Says the guy who installed

the coin-operated
coffee machine.

Okay, listen up, children.

A little overhead
is the key to success,

and besides,
the creamer is free.

You give homeless people change
and ask for a receipt.

WEIR (laughing):
That's not true.

But I probably would
if I could.

LARTER:
Eh, we're just busting balls.

Do whatever you want

with your giant piles of money.

But, you know,
thank you for this.

Until the next one.

Tom's coming up.

To Tom.

- To Tom!
- Who's Tom?

You're gonna love him.

♪ ♪

(engine starts)

(sighs)

(playing "Wild Thing" on guita)

Wild thing ♪

You make my heart sing ♪

(man coughing)

You make everything ♪

Groovy ♪

Wild thing ♪

Come on, come on, wild thing ♪

(applause)

Way to go, Sammy!

(static crackling)

LIV: Well,
that was quite the performance.

WEIR:
I thought it was.

It doesn't hurt to look like

successful co-parents
every once in a while.

(sighs) Yep.

It's good you came.

I got a meeting
with Valence tomorrow.

About time.

You think
I should talk to him?

Just... no. (chuckles)

Not while he's with his friends.

He really hated you that much?

I mean, the kid's 14.
He hates everything.

But, you know, he blames me
for most of it, so...

don't take it personally.

That's just the job.

Hopefully, not forever.

(clears throat)

How about you? You doing okay?

You look...

Hmm. Tired? Stressed?

(sighs) Like shit?

(Liv chuckles)

Well, no, I wouldn't say that.

(Weir chuckles)

Want to talk about it?

Nothing to talk about.

I'm good. (sighs)

Right.

Well, I think
I'm gonna get going.

Say hi to everyone
at the office?

- I will.
- And...

...thanks for coming, daddy-o.

- Good to see you.
- You, too.

LIV:
Sam?

Let's go.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

...multiple protests
around the country...

- (pills rattling)
- ... as the Shared Data Act

meets resistance
on Capitol Hill.

But the sponsor of the bill,

Senator Nora Everson
of New Jersey,

maintains that sharing
private user data

with the government would
make for a safer America.

Privacy advocates are
against the bill,

- saying there's
too much power...
- (exhales)

...in the hands of private

government facility contractors

with little oversight.

Only a handful of senators

are willing to go
on the record

with their support
at this time,

leaving the bill's status unknown.

♪ ♪

Get out.

(exhales)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

ANNOUNCER (over P.A.):
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is a proprietary associative

and relational
processing engine

able to ingest data
and metadata

from any platform and project,

real-time simulations,
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VALANCE: Turns out
it was a Saudi prince

who got a little
too jacked up on blow,

and put a bullet
right between the horse's eyes.

- (chortling)
- And then he texted

a picture of it to his wife.

God knows why.

Ultimately, there was nothing
to be done about it.

Untouchable, hmm?

Yeah, but we still got paid.

We always got paid.

Whether we deserved it or not.

(all chuckling)

I'm sorry, I have to ask:

Is it true that you hit
Bob Tanaka at Softbank?

I mean, your name is
mentioned sometimes.

You really expect him
to answer that, Xander?

"No comment," John.
Just say, "No comment."

All I'll say is that
I like making rich assholes

pay me to make
other rich assholes lose money.

- (all chuckling)
- Amen to that.

Though, I will say that Tanaka
is just the sort of guy

that John loves to take down.

God, it's so good to see you.
It's been too long, huh?

Yeah, it has.

But...

(chuckling):
I can see that

you're doing pretty well
without me.

(chuckles) It's true,
partner. It's true.

I mean, government contracts,
ad agencies, they just...

they pay a whole lot better

than grinding out an edge
on trades like we used to do.

(hisses) You got out
when the stayin' was good, John.

(Weir chuckles)

You know, last year
we out-billed Palantir?

Wow.

- That's incredible.
- VALENCE: Right?

If you had any idea
how much the NYPD

is paying us to process all
of their data? I mean, it's...

I mean, I know, I know.

It's not about the money
with you. I know that.

Never mind.

Let me show you
what we're up to.

Great.

VALENCE:
Data drives everything.

It's the biggest commodity
there is

in private intelligence.

I mean, big players
in every industry,

not just the financial guys,
they are drowning in data.

And that's where we come in.

We just sort of
make sense of it all.

Of course, you saw this coming
long before anyone else did.

You should be here
working with me right now.

WEIR:
Thanks, but no thanks.

I like my little pond.

VALENCE: All right.
With the right data,

we can predict things
that even you would not believe.

Like Amazon?

Hmm? They can correlate
someone's shopping history

and they will know exactly

what that person's going
to buy next and when.

WEIR:
Cool.

VALENCE: You think
you're shopping for socks,

but they know
who you're voting for and why.

Have a seat.

WEIR:
Is this real?

Seventh century.

BCE, of course.

(softly):
Wow.

So where do you go these days

to get a 2,800-year-old
Gilgamesh tablet?

VALENCE: (chuckles)
That's a secret.

But it doesn't come cheap.

Why? You want one?

'Cause I got a guy.

(chuckles)

Why am I here, Miles?

I need you.

It's a simple job.

Old-school,
flesh-and-blood gig,

the way you like it.

You got a full team here
in-house.

- Why me?
- Listen.

My guys are good
with ones and zeroes,

but they're not what
you'd call "hands-on."

And I haven't got
my hands dirty in years.

I'm just a suit now.

I'm sticking to my pond, too.

I'd rather farm it out,
have it done right.

- I also know I can trust you.
- WEIR: Hmm, careful now.

You're the one who taught me
not to trust anybody.

Fair enough.

The simple fact is that

the client,
who will remain nameless,

would like an added layer
of distance from this one.

And he's willing to pay extra.

How dirty?

Nothing you haven't
done before.

Hear the pitch?

Yeah, let's do it.

Good.

Here's all the intel.

♪ ♪

(siren whoops)

(softly):
Come on.

Uh, shift change.

Maybe get an Uber instead.

- (Weir chuckles)
- Oh, right, you can't.

Because you only have
burner phones,

no credit cards.

Yeah, that's not suspicious
at all.

Well, slap me silly
and call me old-fashioned.

- I guess I just prefer cash.
- (chuckles)

Hey, where's Agent Eilish?

- Uh, therapy. Thank God.
- (chuckles)

Look, I know you think

that you're Robin Hood,
but you're not.

And messing with Valence
isn't worth the risk.

Wow. Jo.

Way to look out.

Those guys
that you got following me?

Tell them I'm heading back
to the office

if they want to get
a good parking space

before I get there.

Hey, that paranoia,

it's gonna trip you up
one day, Weir.

Have a good afternoon,
Special Agent Madi.

(sighs wearily)

This'll be a simple op.

I want to do a variation

on the Odd Couple job
that we did on Benchmark

a few years ago.

Do we have time
for another job?

We've got Tom coming up.

WEIR: Tom can wait.
We're gonna do this one first.

Can we send the, uh, task monkey
for some Thai?

Please don't call me that.

Okay, Kyle. Sorry, Kyle.
I'm just hungry, Kyle.

Okay, stop picking
on the intern.

Pay attention.
You're gonna be graded.

Okay.
Luxbrant is a huge player

in the luxury brand market.

They own a ton
of high-end labels,

everything from
clothing to furniture.

Recently,
there have been rumors,

loud rumors, that they have
been using child labor,

which triggered an investigation

into their finances by
the Treasury Department.

Now, Luxbrant claims
that the allegations

and the investigation
have been engineered

by one of their competitors,
the Banomar Group,

in an effort
to tank their stocks

so the Banomar Group
can swoop in

and pick them up on the cheap.

That just simply is not true.

But Luxbrant needs it
to be true

in order to make
this investigation go away.

So... pretty simple, right?
All we need to do is

suggest that the Banomar Group

and the Treasury Department investigator

are somehow in bed together.

Nothing tawdry,

just a few photographs
to feed the narrative

and squash the investigation.

For that, we get
three percent of the buy price

to split with Arda.

And what's the ballpark
on that?

I'll give you
some perspective.

A few years ago,
Michael Kors bought Versace

for $2 billion.

This will be like buying
ten Versaces.

- Do the math.
- (whistles)

Who needs to be seen with who?

This is Dana Heinrich.

She is the CEO of
the Banomar Group,

and this is Edward Homm,

the Treasury Department investigator.

They do not know each other.

They have never met before
and most likely never would.

It's our job to make sure that
they do and get it on camera.

Mr. Homm has been visiting
from Washington D.C.

He spends most of his time
shuttling back and forth

between the Treasury
Department offices

and the Kettering Hotel
in Midtown.

Ms. Heinrich, meanwhile,
on the West Side,

leaves Westchester
at 7:00 a.m.,

takes the West Side Highway
to her office

at 2 Broadway
near Bowling Green.

He's on the East Side,
she's on the West Side,

they don't know each other,
and somehow,

we have to make it look

like they are colluding.

Any ideas?

Easy. Photoshop.

Hmm, nah. They'll use
cell phone pings to deny that.

It's a trick question.
He already knows.

You already know, don't you?

Well, given the background
information package

provided to me
by Arda Analytics,

I think I have some

exploitable facts on these two.

She prides herself on her
punctuality and hates dogs.

He is a consummate gentleman,

and has his driver
pick him up at exactly

8:15 on the dot,

every morning without fail.

And?

That's it, that's all we need.
Pretty cut and dry.

It is?

WEIR:
Yup.

So...

who's got a valid
class A driver's license?

♪ ♪

(beeps)

On my mark.

Three... two...

- One.
- (beeps)

(brakes screeching)

(brakes hissing)

(car horns honking)

what's going on?

DRIVER: Looks like
an engine fire or something.

HEINRICH:
(sighs) Goddamn it.

(car horns honking)

How'd Hafiz do
with the hack?

I love it.

Elon should hire him.

Check it out.

Stop it. It freaks me out.

WEIR:
Oh, you're no fun.

(sighs) Screw this.
I'm getting a cab.

(horns honking)

- Hey, you on the clock?
- No, pal, sorry.

Hey, you on the clock?

(Indian accent):
Yes, yes, I take you.

- Where you want to go?
- HEINRICH: Downtown.

2 Broadway.

- Where are you going?
- HAFIZ: You said Broadway.

I didn't say to take Broadway.

Sorry, sorry, I'll get you
there very fast. Promise.

- (cell phone beeps)
- Okay, Homm's leaving.

Let's lose his driver.

(Larter knocks on window)

LARTER: I'm gonna need you
to move, my guy.

- I'm picking up.
- Yeah, well,

you're going to have
to go round the block.

- CHAUFFER: Why?
- No standing traffic.

Around the block
or I'll slap a boot on you.

Where are you going?
I need to go south.

HAFIZ:
Ah, good idea! I take 5th.

HEINRICH:
You are seriously
the dumbest cab driver

I have ever met.

(brakes screeching)

Get out of the cab!

Are you insane?

Okay, this is it.

Cara, where are you?

(panting):
Okay. Almost there.

- I need a cab.
- MAN: Yes, ma'am.

Cara, she's not close enough.

Do you have any idea
what I'm dealing with here?

I hear you,
but we're about to lose her.

CARA (over radio):
I'm coming!

- Oh, fuck this. Jesus.
- (dogs barking)

- Oh, oh!
- CARA: (chuckles) Oh!

(giggles)
I'm so sorry. So sorry.

Come on, guys! Come on!

- So sorry.
- (Heinrich sighs)

LARTER:
Hey.

- Hmm?
- You drop something?

Excuse me, ma'am,
is this yours?

(camera shutter clicking)

HEINRICH:
Oh, yes.

Thank you so much.

That's it, everybody.
Melt away.

(dogs bark)

♪ ♪

(Young Weir panting)

(panting echoes)

(woman screaming)

(alarm beeping)

(beeping stops)

(sighs)

(groans)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(gunshot echoes)

WOMAN:
Jonathan, it's your turn.

(whispering):
Just take the shovel.

Jonathan, take it.
Just take the shovel!

Take it. Take it!

(birds chirping)

VALENCE:
Nice.

Clever cover.

You can skip to the last photo
for the coup de grâce.

Oh, there it is.

Problem solved.

Yeah.

I assume
there weren't any hitches?

Buttoned up tight.

Well, I will have Xander

- wire the money right now.
- Thank you.

Don't be a stranger, John.

We should talk more often.

(chuckles)
You know where I am.

VALENCE:
Sure thing.

I'll see you around?

♪ ♪

HAFIZ: So we got a good pull
from her face, lot of hits.

- So, who is she?
- CARA: No one.

Or a very well-cultivated
no one.

Lawyer, lives in Pittsburgh,
works for a non-profit there.

The Homeless Aid Network.

They have offices here, too.

- Income?
- CARA: Still digging. But...

she does have expensive taste,

which doesn't quite line up
with her job.

HAFIZ:
Maybe she divorced a rich guy.

Mm, sexist much?

Could be family money.
Trust fund do-gooder maybe.

What name did you get?

CARA:
Hailey Marie Winton.

(softly):
Fuck.

CARA:
Why are we looking at her?

Testing my bullshit meter.

What else you got?

(typing)

Went to Lehigh,
born in Pennsylvania,

has no criminal record.

You got an address
on the charity?

- (typing)
- Yes.

Up by Times Square.

What was she doing
in Valence's neighborhood?

Is something wrong?

(sighs) I don't know.

I just got a bad feeling.

Wasn't this place built
on your bad feelings?

Fair enough.

- I gotta go.
- CARA: What-- Now?

We have Tom at 6:00, remember?

I'll be back before that.

♪ ♪

(protestors shouting
indistinctly)

(siren wails in distance)

(horn honking)

- WEIR: Hailey.
- Oh.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

How do I always pick
the weird stalker guys?

I'm not a st...

- That's not what I'm doing.
- It is not?

Then what? What is this?

Look, I just need to know

what you were doing
at 35th and 9th.

Are you following me?

- Please, go away.
- I'm not following you.

Please, just answer
the question.

You know what?
There's a cop right there.

- Do I need to go talk to him?
- Hailey, I need to know

- who you were looking for.
- Oh, my God!

I hate dating apps.
I swear to God,

I'm going to smash my phone
for my own good. Look.

I'm going to walk that way,
and you're not.

- You understand?
- What are you talking about,

- dating apps?
- I swiped on you

at the bar,
that's how I found you.

- No, it isn't.
- (scoffs) oh, yeah?

What's this?

What?

That showed up
when I was at the bar?

Hailey?

What?

Oh, fuck.

- (grunts) Help!
- (groaning)

- That guy! Help!

- Hey!
- (choking)

(groans)

- (people screaming)
- (horns honking)

(groans)

(horse whinnies)

(horse whinnies)

REPORTER: The body of
U.S. Treasury investigator

Edward Homm was
found in Queens today...

REPORTER 2:
Police already have the name

of a suspect, John Weir...

REPORTER 3: Homm was murdered
execution-style...

REPORTER 4: Homm, a hero
of consumer watchdog groups,

is well known as an

- advocate for consumers...
- (telephone ringing)

LARTER (on phone):
What the hell is going on?

I don't know.
I'm trying to figure it out.

Well, we got burned!

There's a video of you, listen.

REPORTER:
...Kettering Hotel,

getting into a black car.

Police received
an anonymous video

showing Weir behind

- the wheel of the car.
- LARTER: They cut Weir in!

Valence fucked us.

- You hear me?
- It doesn't change a thing, understand?

It doesn't change a thing.

I'm coming back to the office.

- We just passed Chambers.
- (call disconnects)

- He's ten away.
- (cab screeching)

(engine revving)

Anywhere up here is good.

(explosion)

(groans)

- (panting)
- (people screaming)

(car alarms blaring)

No.

REPORTER: Video from the scene
recovered by police

shows someone
who appears strikingly similar

to a man wanted in connection
to the murder of

United States
Treasury Officer Edward Homm.

- (line ringing)
- The FBI and NYPD...

WOMAN:
Arda Analytics.

- Miles Valence, please.
- Please hold.

(dial tone beeping)

♪ ♪

(car door closes)

(indistinct chatter)

(man talking indistinctly)

GUARD: 30th floor... So go up,
elevator to the right,

go straight up.

- Delivery for Arda on 30.
- GUARD: Yeah, sign in.

Sure. You mind holding on
to that for me? Thanks.

- (beeps)
- That is a bomb.

I have just armed it.
Don't move.

It's rigged
with motion sensors--

you move, the bomb detonates.

If I hear any alarms
or sirens,

I detonate the bomb, understand?

Good. I'll be right back.

(beeps)

- WEIR: What the hell's going on?
- Jesus!

John, you shouldn't be here.

Everything is
completely fucked up.

Were you in that explosion?
What the hell happened?

Cut the crap!

We had nothing
to do with it.

Like you had nothing to do
with that car following me,

or the video being shot,

or the fucking girl!

What girl?
What are you talking about?

Stop lying!

This was not the plan.

Shut up!

- (computer dings)
- The plan is the plan.

Nothing has changed.

So what's next?
Me showing up dead?

(computer dinging)

- Miles, what is it?
- (telephone ringing)

Just give me a second. Okay?

Yeah?

A second.

I heard you.

I understand.

(muffled):
Tell him I had no choice.

Miles, no!

(security alarm blaring)

GUARD (on radio):
Anyone have eyes on him?

♪ ♪

(alarm continues blaring)

- Shit.
- (remote beeps)

(explosion)

OFFICER:
Move! Move!

(indistinct shouting)

OFFICER 2 (on radio):
we're in pursuit
of a white male suspect.

Just detonated a bomb
in Arda's main lobby.

REPORTER:
The suspect was last seen
in the midtown area,

and should not be approached.

Authorities are using
all available measures

to locate the suspect,
John Weir.

Once again,
authorities have identified

a person of interest
in the mysterious deaths

of both tech entrepreneur
Miles Valence,

and Treasury official
Edward Homm.

♪ ♪

(car shuts off)

(keys jingling)

♪ ♪

(chains clinking)

♪ ♪