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You are being watched.

The government has
a secret system,

a machine

that spies on you
ever 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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What's wrong
with my other suits?

They're fine
for a hired assassin, Mr. Reese,

just not
for this particular job.

Where am I going?

To mingle
with the best and brightest.

Wall Street.
We have a new number.

Mr. Adam Saunders,
he's a prop trader

at the investment firm
of Baylor Zimm.

- Prop trader?
- Proprietary.

He invests the bank's own money,
not the clients'.

He seems to be
your typical overeducated,

overcompensated
Wall Street highflier.

Hmm.

They're fine.

No.

The cuff should shiver
on the shoe, not break.

Saunders has already had
a brush with the SEC,

an accusation
of insider trading, unproven,

so his risk taking
may have led him

into dangerous waters.

I want you to get close to him.

I don't know anything
about Wall Street.

Well, here's a start, although
it doesn't really matter.

I don't know how this works,
but he's seen too much.

We'll clean it up.

Whatever it takes.

I'm a prop trader,
not a tour guide.

And this guy's a whale.
He brings us business.

It's millions.

And that'd be great,
if I handled clients,

but the only people
I make money for

are Baylor and Zimm.

The amount of bank
this guy's talking,

it'll bleed into ours
soon enough.

Sydney know about this?

Said they requested you
by name.

Someone must think
you know what you're doing.

Look, you're backing me
into a corner on this, Paul.

I've got my eye on a thing.

Hey, what are friends for?

Besides, you don't even
have to meet the whale,

just his rep,
some asset manager.

Outstanding, I'll be spending
two days with hair gel

and a pin-striped suit.

It's Glen check, actually.

John Rooney, Assets.

Adam Saunders.
I know what I'm doing.

My client prefers
to stay anonymous.

He's the...Silent type.

He's also not fond of heights.

I thought rooftops
were your domain, Mr. Reese.

Your reputation precedes you.

My client trusts reputations
when it comes to his money.

Reputations can be deceiving.
How much are we talking about?

At first, pocket change.

My client
likes to roll the dice.

No tips, no I-bonds,
no short-term funds.

Play jazz.

Consider it an audition,
Mr. Saunders.

It starts now.

You're a quick study,
Mr. Reese.

Adam,

get over here, they're reading.

This is Andrea foxglove,

reporting outside
the criminal courthouse

in lower Manhattan.

We've received word
that the jury has returned

in the Robert Keller
murder trial.

You following this,
Robert Keller,

former CEO
of Virtanen PharmaceUticals?

Guy's standing trial
for murder.

I'm familiar with the case.

Only thing between
this company and chapter 11

is an acquittal.

Ever the pessimist, Saunders.

Nothing breeds like bad news.

Even on the broker side.
Right, Vic?

Bad news is already priced in.

Keller's son-in-law's
steering the ship.

It's a blue chip
at a bargain-basement price,

Smart money's already in, pal.

That's why I get to handle
the big bucks around here.

You just went pro too early.

Way too early.

That's Sydney Baylor,
a partner in the firm.

She also has a reputation.

Reputation for what?

Everything.

You held the sell tickets
on Virtanen

to the last minute
so I wouldn't see.

$100 million shorted, Adam?

You said you wanted playmakers
around here.

Wait, you short sold Virtanen?
Are you out of your mind?

It's guilty,
their stock craters,

and I hold the price
that I sold for.

See, that's the smart money,
Victor.

Let...It...Ride.

All right, kid, but consider
what you're betting.

I'm getting word that a verdict

has just been read.

They're relaying it now.

Guilty of all charges.

Immediately following
the verdict,

the DA announced charges

against Virtanen CFO
Mark Lawson.

Congratulations.

You do that again,
and you'll find yourself

the most successful occupier
down in a tent on the street.

Feel like having a drink

over the grave of
Virtanen PharmaceUticals?

Why not?

I'll round up some guys.

Meet you downstairs
after the closing bell.

His phone didn't pair, Finch.

That ever happen before?

All I can think
is that somebody else

already blue-jacked him.

It appears we're not the only
ones looking into Adam Saunders.

I see why.

Guy plays poker
with other people's money

and gloats about it.

I wouldn't be so sure
about that.

Someone like that,
the win doesn't concern him.

It's the rush.

Virtanen.

Two vultures, one stone.
How did you know?

I read everything,

all the 10K financials
nobody else bothered to.

Virtanen didn't have
any blockbuster drugs

in the pipeline.

They'd hocked everything
but the family cow

for Keller's legal defense,
not to mention the CFO's.

It was all buried,
but I found it,

and Keller was just
the tip of the iceberg.

That ship was going down,
so I took the bet.

No risk, no reward.

You ever play Russian roulette?

You want to get in the game,
you got to spin the cylinder.

♪ ♪

You in his apartment yet,
Finch?

The rent on this place
must be a staggering.

Maybe that's why
he doesn't have any furniture.

Mr. Reese, there's
a small fortune

in Saunders' closet.

Whenever you're ready.

For a banker,
he doesn't seem to trust banks.

Bundles of $200 each.

And another club soda.

You pay, but you don't drink.

I drink, just not right now.

Adam here prefers to keep
his wits about him at all times.

I hate that.

How was the dime tour?

Was our proprietary friend here

worth the reputation?

Every penny.

There he is,
Mr. Big Shot.

You know how many clients
I had to apologize to today

when they found out I put them
in a stock you shorted?

Okay.

Next time, do your homework.

Homework?

What are we, in grade school?

Oh, sorry, Vic.

I guess you just went pro
too early.

- Hey!
- Watch it! Come on!

Oh, my God!

Let's go.

Hey!
Watch it!

My suit!

Hey, Finch, we've got
a Wall Street trader

that gambles millions by day,
fights in bars at night,

And someone's tracking him.

Stay on him tonight.

If somebody goes after him,
it'll likely happen at his home.

Yeah, problem is,
he isn't going home.

Looks like
he's working overtime.

Adam is closer to his boss
than we thought, Finch.

Who is this guy?

Adam never came home
last night.

Since it was there,
I took the liberty

of copying
some of his personal records.

I filled in some of the gaps,
not all.

I do have a death certificate
for Saunders' mother

from when he was nine.

Guardianship papers
signed by a Robert Sowoski

from three years later.

No father in the picture?

I guess not.

I pulled up his
employment contract

from his personal computer.

Sydney Baylor hired him
herself.

Their private relationship
may account for

his speedy rise
to a trading desk.

This looks like a little more

than sleeping your way
to the top, Finch.

No other smudges on his record,

except for a securities and
exchange commission

investigation that involved him
six months ago.

I don't know why.

Maybe Detective Carter
could help.

We'll see.

Until then, I've taken care of

the current surveillance
on Adam.

After a GPRS reroute, no one
will be listening to his calls.

If someone makes another attempt
on his phone,

they'll have to get close.

And we'll nail them.

- Joss Carter?
- Yeah.

I have your delivery here
from Westside Dry Cleaning.

I didn't have any dry cleaning.

Well, got your name on it
here, so--

What is it?

One man's suit.

Just sign right here.

Thank you.

3 World Financial Center,
please.

John's gonna want
that suit back.

So where's Mr. Navaad?

He's taking his family
to a Knicks game

while I borrow his taxi.

Adam Saunders?
Is he in trouble?

He might be.

He needs our help, Detective
Carter, and I need yours.

Is that why we're going to
3 World Financial Center?

No, that's the regional offices

of the securities
and exchange commission.

We need to get a look at
sealed SEC records

pertaining to Mr. Saunders.

And you think
I can just do that?

If anyone can do it, you can.

All right.

I'll see what I can do.

You turned on the meter?

Don't forget to tip.

- Triple espresso, please.
- No problem.

Oh, triple espresso?

That's a lot of caffeine.
You must be tired.

I am tired
of nosy SEC investigators.

Your inquiry wrapped
six months ago.

And I can't let another
Ivy League punk like yourself

get away with it.

And I still have
nothing to say.

You're always very good
at keeping your mouth shut.

You know what?
Hey, I'm so sorry, forget it.

Is this-- Is this
the new standard procedure?

Harassment in broad daylight?

A year from now,
I'm still gonna be looking.

One slip, so much as
give your grandma a stock tip,

I'm gonna get you, kid.

The SEC is a watchdog
without teeth.

You couldn't give
a parking ticket.

Good thing I got friends
in the justice department.

They love sending rich
white boys up to Otisville.

Watch your step.

Carter sent over
the sealed SEC files.

Inspector Doug Rasmussen
pursued possible counts

of insider trading
at Baylor Zimm last year.

The inquiry was aimed
at top tier executives.

Adam was a subpoenaed witness,
but all charges were dropped.

He testified to knowing of
zero wrongdoing

among the upper management
of the firm.

I believe he was lying to
protect his boss, Sydney Baylor.

What's Adam up to now?

Headed all the way
out to Queens.

Looks like he's got
a bone to pick

with a guy in a food truck.

Hey, buddy.

I had a bratwurst from
this rolling outhouse last week,

hit me worse
than a master cleanse.

I'm calling
the department of health, okay?

You know,
I don't see what the problem is,

'cause now you can
stuff that soft gut of yours

back into your $2,000 suit.

$3,000 suit.

$3,000? For a suit?

$3,000 for a suit.
How are you, pal?

Good.

The food truck is registered
to Robert Sowoski.

The legal guardian?

What, you don't come around

the old neighborhood anymore?

Life in the fast lane,
Uncle Bob.

Come on in.
I'll get you something to eat.

He's more than a guardian,

he's also a Baylor Zimm client.

Hey. Did you look into
that MNP I asked about?

MLP, Uncle Bob.
"Master Limited Partnership."

And it's called Tritak Energy.

Tritak, right.
Right.

Look, I know you told
those fancy number crunchers

over at your office
to take care of my money,

but I'm reading all this
material they keep sending me.

It looks like an awful lot
of cash going into one company.

I mean, I keep seeing it.
"Tritak. Tritak."

I mean, it was 10%,
now it's 40.

Even a financial dunce
like myself knows

you got to diversify, right?

Uncle Bob,
would I steer you wrong?

Who got you those tax breaks?

Who got you
that low-interest loan?

- You had one truck, now--
- Now I got six trucks.

20 employees.

And from what I heard,
that MLP is returning 8%.

Where else are you gonna find
that kind of return

on your money?

Trust that broker
that I set you up with.

- Adam...I do.
- What?

You're a genius,
and you always have been.

Thank you.

What do we know about
Tritak Energy, Finch?

Not much.
Stay close to Adam.

See what you can find out.

On a side note, Saunders
guided me to a very kind broker

who happily deposited our money
in Baylor Zimm.

Hope you got a receipt, Finch.

Mr. Saunders,

we had an appointment
to finalize that deposit.

Uh, give me--
Give me one minute.

Hey, Paul?

Paul, you got a sec?

Yeah.

That company--
That energy company

I asked you about last week, Tritak?

You made $100 million yesterday

in the short of the century

and you're asking about
some MLP?

- Who cares?
- It's my uncle's cash. I care.

- All the fixed-income crowd
is getting dumped into MLPs.

It's safe, boring.

It's not just my uncle, it's
half the clients at this firm,

and it's half the firm.

I ran the numbers last week.

Baylor Zimm is invested
in this thing to 19%.

Anybody even tracking that?

You've been
looking into client money?

You know you can't do that,
right?

Like, federally you can't.

It's illegal...
And so is this conversation.

Thanks for the tip.

Hey, what are friends for?

- We'll talk later.
- Yeah.

What's this I hear about

you getting questioned
by the SEC today?

It's nothing.
It's the same guy, Rasmussen.

New day, same song.
He's got nothing.

But I need to talk to you.

You remember that company
I asked you about

the other night, Tritak?

How about we keep what we
talk about at night, at night?

And as for the SEC,
just remember the last time

we barely got off the hook.

We can't take
another embarrassment.

You mean the firm can't take
another embarrassment, right?

Keep your head down, Adam.
Please.

I come here a lot
when I need to decompress.

It's peaceful.

So what were you arguing about
at the office today?

That isn't anything
that your client

needs to worry about.

Is the SEC something my client

needs to be worried about?

In this business,
someone's always trying to find

the trick, the con.

Right.
So what's yours?

We're just that good.

Uh-huh.

Is that why you invested
your uncle's money

with the firm?

Excuse me?

We have $150 million
on the line.

We'd like to know
everything, Adam.

"Saunders" is
your given name, right?

But wouldn't "Sowoski"
be more accurate?

Are you having me followed?

All right, let's go.

I'm driving you back to BZ,

and if they still
want your money,

some other schmuck
can handle it.

So we're clear,

my family, my past
is none of your business,

no matter how much money
is at stake.

Right.

You know, maybe I should
call the police.

- You may need to.
- What are you talking about?

You see the construction
equipment back there?

Yeah, I see it.
So what?

You see any workers with it?

What do you mean?
They want me to slow down.

We're being funneled.
Don't stop!

Someone just tried
to kill Adam, Finch.

How's Mr. Saunders
after last night?

He thinks it was an accident.

And you're sure it wasn't?

It's called
"funneling."

You force your target
into a kill zone

by subtly shifting
his direction.

Carter's looking
at the scene now.

The vehicles, the stop light.

It was professional,

but who wants Adam dead enough
to bring in a hit team?

I've been watching my money.

The majority of it is being
shuffled into one company--

Tritak, same one
that Adam's uncle mentioned--

Only at ten times the rate
that his money was invested.

Someone is moving faster
than before.

Tritak invests in
the Louisiana/Texas pipeline

running gas to the northeast.

People need natural gas,

so for the most part, Tritak
should keep a steady price,

but it shot up 600% recently

because of a buy frenzy
initiated at Baylor Zimm.

- Insider trading?
- Happened before.

Adam knew about it then,
maybe he knows about it now.

Except he won't walk away
this time.

We were almost roadkill
last night.

I'm getting tired of
playing around.

Mr. Sowoski,
I'm with the SEC.

We're looking into
possible criminal activities

at Baylor Zimm Investments.

We know your nephew
is a trader there.

What?
Did he do something wrong?

We can't be sure.

Does Adam advise you
on your own investments?

No, I got a broker for that.

What can you tell me about...

A company called Tritak Energy?

Not much.
You'd have to talk to my guy.

But your own money is
heavily invested in it, correct?

Yeah.

You know, I knew there was
something fishy going on there,

but Adam,
he put me with good people.

He said it was fine.

How well
do you know your nephew?

When my sister died,

Adam's dad left
to find work out west.

He ended up in New Mexico.
He never came back.

So Adam lived with my family.

Every month,
his father sent $200 home,

for whatever, comic books,
new shoes.

Adam never spent it.

Year after year, he saved
every penny in shoe boxes.

It was thousands.

And when he grew up, he used it
to enroll in night classes

before he could get into
a real business school.

And in the end,

what Adam had
instead of a father was...

Cash in a shoe box.

And what did he do?
He bought himself a future.

Saunders, we should talk, now.

Tritak.

A run-of-the-mill MLP
just happens to be

the hottest damn equity
on the market these days.

You tell me what you know.

I don't know anything.

Oh, I'll bet
you'll start remembering

when you're up in Otisville.

But by then, it'll be
too late to make a deal.

Okay.
Okay.

All right, look.
Look.

I ran some numbers
the other night.

It looks like--
It doesn't add up.

There's no reason why

Baylor Zimm should be
dumping so much money

into this one company.

Unless--

Unless somebody knows something
the rest of us don't.

You still have the numbers
you ran?

On a laptop, in my office.

Get it.

Now.

Excuse me.

Mr. Reese,
we have a problem.

He's on the roof.

We got to get you out of here.
Come on.

We have to move fast.

This building
is tactically unsafe.

You're not an asset manager.

No, but I did save your life.

What the hell happened
back there?

Just a second attempt
to kill you.

I need to know
what about Tritak

has people repeatedly trying
to do that.

I-- It started
with my uncle.

The firm invested him
in a company.

He asked me some questions,
so I took a peek.

Illegally?

Yeah, but he was family.
I didn't think anything of it.

And then I saw some numbers
that I didn't agree with,

so I wrote an email.
I was going to send it

to risk management, legal,
the partners, everybody,

but then-- then the SEC
started sneaking around,

so I was told
to keep my mouth shut.

You think it was
insider trading?

It wouldn't be the first time,

but look,
I never sent that email.

Did you tell anyone else?

A few friends at the firm.

I-- I asked them
just to take a look at it, and--

Come on.

Who?

Sydney Baylor.

I got the search results
that you wanted, Carter.

Only one utility yard reports
vehicle thefts in the last week.

All stolen three nights ago.

Back hoe, steam roller,

and a refurbished
sanitation vehicle?

What would somebody want
with an old garbage truck?

Thanks.

Mr. Reese,
did you find Sydney Baylor?

Yeah,
we're at her penthouse now,

but she isn't saying much.

Whoever is after Adam
got to her first.

This is my fault.

I asked her about
the Tritak numbers.

She must have
looked into them herself.

Oh-- oh, my God.
They killed her.

Adam,
you recognize that bottle?

Yeah, we drank it
the other night

to celebrate
the Virtanen short.

Which means your fingerprints
are all over it.

Everywhere.

Finch, they killed Baylor for
digging into her own company.

Made it look like Adam did it

before plunging
to his own death.

The cavalry's here.
Time to go.

The police
will be all over Adam.

What are you going to do
with him?

I'll take him somewhere safe.
Come on.

Cause of death was
blunt force trauma to the head.

- Prints?
- I dusted twice.

None on the tub,
none on the body.

Only other ones we found were
the vic's and an Adam Saunders.

We think he was having
a relationship with the victim.

His prints are all over the home
and murder weapon.

You mean the champagne bottle?

How'd you know that?

Here.

Thanks.

Is there any chance, if Saunders
was having a relationship

with the vic, that he could have
handled the champagne bottle,

say, days ago,
then had it planted?

That'd be pretty slick.

But who'd
go through the trouble?

You'd have to, what,
search the building's garbage?

Anyway, basement's guarded.

Unless they had a garbage truck.

Mr. Reese, we have many
safe houses in the city

where Adam could be taken.

I know.

The safest I've ever been
was when I was anonymous.

Here.
You'll be safe, too.

Wait, you can't leave me here.

I can't sleep here.

Why not?
I did.

Right over there,
for four months.

See that woman?
Her name is Joan.

If you need anything,
just ask her.

Oh, uh, just don't
touch anything in her cart.

Here.

Don't use this phone
until I call you on it.

Wait, wait, wait.

Victor, go find Victor.

Your pal from the nightclub?

He's the senior broker.

If someone's putting clients
in Tritak,

whether or not they want it,

he's the next rung down
on the brokerage ladder.

If this bill
had not been passed today,

it would have been put aside
indefinitely,

which we feel
would be detrimental

to the State of New York.

We have a problem,
Mr. Reese.

What else is new?

Have you heard
about Utica Shale

or the process of fracking?

It's, um,
underground rock formations.

Companies dig down
and fracture shale beds

to release natural gas.

They just passed a bill
to start fracking

in upstate New York,

which means they wouldn't need
a pipeline up from the South.

And they don't need to invest
in a company like Tritak.

How much did Baylor Zimm
have invested in Tritak?

Or how much did its clients?

Millions.

Millions upon millions,

and they will lose everything.

Adam saw this coming,
tried to stop it.

Which is why
they tried to kill him.

But who are they?

Adam told me to talk to Victor.

Said he would have to know.

The bill passed overnight.

I'm trying to sell your shares
as fast as I can.

You have to understand--

Hello, Victor.

You're a patsy.

They just used you,

but your boss is dead,
Adam's life is on the line,

and millions were lost.

People needed that money.
Families.

I thought Tritak
was a safe bet.

Someone got to the senators,

someone powerful enough

to push that shale fracking bill
through the system.

But why build Tritak up?

Why silence Adam...

Only to watch it fail?

Oh, no.

Listen, it's a short sale.

Someone had the brokers
pump up the price

and then sold high,
because they knew

that the bill was gonna pass
and kill Tritak.

Whoever shorted it
stands to make millions on this.

That's why they targeted you.

So how do we find
the short-seller?

Look around you-- There's
50 brokers selling off Tritak.

We need to find the guys
who already sold it days ago,

because now they have to cover
the short and buy it back.

I got to go.

Hey, uncle Bob.

Adam, what's going on?
You told me Tritak was safe.

Bob, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'll get your money back.

It's not just my money, Adam.

It-- It's salaries.
It's pensions.

It's every employee
that works for me.

It's my business,
the Sowoski name.

Bob, I-I--
Look--

But you're not a Sowoski,

at least you never thought
you were.

You're a Saunders.

Isn't that right, Adam?

No, listen--
Listen, I'll get it back.

Even if it takes
the rest of my life,

I will get it back.

I got to go.

Hey, boss?

I think I got a location
on the kid.

I'm going to need your help
on this, Finch.

I need you
to get inside Baylor Zimm.

I'm on the trading floor now.

Mr. Reese,
I found something.

Paul Ashton.

Adam's friend.

Also a senior risk manager.

I found his short-sale orders
from last week,

and the buy orders for Tritak,
issued to him this morning.

For how many?

About $4 million.

Where is Paul now?

I'm about to find out.

His phone is tethered
to his calendar.

Maybe I can hack into his GPS.

Paul?

It can't be.

No, I-I mean, really,
it can't.

They put measures in place
to catch securities fraud,

insider trading,
short-sale manipulation,

how did Paul do it?

Paul isn't working alone.

He's got a friend in the SEC.

I spent my entire career
chasing down rogue traders,

only to see my agency
get defanged

when the country needed us
watching the closest.

Pity.

You can't beat 'em,
you join 'em.

And make millions
along the way.

300 million, to be exact.
Where are we?

Tritak was down to $4 a share
by closing bell today.

When the market opens tomorrow,
it'll be $2.

I've got buy orders in place

to pick up the shares
that we need.

And the loose ends?

Well, Baylor won't be asking
any more questions,

but Adam is still out there.

He could be a problem.

I have it under control.

You'd be better off
balling up that paper

and stuffing it
under your clothes.

It'll keep you warm.

See, how did--
How did it get to this?

I mean...

I earned everything
that I achieved in my life.

I know.

- Your uncle told us.
- You talked to him?

He told us about your father

and the $200 he'd send you.

He doesn't know
the end of the story.

He doesn't know when I was 16,
I went to go find my father.

I took a train to New Mexico,
and I found him...

And he had a-a new family.

And then when I went to him,

he tried to hand me
another $200.

I didn't want the money.

I wanted a family.

And you found one...

An uncle who spent his life

slaving over
a food-truck counter...

For you.

I'll get Bob's money back.
I promised him that I would.

When did you talk
to your uncle?

Get down!

What are you doing?
We need to go! We need to move!

Stay down.

Now move.

So Paul was working
with Rasmussen all along?

On a massive short-sell bet
against Tritak.

It's lost 90%
of its value already.

But an SEC investigator
and a banker do not shoot up

a homeless encampment
with automatic weapons.

No. There was
some serious muscle behind this.

How's Adam doing?

Not bad for a guy
who's lost everything.

Does he still have a suit?

- Why?
- Paul and Rasmussen need Tritak

to bottom out before
they can collect on their bet.

What are you
talking about, Finch?

Ever try to catch
a falling knife, Mr. Reese?

Sounds like
a good way to get cut.

Which is why we need
a damn good investment banker.

Have Adam put on a tie.
He's going back to work.

Tritak,
I need 1,000 units of Tritak.

I need to buy.
I got to buy on Tritak.

What the hell?

Victor, I need your help.

I've got buy orders here
for 4 million shares of Tritak.

Can you fill these immediately?

Uh, I can buy what's available,

but some new player
hit the market hard today--

Been buying all morning.

There's a lot out there to buy.
I mean, would you look?

Tritak just hit 15 a unit.

By the time
the dumb money gets back in,

it'll be at an all-time high.

Who's the new player?

Anonymous.

But I have a number.

Maybe you can strike a deal.

Hey, you called.
What's going on?

I'm saving our asses.
That's what's going on.

This is Harold Crane.
Yes?

Sir, this is Paul Ashton
with Baylor Zimm Investments.

I need to speak with you

about your majority share
in Tritak Energy.

I'm sorry. You'll need to
speak to my banker about that.

No, sir! I--

Sorry, Paul,
but my little buying frenzy

just reinvigorated
the Tritak MLP,

and I own all the shares.

Don't worry.
I'll sell you what you need.

After all,
what are friends for?

Your little game
of "hide the short"...

Only works when it's legal.

You can't prove anything.

No, I can't, but Victor
and a dozen other brokers

just lining up
to testify against you--

They'll do anything
to avoid jail time.

Let us through here.
That's the guy.

Over here.

There! Get him!

John Rooney, Assets.

It's all of it, all your money.

You were the only person that
I counted on when I was younger,

and I wish that
you could have counted on me,

and I hope that someday
maybe you can forgive me.

Of course I forgive you, kid.

You're family.

Of course I forgive you...

Even if I can't stand
your taste in suits.

So let me ask you this--

What are we gonna do
about reinvesting?

I think that maybe
you and I could look

into franchising the business,

but first I got some people
I want you to feed.

I didn't know what you were into
before we met, John,

and I don't know now, but...

You sure know
how to keep things interesting.

I saw signs posted downstairs.

Someone finally bought
this old place.

"New ownership."

It looks like we'll have
to make camp elsewhere.

Actually...

I know the new owner.

He's a smart kid...

With a good head
on his shoulders.

I don't think you'll have
to be moving anywhere.

Hey...

I never said thank you...

For looking after me
when I needed it.

Who's looking after you
these days?

Someone new.

Some big-shot broker, huh?

Where's the other one?

What other one?

There are supposed to be
two suspects.

You talking about the SEC guy?

Yeah.

They found him dead
in his apartment in Queens--

Self-inflicted GSW to the head.

Guess he couldn't stand
the thought of Otisville.

Hmm.

I heard
they both were arrested.

I don't know what to tell you.

I was thinking...

All of this was all too slick,

too complicated.

A stockbroker and a finance cop
couldn't pull this off.

No, there was someone else
behind the scenes,

someone who hired
a team of assassins,

who knew a bill would pass
in state government

weeks before it did,

someone who could use
$300 million

to finance a personal war.

So what's this?

The bigger picture.

Hello, John.

It's been a long time.

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