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BEN:
No one's ever succeeded

in toppling a democracy
as big and strong as ours,

but Crowley smells
an opportunity.

This data intel business

that you built--
he'll be attracted to that.

But you two
have to stage a breakup.

-This was not the plan.
-Shut up!

Valence, no!

LARTER:
Valence fucked us!

MADI:
What happened up there?

THE INTERN:
It was just...
it was really sudden.

I mean, were there
other people there?

And John Weir-- where was he?

THE INTERN:
It's so hard to remember.

I have a source
deep in the government.

He thinks Edward Homm was killed

because he got too close
to something big.

Was it Crowley?
Did you stumble on that link?

WEIR:
How do I access

-Valence's comms data?
-XANDER: His password

and his authenticator.
Five wrong tries,

the whole server
bleaches itself.

Fuck!

Your email said it was urgent

we talk at 10:15
about John Weir.

Well, I did not send you
any email.

I...

BEN:
I'm gonna ask you a question.

Show me what's in your hand.

I must be getting old,
seeing things.

YOUNG VALENCE:
These number represent letters,

and they spell one thing
worth remembering.

It's me.

I'm in.

WOMAN:
He's downloading comm data.

-Cut him off! Fuck!
-Got it.

Tell everyone
we're leaving in five.

(phone buzzing)

XANDER:
I'm so sorry.

The plan didn't go
as we'd hoped, sir.

Yes, sir.

-Look, I just need two minutes.
-I'm sorry.

We'll be happy to have
our attorneys contact you

as soon as possible.

MADI:
There's definitely something
bigger going on here.

-How do I know? How do I...?
-(loud thud)

-Oh!
-(people screaming)

Call it a feeling.

(elevator bell dings)

MADI:
Okay, look, I just need
two minutes. That's it.

-Come on, man.
-ASSISTANT: I'm sorry.

We'll be happy to have
our attorneys contact you

-as soon as possible.
-(Madi sighs)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Hello.

I got an order for a... Xander?

(guttural grunting)

(The Intern clears throat)

(traffic passing)

(siren wailing in distance)

-(choking)
-You had one job.

You fucked it up.

(gasps)

(screaming)

(body thuds)

(people screaming in distance)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(indistinct, overlapping
news broadcasts)

(crowd clamoring)

MORGAN SHAW:
Billionaires

bankroll vaccines

to insert nanodevices
into every American,

which the NSA,
using the 5G spectrum,

can use to control us.

If you are one of
the millions of Americans

who believe this to be true,
then you are

a victim of a massive
disinformation operation

intended to distract you

from the real truth,

the real conspiracy.

The real truth

is that a cabal of the rich
and powerful are working

behind the scenes to consolidate

their control over every aspect
of American society.

You buy what
they want you to buy.

You click on
what they want you to click on.

You stare at your screens,

oblivious to the fact

that their hand
is in your pocket.

Wake up, sheeple!

(Weir breathes deeply)

(inhales deeply)

(exhales deeply)

(inhales sharply)

(exhales)

(inhales)

(exhales sharply)

(groans)

(panting)

Oh, shit.

(bottle clatters on floor)

HAILEY (in distance):
Find it yet?

-(switch clanks)
-(lights buzzing)

That's it!

You got to connect
the digital antenna.

It's right there.

How many of these do you have?

Antennas? Just the one.

No, I mean
creepy, secret hideouts.

I don't know. A lot.

I keep surfing
these government auction sites.

-Can't help myself.
-Mm, of course.

You never know how many
safe houses you're gonna need.

I know, right?

So what'd you find?

BEN:
There's no way to tell

who sent that last message
to Valence,

not that I can tell anyway.

-What about the phone call?
-(laughs softly)

Yes. 300 calls went through
the main switchboard

in that time frame.

It's well nigh impossible
to know

which one went to his office.

And short of
calling them all manually,

I don't know
what else we can do.

Well, I guess we're gonna start
calling them all manually.

Oh, Johnathan.

If there's
some secret explanation

as to why your friend turned,
it's not in here.

These are meetings,
billable hours,

-dinner dates, you...
-What about the emails?

No, nothing about anything.

Let me look at 'em.

I know
how to process intelligence.

MADI:
Can you go frame by frame?

(Madi scoffs)

Does it look like he knows
right where the cameras are?

GUARD:
Hard to say.

Oh, stop. There.

Does that look like
a 20-something,

doe-eyed,
skateboarding intern to you?

Hard to say.

You know,
you're really great at this.

I can't imagine how a murderer
ever got past you.

Uh...

BEN:
So, smart-ass,
did you find anything?

WEIR:
Actually, I think I have.

Valence was purchasing NFTs.

Crypto art investing bullshit.

-Mm-hmm.
-So what?

He didn't like art.

I mean, any kind of art.

And he was conservative.

There's no way
he would've made those kinds

of speculative investments.

It just wasn't him.

People hide their true selves,
John.

How much more proof do you need?

I don't buy it.
There's got to be a reason.

Are you okay?

This has hit you hard.
I know that.

You're presenting signs
of deeply entrenched PTSD.

Now, Valence's betrayal
and then watching him jump--

uh, this has set you back.

It's understandable,

considering you saw
your own father commit suicide.

WEIR:
I'm not having a delusion, okay?

You yourself have always said,

"If you want
to understand people,

study their patterns and
the breaks in those patterns."

This is out of character
for Valence,

and I think
it's worth looking into.

So what are you saying?

He had shit taste in art, yeah?

HOMM (in distance):
It's how he was being paid!

You got to be
fucking kidding me.

And you can hear everything?

Except when you mumble.

WEIR: So what do you know about
Valence's NFT transactions?

I want to talk to my wife.

I want her to know
I'm still alive.

Not gonna happen.
Answer the question.

She must be suffering.

I'm not... I'm not answering
until I talk to her.

He's bluffing. No deal.

Let me guess. Those emails are
from a guy named Elliot Gao.

Tell me I'm wrong,
and I'll talk.

No, John, we can't let anybody
know he's alive, not yet.

Homm, right?

You mind if I call you "Homm"?

You seem like a nice enough guy.

You got some very serious people
who want you dead.

When they find out
you're still alive,

they will finish the job,
and they will kill your wife.

Understand me?

They always use family
against you.

You're better off dead.

WEIR:
Look,

the sooner you help us,
the sooner we get you home.

Can I just see her then maybe?

Would that be all right?

How's that gonna work?

HOMM:
This is my Stacey.

She didn't trust the housekeeper
so we installed these.

I wish there was sound.

It's-it's good she's not crying.

She looks s-sad, though.

She look...
she looks sad, right?

Yes. Yes, very sad, Homm.

So who's Elliot Gao?

He part of
the Luxbrant investigation?

Uh, no, he's part of
something much bigger

that I've been working on.

He's a high-end money launderer,

a billionaire who launders money
for bigger billionaires.

Yeah. I thought
she'd be more upset,

but, uh, I...
I'm glad she's being strong.

Yeah.

You are a very lucky man.

So back to Gao.

What is he doing with the NFTs?

It's bad guy 101.

Look, the easiest way
to launder money is

by privately buying and selling
certain kinds of assets.

Real estate, art,
rare wines and whiskeys,

expensive things
that are one-of-a-kind

or non-fungible.

That's the "NF" in NFT.

So there's no real market value
to certain things,

just the value agreed upon
between two parties.

Kind of like using
ten million dollars

to buy
a one-million-dollar house.

Uh, yeah, but with a lot less
regulation and tax scrutiny.

You create an NFT--
a cartoon goat smoking a bong,

whatever-- it costs pennies.

Then you declare it's worth
a million dollars and sell it.

Now you're the possessor
of a million dollars,

legitimately valued
through the sale of fine art.

We can trace those transactions
back to the source.

Uh, yeah, but these transactions
are in cryptocurrencies

and involve multiple
shell companies

in different states
and countries.

And that's where Gao comes in.

He designs the schemes
and acts as middleman

for anyone looking
to move money anonymously.

So, we're saying this is
how Crowley moves money around.

And this is why
he wants you dead?

Can I talk to you for a second?

This is how we find him.

This is how
we get him out in the open.

If there really is a connection.

Of course there's a connection.

This is what
we've been looking for.

If we start messing
with his money pipeline,

he will have to act,
he will expose himself,

and that's how we'll get him.

It's like we found
a thermal exhaust port

for the fucking Death Star.

Is that some nerd thing
I'm supposed to understand?

Oh, God.

Yeah, it's a vulnerability
the rebels discovered.

It's a two-meter wide target,

uh, small thermal exhaust port
below the main port.

-Shaft leads directly...
-Guys, you might
want to see this.

NEWSMAN: Police and emergency
workers are responding

to a fatal incident
involving an employee

here at the headquarters
of Arda Analytics,

where, less than 48 hours ago,
another top executive

of the same firm
fell to his death.

Now, authorities are not saying

whether today's tragedy
is connected to the death

of Miles Valence,
but the similar circumstances

are certainly hard to deny.

Experts have long pointed

to compelling data about
so-called "suicide clusters."

-(phone buzzing)
-But one officer
that I spoke with said...

-THE INTERN: Yeah?
-MAN: What the hell
was that all about?

-Uh...
-Why would you make
such a scene?

Was that supposed to be funny?

Yeah, man. Kind of, yeah.

-Well, I'm not laughing.
-(door opens)

No, but you never really do,
do you?

(kisses)

Look, man, if you want
to send a message

to people telling them
not to fuck up,

they need to know
it's a message, right?

It was a pretty badass message.

Well, do not do it again.

Now, what about
our long-term project?

-Oh, no worries there.
-Good.

NEWSMAN:
Israeli tanks and bulldozers...

Anything else?

(line beeps)

Okay.

Fucking asshole.

What's wrong, baby?

It's work stuff.

Had to get rid of somebody.

Well, that sucks. Who?

I don't know.

I don't really care.

It's just kind of
stressing me out, I guess.

You want some more lorazepam?

(Eliza sighs)

I'm just so sick of
doing shit for other people.

You know?

So, you quit.

-It's not that easy.
-(sighs)

It's good money.

You know, that's how
they keep you under control.

Well, fuck them, baby.

You don't need their money.

You have me, hmm?

(laughs)

(phone buzzing and dinging)

(panting)

(sighs)

Yes.

-Hayden's in Midtown.
-(crowd clamoring on computer)

-Look.
-HAYDEN: Time to raise
our voices loud enough

that they can't block out
the sound.

You want to stop the Data Act?

Then we need to speak up,
and we need to show up.

We are gathering right now!

-Can we go?
-Of course.

-Yeah.
-(laughs)

-What do you have in mind?
-If we can get Gao to think

that he's attracting
the wrong kind of attention,

he'll have to warn Crowley,
who will crawl out

from underneath his rock
to eliminate the threat.

Then bang, we got him.

Gao happens to be
hosting an event

at his place in a couple days.

Send in Agent Jo Madi,

scare him,
wait for the reaction.

-Just like that?
-Just like that.

You'd be surprised what you get
from an anonymous tip.

I can get her
to reach out to him.

And the FBI caller ID--
that'll make him sweat.

-If she doesn't bite?
-She will.

Madi might be
a pain in the ass to me,

but you can always count on her
to do the right thing.

And when she does,
we'll be listening.

Hailey's gonna have to help us
out with part of this.

Her? Why?

(sighs) Because right now,

I'm all over the news,
and I don't have a team anymore.

Crowley thinks you're dead,
and I want to keep it that way.

And you trust her?

(sighs) I don't have a choice.

It's a simple play.
Super simple.

But she doesn't know
how to do what we do.

For this, I can teach her

everything she needs to know
by tomorrow.

And what makes you think
she'd want to do it?

HAILEY (in distance):
I'm so in!

We need to find
a better safe house.

Yeah.

(brakes squeaking softly)

♪ ♪

(doorknob rattling)

(door opens)

♪ ♪

(quiet creaking)

(phone buzzing)

(sighs)

-Anna, what is it?
-ANNA: Where are you?

If I don't tell you,
you won't be implicated

in an unauthorized search
with no evidence. What's up?

I just got an anonymous tip.

Voice or email?

Text. It says Edward Homm

was investigating Arda and
someone named Gao. Elliot Gao.

Elliot Gao.

Get me a number.

You just passed it.

This is your first lesson.

Spies call it "dry cleaning."

Make sure that
we're not being followed.

Nobody's back there.

That Subaru.

It's, like, a mile away.

If I was tailing someone, I'd
want to keep my distance, too.

That's because
you're a twitchy freak.

Yeah.

Okay, dry cleaning. Got it.

What's the second thing

I have to learn
to avoid getting killed?

Tell me something true.

(sighs) Keep it simple.

Your name.

My name is Hailey.

Now tell me something else.

I'm sorry about
your friend Valence.

Sorry you had to see that.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

I appreciate that.

But I meant something more
like a story, something...

something about you.

Oh, a story about me. Um...

Well, um,

before Pittsburgh,

uh, I had a pretty big job.

I was in-house counsel for a
real estate development company,

and... I got fired.

And-and not just fired.
I-I got blackballed.

And you're lying, or at least

-not telling me the whole truth.
-What?

You said, "Uh,"
and then repeated the question.

You were buying time
to construct a lie.

-What? I was just thinking. I...
-And you do this

cute little thing
with your hands

when you're not
telling the truth.

Uh, you know, man,
you think everything's a lie.

You and your crazy-ass dad.

You're so used to
looking over your shoulder,

you think
everybody's working against you.

That's no way to live. It's
probably why your wife left you.

-Whoa.
-Am-am I wrong,

or was she not into
moving houses every 12 hours?

(Hailey sighs)

I'm not saying you're wrong.
She hated living with me.

I'm... I'm just trying
to teach you something, okay?

I'm sorry. I just don't like
being called a liar.

Okay, look, try it again,

and this time, tell me a lie,
tell me the truth.

It doesn't matter.
Just tell me something.

Okay, a-a lie or the truth.

-And you're lying.
-Well, how do you know?

You repeated the question
again, Hailey.

You cannot hesitate.
You have to project confidence.

People can smell dishonesty.
They can smell nervousness.

Even stupid people.

But everybody is a sucker
for confidence.

So is that lesson two?

Yeah.

So what were you
gonna lie about?

I was gonna say you're handsome.

(chuckles)

(laughs)

And what's lesson three?

Always, and I mean always,

listen to the person
in your ear.

(video game beeping)

(buzzing)

What the fuck?

Shit, shit, shit.

Okay, you got this.

(sighs)

-Elliot Gao.
-MADI: Oh, Mr. Gao,

my name is Agent Jo Madi.

I'm with the Financial Crimes
Division of the FBI.

Financial Crimes? (chuckles)

Then I think
you have the wrong number.

I definitely don't.

I want to ask you about
transactions you brokered

with Arda Analytics.

Where'd you hear that?

Well, I can explain it
to you tonight.

I can be at your place by 6:00.

Yeah, no.
Uh, tonight's gonna be tricky.

I'm hosting an auction.

Well, how about
tomorrow morning, then?

My office.
I'll send a car for you.

No, that won't be necessary.

I can be there,
let's say... 11:00.

Let's make it 9:00.

(phone beeps)

Hey, Anna, uh,

I want you to try to trace
that text tip that you got.

Weir's messing with me again.

-ANNA: You got it.
-Yeah. Thanks.

(phone beeps)

WEIR:
Okay, don't walk too fast.

Or too slow.

Good.

So what am I supposed to steal?

I'll tell you
when you're inside.

Right now, I want you
to get used to my voice.

I need you to trust me.

I need you
to do everything I say.

-(scoffs)
-Normally, I'd say,
once you're inside,

I want you
to become invisible, disappear.

That's not gonna work for you.

Why not?

People notice you.

John, are you trying
to compliment me?

No. I just want you
to be confident.

Go on in.

(electronic bell chimes)

(rock music playing quietly)

When y'all close?

We're open 24 hours.

Cool. Thanks.

Did I sound confident?

WEIR:
Yeah, but now
you've got a horny teenager

watching your every move.

You need to find a blind spot.

-Tampon aisle.
-Smart.

How'd you know
he was a teenager?

Squeaky voice.

All right, what's my target?

Okay, it's a puzzle book
by the magazines.

It's called Magic Squares.

Magic Squares.

Got it.

Shit.

Hailey, I don't want you
to panic,

but in a few seconds, someone's
gonna walk in the store.

I don't want you to look
at the door. Use the mirror.

-(electronic bell chimes)
-Keep your head down, eyes up.

Shit. I got to abort.

Abort? Wow. Aren't you a pro.

Do not abort.
You can handle this.

Just listen
to the voice in your ear.

(sighs) You suck.

All right, well, what do I do?

Go talk to him.

-I'm sorry?
-(electronic bell chimes)

Anybody who's gonna shoplift

isn't gonna go talk to a cop.

Talk to him,
and you'll inoculate yourself.

What do I say?

Something forgettable,
small talk.

(coffee pours)

You think
I should play the Powerball?

Huh?

Was thinking about
buying a ticket,

but everybody says
the odds are, like,

a zillion to one.

What do you think?

I don't know.

Okay, good. Walk away.

So...

no opinion. Okay, okay.

Are you gonna buy one?

-COP: No.
-Why not?

'Cause it's a waste of money.

See? I knew you had an opinion.

Oh, my God. You're actually
flirting with him.

I am.

So grateful for your advice,
Officer.

Bloop.

See, I told you.

All you got to do: listen
to the person in your ear.

It was not your idea to flirt.

-I told you to talk to him.
-No, you said

"inoculate" or some bullshit.

I knew how you'd interpret that.

(laughs):
Oh, whatever.

Let's-let's do this thing.

I'm ready.

I think you are.

I hope you're logging off

and resetting the VPN
every few minutes.

Yeah. Yeah.

Is she dancing?

Or is that just the angle?

Oh, it's not the angle.

Why is she doing that?

You sure you're an investigator?

I think maybe you should
turn that off for a while.

I-I... I don't understand
why she's not sadder.

-If-if she died,
I'd be devastated.
-(sighs)

People have different ways
of mourning, and, um...

Someone's at the door.

Oh, it's Kevin.

It's my neighbor Kevin.
He's a good guy.

Probably just
checking up on her.

Oh, shit.

I was afraid of that.
(clears throat)

What the fuck?

What the fuck? That's...

Yeah, I feel for you, pal.

Listen, dying a fake death
is a special kind of hell.

Seriously, Kevin? Topknot Kevin?

Uh, think we should take a break
from this now.

-Well, where are you going?
-Yeah.

Uh, John will be back soon
to pick you up.

Tell him there's a guy I know
who can make sense

of those phone numbers,
and I've gone to see him.

No, wait. Y-You can't go.

Who-who am I gonna talk to?

BEN:
God?

-ANNA: Agent Madi,
I traced that text.
-Oh. And?

No good. It's another prepaid.

(sighs) Well, it should be.

If Weir sent the text,
then he'd have used a burner.

Sorry.
Well, here's a call log anyway.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

-There's an incoming call here.
-Yeah?

Well, Weir wouldn't have used
the same burner phone twice.

Not on purpose, anyway.

Unless he finally screwed up.

Do you want me to trace the...

Please.

♪ ♪

(lively crowd chatter)

MAN:
Why would a bottle of whiskey

require such bleeding-edge
anti-counterfeiting measures?

Rarity.

Six figures for a bottle
of booze might seem a bit stiff.

This is unicorn dram.

Because, in the 19th century,
all Scotch whiskey was blended.

There was no such a thing

as a single malt.

This cask was on its way
to Oban to be blended

when the ship went down.

And this is your opportunity
to own this rare bottle

for an opening price
of only $150,000.

WEIR:
I got eyes on the penthouse.
Let me know when you're in.

HAILEY:
I'm in.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Are you Elliot Gao?

Uh, well, if you're the one
looking for me, then yes.

It's wonderful to put a face
with a voice, Mr. Gao.

Oh, please. Elliot.

How do you know my voice?

-We spoke on the phone.
-Hmm.

Agent Jo Madi, FBI.

Ask him when he started trading
NFTs with Miles Valence.

When did you start trading NFTs
with Miles Valence?

You know, I don't think
I know a Valence.

Sure you do.
He's all over the news,

and you're all over his inbox.

Wow. You must've been great
in a courtroom.

Oh, right.
Isn't that the guy that died?

You do a lot of business
with Valence.

Has his death hit
your bottom line?

Has it hit my bottom line?

-No, I don't think...
-You're about to lie to me.

What?

You repeated the question.
It's a tell.

Okay, now
you're just showing off.

Look, I was not
expecting a visit

from the FBI tonight, okay?
I have guests.

Well, this will only
take a minute.

Okay, then I should get
my lawyer.

No need for that...

I... I'm-I'm sorry.

Um, excuse me, please.

WEIR:
Hailey, what's going on?

I'm walking away.

Why? You're doing great?

There's someone I know here.

-Who?
-Craig Payne.

WEIR:
Who's that?

HAILEY:
My old boss.

Okay, and that's a bad thing?

Yeah. Remember how I told you

I worked for a developer
in Chicago?

Yeah, the place you left
to reinvent yourself.

Yeah, well, I left out the part
where I stole money from him.

-What?
-They're corrupt.

They were evicting poor people

and trying to get me
to cover up for them.

So I pushed back,
and they didn't like that.

They fired me.

And, uh...

And what?

I stole a little crypto
from the company slush fund.

Oh. How much?

Not much, but it was
a few years ago, so,

obviously, it's worth
a little bit more today.

Okay, Hailey,
exactly how much more?

$26 million as of Friday.

What the fuck?

You lied to me.

-I knew you lied to me.
-I didn't lie.

You stopped me before
I could even get to a lie.

I hate being right
about this shit.

How was I supposed to know

that Bitcoin was gonna spike
a thousand billion percent?

-Did he see you?
-I don't think so.

Hailey, you got to abort.

But what about Gao?

What if I leave and he makes
contact with Crowley?

We'll have to figure
something else out.

You need to get downstairs
as fast as you can before

he sees you.

(phone buzzing)

Shit.

WEIR:
Oh, shit.

Hailey, you've got to abort.

Are you sure?

No, no, no. I mean...

All right, which is it,
oh, infallible man in my ear?

You need to abort the abort.
You need to stay up there.

-What? Why?
-Because he saw you.

I don't think he did.

I promise you, he saw you.

And in a related story,

I now know who our friends
in the blue Mercedes are.

(whispering):
They're after my money.

Well, technically, his money,
but yeah.

They just arrived.

What do I do?

Try to stay out of sight.
I'll get back to you.

WEIR:
Homm, do you copy?

-(static crackles)
-Homm, do you copy?

Yeah, I copy.

I need you to meet me
outside the building

-and bring a clipboard.
-Oh, Weir,

Topknot Kevin is still
in the house.

Oh, buddy,
you got to stop watching.

He's wearing my bathrobe.

Homm, this was
your investigation.

You said you wanted to be here.
Do you remember?

What do you think
she's gonna say

when you solve the biggest
money laundering case

of the decade?

Buddy, you're gonna be a hero.

They're gonna give you
a raise, a promotion.

I bet they even
give you a medal.

Meet me in front
of the building,

and don't forget
the fucking clipboard.

Copy that.

Take this.

Put it on.

I want you to hide your face

from the cameras
as much as possible.

Stay calm and do not say a word.

MAN:
You two, stay put
until I'm sure it's her.

Weir, where are you?

Shit.

Hailey Winton?

No.

That's her.

Mr. Gao would like
to speak with you privately.

-DOB.
-DOORMAN: Wait, what?

Hey. Asshole.
You have to check in.

I don't have to do shit.
What part of DOB don't you get?

Department of Buildings.

I'm here to inspect
your elevators.

State law requires
two inspections a year.

You've had one.

The second is happening
right now.

DOORMAN:
But how do I know you're...

You want to impede us?

I'm not impeding.

Good.

We'll be out of your hair
in a moment.

-(quietly): How was that?
-Impressive.

-Let's talk next steps.
-This is exciting.

You're gonna do your thing,
buy Hailey some extra time.

Then you're gonna meet me
in the east stairwell.

-Got it?
-Got it.

(elevator bell dings)

DOORMAN:
Excuse me, sir.

MAN:
We're with Mr. Payne.

Thanks.

(elevator bell dings)

-Hey, what the fuck, dude?
-HOMM: Sorry.

What the fuck was that?

HAILEY:
I realize that TV and movies
make it seem like

FBI agents always
have badges and guns,

but that's just Hollywood. It...

I don't know
who the fuck you are,

but you are not...

her.

That's true.

I'm not an uptight white lady.

GUARD:
What would like me
to do with her?

Mr. Crowley will decide
when he gets here.

Crowley is coming here?

Really?

Crowley is coming here.

WEIR:
Homm, come on.

Hey, what are you doing there?

Department of Buildings.
The elevator shaft...

GUARD:
Department of Buildings?

After 5:00? Since when?

Is he gonna be okay?

Yeah, he's gonna be fine.

We just rang his bell.

(elevator bell dings)

-(alarm ringing)
-(gears grinding)

Ah, fuck it.
Let's take the stairs.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Ben clears throat)

Mr. Crowley?

Shut her up.

I should really just put
a bullet in your head,

but that'll have to wait
till there aren't

a hundred people
downstairs listening.

Now, did I somehow
give you the impression

that I wanted you to talk
to the FBI about our business?

No, but-but she's not even FBI.

No, I'm talking about earlier,

when the real FBI agent
called you.

-How did you know...
-I know everything.

-GAO: Mr. Crowley...
-BEN: Mr. Gao.

Should I trust you?

GAO:
Yes, of course.

Why? Why should I trust you?

Listen, that FBI agent said
she wanted to discuss

the Arda transactions.

And what did you tell her about
our involvement with Arda?

-Nothing.
-I think you're lying.

I think you told Agent Madi
all about our plans, didn't you?

Plans?

(chuckles): I don't even know
about your plans.

Don't fuck with me, Gao.

GAO:
Oh.

Okay, m-maybe I inferred...

Inferred?

GAO:
Like, um... you're not
offshoring your money.

You just are
concealing the source

-from the Treasury Department.
-What else?

Okay, Hailey.

-I'm back.
-BEN: I'm sure you think
you were careful.

But that FBI agent is clever.

More clever than you, I think.

Whether you realize it or not,

she got something from you.

So, what other transactions
did you tell her about?

(phone buzzing)

Nothing else.

None at all.

We were on the phone
for less than two minutes.

Nothing about Intaverse

or the Ledger.

-Nothing at all.
-BEN: What about
the campaign spending?

GAO:
What campaign spending?

BEN:
Don't be coy with me,

Mr. Gao;
I don't have the patience.

Tell me what you know
about my campaign spending.

(phone buzzing)

(Ben sighs)

Sorry, am I boring you?

Mm?

(camera clicking)

What the fuck are you doing?

Give me that phone.

WEIR:
Ben, Hailey,
what's happening?

-BEN: Crowley.
-Oh, shit.

(quietly):
Johnathan, we need cover.

WEIR:
Okay, just give me a sec.

(phones ringing)

Not too much of a mess.

-Johnathan...
-WEIR: Okay, I need you to

remember exactly
where everybody is

and get prepared to act.

Fuck. This is gonna hurt.

(buzzing)

(people gasping)

-(all grunting)
-(gunshots)

(panting)

Ben, get out of here.

Weir, where are you?

WEIR:
Hailey, I'm back.

HAILEY:
Why didn't you tell me
about Ben?

You didn't think
I needed to know that?

You don't think
I can keep a secret?

Where the hell is he?

WEIR:
Hold on.

Dad, where are you?

BEN:
I'm on my way to
the main elevator lobby.

Hailey, he's headed for
the main elevators.

HAILEY:
Where's the service elevator?

I need to get down to
the service elevator.

No. the main elevators, Hailey,
not the service elevators.

The main elevators.

Yeah, Weir,
I'm fucking dry cleaning.

Everybody's a professional.

(grunts)

He says they're heading towards
the service elevator.

-Let's go.
-There was a service elevator?

(door closes)

You guys should have seen me.
I was like James Bond in there.

BEN:
He knows that I'm alive.

We got some good leads.
Intaverse. The Ledger.

You have any idea
what Intaverse is?

No. We're done, John.
We've lost the advantage.

He's ahead of us,

and that's the last place
you want to be with him.

-He doesn't know about me.
-Not yet.

HOMM:
Intaverse is
a web media company.

Don't you guys watch the news?

The whole, um,
GetTugether.com thing?

The "have a consensual
affair on us" commercial?

Half of D.C. signed up for it.

Not me, of course.

And why was it on the news?

That congressman
that resigned last month,

he got outed as a member
by WikiLeaks.

It was a whole thing.

He says someone was
blackmailing him.

So it's a honey trap.

He's collecting kompromat
on politicians.

Probably got half of Washington
in his pocket by now.

He's just waiting for one
to be camera ready.

MORGAN SHAW:
It's all about control,
sheeple.

They gather up your searches

and your likes
and your Facebook groups

and your-your pornography
preferences, right?

And they know you, man.
They know you.

They're looking for leverage.

They're looking for ways
to rope you in

to buying their shit.

To buying into their causes.

To make you care
about whatever it is

they want you to care about.

To make do whatever it is

they want you to do.

BEN:
He's so far ahead of us.

Then we need to move faster.
We need to change the plan.

-To what?
-We need more people.

We need to bring
my team back in.

What team?

The ones who blew up?

-They're still alive?
-Yeah.

What's up with you people?

Is this shit fun to you?

CROWD (chanting):
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