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You are being watched.

The government
has a secret system--

A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.

I know, because I built it.

I designed the machine
to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

Violent crimes
involving ordinary people,

people like you,

crimes the government
considered irrelevant.

They wouldn't act,
so I decided I would.

But I needed a partner--

Someone with the skills
to intervene.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up,
we'll find you.

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Good morning, Mr. Reese.

Mr. Reese?

A bit of a bad connection.

Were you able
to convince Mr. Billick

to abandon his plan
to kill his ex-wife?

I'm working on it, Finch.

Whoa-ah!

Yeah, Finch. What is it?

Pretty sure that's
a parole violation, Teddy.

Hello, Finch.

Billick and I just came
to an understanding.

Good,
because we have a new number.

Had a feeling
you were going to say that.

I'm sending you an address.

Call me when you get there.

You sure he's the right guy?

He's perfect.

So what's this guy's story,
Finch?

Scott Powell-- 38.

He's a construction
project manager for the city.

Seems like a family man.

His wife's name is Leslie.

Son is Owen, daughter Mia.

Oh, my goodness.

It's a horse.
Of course it's a horse.

I knew it was a horse.
I was just testing.

Did you lose your watch?

Uh, no.
It's around here somewhere.

All right, guys,
daddy's got to go to work.

- All right. Bye.
- Love you, baby.

- You too. Be good.
- All right.

Are you still there,
Mr. Reese?

You ever crave a more
conventional life, Finch?

If by "conventional" you mean
a life without the numbers,

it has crossed my mind.

It looks like Powell
has a pretty normal one.

If there's one thing
our little venture

has proven, Mr. Reese,
it's that people are rarely

what they seem.

Finch, looks like Powell's
playing hooky.

He's heading into a park.

Could be meeting somebody.

Are you up on his phone?

I'm about to be.

Hi, yeah.

Calling about the installer job
you have listed

in the--
in the paper here.

I'm sorry, sir.
That position's been filled.

Oh. Um,
well, do you have

any other positions available
at this time? Or--

Finch, Powell's
not skipping work,

he's out of work.

Yes.

I'm just discovering that
the city's employee directory

is grossly out of date.

A casualty
of public employee cutbacks.

The same cutbacks have put
Mr. Powell out of a job--

Eight months ago.

Judging by the way
he was acting with his family,

they have no idea.

That's a long time to go
without a paycheck.

These flutes are silver plated.

And engraved.
I ain't expecting

another Leslie and Scott
to come in the shop.

Look, I can't use
any of this stuff.

Now, if you have another watch

like you had the last time...

I'll let you have all
of it for 100 bucks.

- Sorry.
- 50.

Look, pal,
take your junk and clear out,

- all right?
- Don't call my stuff junk!

Hey, you want
I should call the cops?

No, man.

Finch, this guy's about ready
to hit rock bottom.

I ran Powell's credit.

He's maxed out on every one
of his cards

with the exception of the one
he shares with his wife.

And that's almost at its limit.

You suspect
he might be a threat?

Well, he just about took
a pawnbroker's head off

for a few bucks.
See if Detective Carter

can run a background check
on this guy.

What about Detective Fusco?

He's handling another matter
right now.

I'll keep a close eye on Powell

until we know
what we're dealing with.

Good.
And I'm going to want

to get a look
at his home computer.

So I'll be joining you tonight.

Really.
Ever been on a stakeout, Finch?

No.
Should I bring anything?

Warm clothes,
something to read,

- and an empty water bottle.
- Empty?

There are no bathrooms
on a stakeout, Finch.

He's getting good
at leading two lives.

Unfortunately,
they're on a collision course.

Hungry already, Finch?

No. And if I was,
it wouldn't be for something

with...
Disodium inosinate.

Can is made of aluminum.

Its dimensions are perfect

for capturing wi-fi radio waves.

Point this at the house.

His home wi-fi network
has WPA password protection.

- Can you crack it?
- Just did.

Spends a lot of time
on political websites,

blogging about a congressman--
Michael Delancey.

Not a big fan
of the Congressman.

This is interesting.
Here's a big file--

Encrypted.

I'm going to have to take this.

I'll be right back.

Hello.

Mr. Powell?

This is
the Work Time temp agency.

You called us several weeks ago
about an event staff position.

- Uh-huh.
- We have two-day job placement

for you,
if you're still available.

Absolutely, yes.

They need you there
at 12:30.

Sounds great.
Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Looks like Powell's fortunes
may be turning around.

I hope so.

But we still don't know why
the machine gave us his number.

Detective?

Looked up your guy.

Nothing but a couple
of traffic tickets

and an application
for a firearms license

for a rifle.
Otherwise he's clean.

I see.
Okay, thank you.

Should I
be worried about this guy?

That's what we're trying
to determine, Detective.

That file
from Powell's computer,

it was a PGP-encrypted,
anonymous email account.

All these emails are addressed

to congressman Delancey's office.

The same congressman
that Powell had a beef with?

Delancey pushed
for the budgetary cutbacks

that prompted the city layoffs.

He cost Powell his job.

So why would Powell be working
a fundraiser for Delancey?

Does he own
any registered weapons?

Carter said he applied
for a firearms license--

A rifle.

These are death threats,
Mr. Reese.

Powell's not here for a job,

he's going
to assassinate Delancey.

Mr. Reese,

did you find Powell?

We need to get to him before
he gets to the congressman.

Sir,

you need to come through
the main line.

Thanks.

We've got a problem, Finch,

Powell's already inside.

We should probably get
in there then.

You stay close
to the congressman.

Keep your eyes open
and be ready to move.

Move?
If somebody starts shooting,

what exactly
do you expect me to do?

You'll think of something,
Finch.

Polls look good, Mike.

Thanks to your endorsement,
Senator.

Do you remember Pete Matheson
my campaign manager?

Sure.
You're doing a hell of a job.

Oh, thank you, Senator.
Thank you very much.

Powell must be downstairs
with the staff.

- Are you with Delancey?
- Close by.

Listen, listen, Mike.

Uh, as long as a got you,
let me ask you a favor.

Back off the rhetoric,
understand?

Calling out certain large donors
makes for great stumping,

but it also
makes people uncomfortable.

By "people," you mean you?

Just keep it in mind,
Congressman.

We want you
to have a long, long career.

Listen, this is odd.

Those threatening emails
that Powell sent

to the Congressman--

They're being flagged
by my system.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we'd like you
to please take your seats.

- Thank you.
- Hello, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you for joining us
this afternoon.

I'm Pete Matheson.

You know, a few years back,

my friend and business partner
came to me and said,

"hey, I'm thinking
of running for office."

...Popular,

I think we can all agree
that they have always been...

The IP addresses match,

but there are big discrepancies
in the TTL values,

and the headers are failing
to authenticate.

What are you getting at, Finch?

Those anonymous emails
didn't originate

in Powell's laptop.

They were copied onto it
from a remote location.

Finch, I'm more interested
in finding the guy with the gun

than I am
in fixing his computer.

Congressman Michael Delancey.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you for coming.

And thank you too.

I think his system's
been hacked.

Mr. Reese?

- Mr. Reese?
- Ow!

- Confetti?
- I think Powell's being set up.

There he is! There!

In the balcony!

I can't tell how badly
the Congressman is wounded.

Yeah, I lost the real shooter.

The emails, the job--
Powell was set up.

Listen to me!
It wasn't me!

I didn't do anything!

Why won't you listen to me?

The question is, by who?

This is a shocking
and a tragic day.

We're all just praying
that he'll pull through.

That's-- that's all.

Whoever shot
Congressman Delancey

and framed Powell
went to a lot of trouble.

They had to hack his computer,

they spoofed his Internet
search history and emails.

They knew exactly
what information to manipulate

so that he looked guilty
to the police.

Fooled us...
And your machine.

No, the machine doesn't
get fooled.

If Powell isn't the threat,
then he must be in danger.

Well, he's the patsy then.

Maybe he wasn't supposed to make
it out of the fundraiser alive.

Did you get a look
at the shooter?

Not a good one.
But he was a pro.

Deadeye shot
with a preplanned escape route.

Different skill set
than our hacker, so...

Different people?

We're looking at a team.

First thing to determine

is how the hacker
got into his computer.

This may take me a little time.

I'll check on Powell.

You.
I thought I could trust you.

Your partner said
I shouldn't worry about Powell.

Then he goes and shoots
a congressman.

And now the feds brought him
in to my precinct.

He didn't do it.
I was there.

Well, we got a banquet hall
full of witnesses

- saying otherwise.
- Right. Well, he was set up.

- Set up? By who?
- We don't know yet.

But we could use some help.

There's not much I can do.

The feds are running this show.

They're taking him into
interrogation now.

I need to know
what they're saying.

I told you,
there's nothing I can do.

Carter, it could help save
an innocent man.

I didn't shoot anyone.

It was your rifle
found at the scene.

I don't own a rifle!

It's registered in your name.

- It must have been the guy.
- Uh, which guy exactly?

The one you say attacked you?
Or the who worked there.

No, the guy who-- who--
who worked there

who took me up to the balcony
to rig the confetti cannon.

No one on the staff
saw this guy.

And he's not
in any security footage.

He was right there.

I saw him.

He must have known
where the cameras were.

This whole thing is a setup.

Did you call
the staffing agency?

There's no record
of any company named Work Time

in the tristate area.

That's impossible.
They called me.

What about your gloves?

Why'd they test positive
for gunshot residue?

I don't know.
I got them from the guy.

Right, right.
The guy.

You still there?

Yeah.
What happened?

Hospital just called.

Congressman Delancey
didn't make it.

Powell's looking at murder one.

Les, it's me.

Oh, my God, Scott,
where are you?

It's all a big mistake.

The FBI is searching the house.

- The news says you shot someone.
- No, listen.

These things they're saying,
Leslie, they're all lies.

- No. Are the kids with you?
- Yes.

I want you to take them
next door, okay?

- Okay.
- Now, listen.

They're probably going
to ask you to go with them

and answer some questions.

Now, Leslie--
Leslie, listen to me.

You do what they ask, okay?

Okay.

You have another computer?

No.
What computer?

- What's going on, Scott?
- I don't know.

I need you to trust me, okay?

Everything's going
to be all right.

I love you.

I love you too.

What is it?

I think Powell
could still be in danger.

How so?

In frame jobs, the decoy
usually doesn't make it.

If they're not taken out
at the scene,

they're eliminated soon after...

Staged to look
like a suicide or accident.

Are you speaking
from experience, Mr. Reese?

Point is it ties up
the loose ends.

Here.
I think I may have found a way

- to our hacker.
- How?

A trojan horse...Hidden
in one of Powell's emails.

Invitation to a job fair?

When Powell RSVPed,
the trojan was installed.

It opened a port on his computer
that allowed the hacker access.

I'm now installing
that same trojan.

You purposely infected
your own computer?

No, I created a virtual system.

Now the trojan can still run,
and we can see where it leads.

- Back to the hacker.
- Yes.

Wow.
The coding is so complex.

It's really clever.

But not clever enough--
We're connected.

Can you get their location?

No, the IP address is masked.

But we can see
what they're looking at.

Looks like a floor plan.

Finch, that's
a federal courthouse downtown.

Carter said
the FBI was now running

the Powell investigation.

If you really think
Powell is innocent

you need to come up
with some evidence fast.

- Is he still in your custody?
- He was.

- The feds have him.
- Where are they taking him?

The courthouse,
for arraignment tomorrow.

- Why? What are you thinking?
- Thanks.

The FBI's got Powell.

They have no idea
they're dropping him off

into the hands
of the assassins.

What can I do?

Send me the most direct route

from the Eight Precinct
to the courthouse.

I'm doing it now.

Watch out!
Watch out!

You're the guy who tackled me.
Who are you?

One of the only people
who know you're innocent.

What do you want?

Right now,
to get you to someplace safe.

Safe?

You just kidnapped me
from the FBI.

Go ahead, Finch.
I've got Powell.

I haven't been able
to unmask the hacker's IP.

But here's a vulnerability
in the firewall.

Yes.

Okay, now we're in.

Never doubted you.

Now let's see
who's behind the curtain.

Wait, something's wrong.

What is it?

We didn't hack in,
we were let in.

It's a honeypot.

Program is sophisticated.

They're using a worm

to infect any devices connected
to our private network.

Including our phones.

They're listening to us
right now.

- Destroy your phone.
- Wait.

You know how to find me.

Who are you?

I'll take this one.

Keep the change.

212-555-0159.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Here.
Put this on.

You're the most wanted man
in New York.

- 212-555-0159.

Mr. Reese.

Finch, what the hell happened?

I'm afraid
I underestimated our hacker.

As a consequence, my equipment

at the library is compromised.

So for the time being,
I'm mobile.

Shhh!

Listen, I felt like we
might need a little extra help

looking for
congressman Delancey's killer,

so I've called in a specialist--

Someone with
an intimate knowledge

of the political arena.
Oh, here she is.

- I have to go.
- Wait a minute.

Specialist? She?

Finch?

Hey, I reserved the room.

Take a study break.

Nice work, dude.

Please.

Thank you for meeting me on
such short notice, Ms. Morgan.

I work when I'm needed, Mr.--

Harold-- Please.

I am curious
how you got my number.

Mutual friend.
He assisted you on a...

Delicate negotiation with a
certain pharmaceutical company.

So you're the guy
on the other end of the phone.

How is John?

On the run, as usual.

He's actually helping
another one of our clients

even as we speak.

And, in the same way that
he was able to assist you,

we were hoping that you might
be able to return the favor.

I don't understand.

One man took my husband away
from all of you?

We believe he's part
of an armed group--

Possibly terrorists.

Did your husband have any...

Radical political views,
Mrs. Powell?

Terrorists?
No.

Scott would never be involved
in anything like that.

If you don't believe me,
ask his friends, his coworkers.

You do know that
your husband's been out of work

for the past eight months?

No. Scott goes to work
every day.

Have you taken a look
at your finances recently?

It seems pretty clear
that you don't know your husband

as well as you think,
Mrs. Powell.

Our client was

at Congressman Delancey's
fundraiser.

- As a guest?
- The shooter.

He was framed.

We're looking for
the actual shooter.

Well, you boys certainly do
like a challenge, don't you?

I've come up with a list
of alternative suspects--

People who might have wanted
the Congressman dead.

Well, all of these people have
been at each other's throats

at some point.

Whoever killed Delancey,
it goes way beyond politics.

Prior to running for office,

Delancey owned
a contracting company.

DA's office has quietly been
preparing an investigation

into the company
for several months.

How do you know that?

- Never mind.
- There were allegations

of corner cutting and payoffs

to city inspectors.

Strange way for Delancey
to run his business,

considering his
anti-corruption platform.

It is.

But he wasn't running
the business.

Matheson--
Delancey's campaign manager.

And business partner.

For two years,

Delancey is in
full-time campaign mode--

Not really running
the day-to-day of his business.

So the bribes
and the corner cutting--

They must have happened
under Matheson's watch.

Unless he could say Delancey
was really running things.

Which he could if Delancey
wasn't around to defend himself.

Even if this was true,

we have no proof that
Matheson had Delancey killed.

Let's go get some.

Excuse me, sorry.

Why'd your husband do this?

I'm sorry.
Just-- just please.

Did he really kill him?

I don't get it.

Why would anyone want
to do this to me?

They needed a patsy.
And you fit the role.

They?

Who's they?

Uhh!

Come on.
Let's go!

We're all feeling terrible...

Just make sure that everybody
can stay as long as they want.

I just got to get back
to the office, okay?

Excuse me.

- Mr. Matheson.
- Look, I'm sorry.

- I've said everything--
- I'm not a reporter.

My name is Zoe Morgan.

I helped a friend of yours--
Jay Tanner-- Last year.

Little matter
of a paternity suit.

Oh, yes, well,
I'm sure we don't need

those services right now,
thank you.

Paternity suits
aren't my specialty.

Crisis management is.

And right now, I think
that's exactly what you need.

All right.

All right, Ms. Morgan,

why don't you tell me
why I need you.

One--
Your impending investigation

with the DA's office.

- I have lawyers on retainer.
- Two--

The killing of your
business partner--

Congressman Delancey.

Excuse me?

Delancey would have testified
that you were the one

behind the shortcuts
and payoffs.

Now that he's dead,
you can lay the blame on him.

Who the hell
do you think you are?

Your partner was going to burn
you, so you burned him first.

I get it.
But your vendor?

Your vendor dropped the ball.

The man that you set up
is missing-in-action.

You know, if you're going
to do something wrong,

do it right.

I can find Powell.

Bring him to you
or whomever you like.

For a price, of course.

I don't know
what you're referring to.

And I think it's time
that you leave.

Keep the card.

Might come in handy.

I thought
I was clear on how this works--

I call you,
not the other way around.

I hired you because I thought
you could handle this.

And I am.

Then why is Powell still alive?

You assured me
of your abilities.

And right now,
I'm not seeing any of them.

I could have
every email you've sent,

contact you've called
and password you've used.

I could empty
your bank accounts,

liquidate your stocks,
and even send your ex-wife

the location
of your house in Bermuda.

All right, stop it, stop it.
You've made your point.

Powell and his friend
will be taken care of.

You just make sure
to have my final payment ready.

Where are you?

I'm headed downtown.

The client's getting nervous.

They just dropped
into the subway at 23rd and 8th.

Got it.

It's a transmitter.

That's how the guy
at the hotel found us.

Could have planted it today,

maybe sometime earlier.

Probably at your house.

They've been to my house?

Whoever is behind this
left little to chance.

But I need you
to stay focused, Scott,

so I can get you back
to your family.

I doubt I got a family
to go back to right now.

I know about your job.

I know about the money,
the lies.

Yeah, I know what it's like
to live inside a lie.

I've lived there for so long,

it feels like
there's no way out.

But there always is.

I just needed
a little more time, you know.

To get a job,
to get on my feet.

I was going to tell Leslie.

But now it's too late.

No, it's not.

We're going to get you
out of this.

These people...

They killed a congressman.

Are you going to promise me
that they won't kill us too?

I didn't think so.

I need to talk to my wife.
Now.

That's not possible.
Not right now.

We need to keep our heads down.

I could die.

And-- and the person
who I love most in life

would think that
I'm nothing more than a killer.

Do you have any idea
what that feels like?

Actually, I do.

Of course, in my case,

it was true.

Now, come on, let's go.

Stand away from the door.

Carter.

Hello, Detective.

What the hell
were you thinking...

Taking down
a prisoner transfer?

It worked.
Listen, I need a favor.

Powell needs
to talk to his wife.

- Now.
- Are you crazy?

You know the feds
are up on her phone.

He needs this, Carter.

Mrs. Powell.

Did you leave your kids
with your neighbor?

Yes.
Is something wrong?

No, uh, they're just calling
to check in.

Follow me.

Hello?

Hi, Leslie.
Hi. It's me.

Scott?
Where are you?

I'm okay.
Listen...

Leslie,
I'm really, really sorry.

Oh, my God, Scott,
did you shoot that man?

No, no, of course not.

- You got to believe me, Les.
- Do I?

You've been out of work
for eight months, Scott.

What have you been doing
every morning?

Looking for work--
Anywhere and everywhere.

And our credit cards?
Our savings?

I know, babe, I know.

Why, Scott?

Because I couldn't...

I couldn't tell you
that I was fired.

I thought
we told each other everything.

I know.
Listen, Leslie,

I'm going to make this right,
I promise.

You can tell her
the rest in person.

We need to move now.

I gotta go.
I love you.

Scott?

Excuse me.
My name is Scott Powell.

Stay where you are!
Do not turn around!

Raise your hands!

- Transport's waiting on us.
- You got it.

Is it finished?

Not quite.

But I suspect it will be soon.

I hired you

because I thought
you could handle this.

And I am.

Then why is Powell still alive?

You assured me
of your abilities.

And right now,
I'm not seeing any of them.

There he is!

All right, folks,
get back, please.

Sir--

- Can you make a statement?
- Glad to be home, sir?

Hey, Mr. Powell,
what's it like to be home, sir?

- Glad to be home?
- Did you get any threats?

What are you going to do
in reaction to this?

- Zoe.
- John.

I hear we have you to thank
for catching Matheson.

Glad I could help.

Although there is
a matter of payment.

Buy me a drink?

Did you miss your wife?

- I did missed my wife.
- You once told me a story

about a guy
who could say two words

that would make
the reporters go away.

Ever figure out what he said?

I see that
Mr. Powell has been released.

Still has a long road
ahead of him, though.

Indeed.

But I suspect that soon
he'll be on his way back.

I control a company
that's decided

to build a new facility
in New York.

They could use a man like Powell
overseeing things.

That's noble of you, Finch.

Hardly. I just value
good people, Mr. Reese.

You follow up on the hacker?

She seems to cover her tracks
as efficiently as you do.

I was able to trace the signal
to an address

which the FBI received
by way of an...Anonymous tip.

Sadly, they were too late.

It seems the hacker
was using the dorm room

of an unsuspecting
college student

who had been on winter break.

I need to determine the damage
to my system.

I'll contact you
when another number comes up.

Take care, Finch.

"Next time."

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