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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.

If you say so.

Any croquillants in there?

If that's a doughnut, then yes.

So what do we got?

Nothing much, unfortunately.

The machine kicked out
a number that has

one of the smallest digital
footprints I've ever seen.

No photos?

Not everyone in New York has
a driver's license, Mr. Reese.

First three digits
of the social

suggest that Jordan Hester
was born in Georgia.

I'm supposed to recognize him
by his accent?

Or her. I can't even
verify the gender.

Hester's living off the grid--
No photos online

and nothing on
the social networking sites.

Never understood why people

put all their information
on those sites.

Used to make our job
a lot easier in the CIA.

Of course.
That's why I created them.

You're telling me you invented

online social networking,
Finch?

The machine needed
more information.

People's social graph,
their associations--

Business wound up being
quite profitable too.

Unfortunately,
Jordan Hester seems

to be more cautious than most.

But I was able
to run a credit check.

According to this,
Hester's got two of everything.

Two bank accounts,
two apartments,

- two phone bills.
- If I had to guess,

which, as you know,
I hate doing,

I'd say we're looking at
a person leading a double life.

Can't cover them both.

Time for you
to get some fresh air.

I'll call Carter,

see if our guy-- or girl--
has a criminal record.

Is that a good idea?

Detective Carter's not exactly
your number one fan right now.

- Morning.
- Morning, Detective.

Lo and behold, Detective Carter

at an actual
homicide investigation.

What, are you tired of chasing
around your mystery man?

What do we got?

Eh, African-American male,
17 years old.

DOA, thanks
to this genius over here.

They got into an argument
over a girl.

- Murderer!
- But this is open and closed.

- The kid already confessed.
- Did he say why he did it?

He said, and I quote,
"what was I supposed to do?"

And then he said
it was our fault.

Yeah, how does that follow?

Said we weren't here
to stop him.

Hmm, one second.

Sure.

I tried to stop it.

There was nothing I could do.

I'm at the apartment
in The Village, Mr. Reese.

- Are you at the one in Brooklyn?
- Yep.

Any sign of Hester
at your location?

It would help if I knew
what I was looking for.

Hello.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Last one in pays for lunch.

I'm in the mood for Indian.

Any response
from Detective Carter?

Still not answering my calls.

Maybe you should try her.

You know, Carter's issue
isn't with you, Mr. Reese,

it's with your methods...

Our methods.

Not to mention the fact

that you gave up
a witness under her protection

and nearly got a cop killed
in the process.

- Nobody's perfect, Finch.
- This is very bohemian.

Maybe Hester's an artist
writer.

No photos though.

What are you seeing?

Well... It's very spartan.

Just a desk, mattress,

some free weights.
Not much else.

Maybe it's Hester's office.

In a different
apartment building?

Found a money roll
marked with Hester's initials.

Mostly small bills though.

Just going through his garbage.
I got some receipts.

The hammer and nail.

That pub is just
around the corner from here.

Receipt shows
an employee discount.

Money could be from a tip pool.

Finch, I'm going
to check it out.

If he lives and works
in Brooklyn,

what's this place for?

- What can I get ya?
- Whatever's on tap.

Hester,
what's taking you so long?

They were under
a bunch of other boxes.

Finch, got eyes on Hester.

- He's working as a barback.
- Barback?

How can he afford to keep up
the rent on both places?

Thanks for all the help.

Yeah, well--

It's much warmer
than yesterday.

I know, I know.
Okay.

So anything else I can
do for you, miss Hester?

No, and for the last time, ray,

please call me Jordan.

Um, Mr. Reese...

You have eyes on Hester,
but I have ears on her.

- What?
- Jordan Hester.

She's here in her apartment.

This isn't one person leading
a double life.

It's two people living one.

Welcome back.

I suppose I should thank you

for making them
evacuate the building.

Thank the automatic
sprinkler system.

So we still have no idea
who Jordan Hester is.

Well, at least
we narrowed it down.

Two people,
one social security number,

only one can be Hester,
so someone is an imposter.

Good luck telling who's who.

We'd better decide quickly.

Usually when the machine
gives us a number,

we have only 24 to 48 hours
before something happens.

Shouldn't we be able
to track down

a birth certificate
for one of them?

Long-form birth certificates
are hard to get a hold of.

Most medical records
over 20 years old

aren't digitized anywhere.

We're not dealing with
a typical identity thief here,

- are we?
- No.

Normally they would
steal your money

and go on a shopping spree.

This one is stealing
a whole life.

Did you get anything
from the woman's laptop?

Emails and contact list--
Nothing that would indicate

that she's not
the real Jordan Hester.

I blue-jacked
our guy's phone,

went through his recent calls.

Seems he rented a van LA week.

Maybe he's finally going
to buy some furniture.

We'll need to keep eyes
on both of them

till we figure this out.

We're still going
to need an extra hand.

Will the real Jordan Hester
please stand up?

Hello, Lionel.

Nice job handing Moretti
over to Elias.

I had no choice.

Well, you got HR buzzing.
Don't worry about it though.

I'm pretty close to finding out
who the major players are.

I didn't ask you here
to talk about HR.

I've got an assignment for you.

I need you to dig up everything
you can on a Jordan Hester.

You got me doing
undercover work for HR.

Now you want me to do
above-the-board stuff too?

Make up your mind.

I didn't realize it was my job

to make yours easier, Lionel.

Hey, good cop, bad cop,

it's only my life
we're playing with here.

It's not your life
I'm focused on right now, is it?

Someone needs our help.

- Which one?
- Exactly.

I'll see what I can do.

Hey, Finch,
what's your Hester up to?

Six hours and all she's done
is run errands.

Probably go
to the post office next.

- My Hester's still at work.
- So we're dealing with

the two most ordinary people
on the planet.

Except one of them
is not what they seem.

I did some more digging
on that credit report,

found something interesting.

A luxury co-op
on the upper West Side

ordered a credit check
six months ago.

Might be worth a look.

You're not telling me there's
a third Jordan Hester, are you?

I don't think so.

One of our Hesters rented
a large apartment there.

But the man at the front desk
says he's never met him or her.

Well, my Hester's still
in the middle of his shift.

I'll check it out.

You pull a double homicide?

I'm just doing a favor
for a friend over at vice.

Did you ever work
an identity theft case?

Every arrest I ever made.

They all say
I got the wrong guy.

Must be nice,
helping out people

who are still alive.

Everything okay?

Detective Carter.
I'm Special Agent Donnelly.

We worked together on the
Delancey shooting last month.

Right, of course.
What brings you back to the A?

You, actually.

What's this about?

You sent a set of fingerprints
through AFIS a few months back.

I work homicide.
That tends to happen.

Yeah, well,
these got our attention.

In your reports,

you refer to him as
"the man in the suit."

We think this may be the same
man who assaulted my team

and kidnapped a suspect
in our custody.

The way I remember it,

the suspect was later
cleared of all charges.

That's beside the point,
Detective.

Now our agents believe
that this man

may be connected to dozens
of unsolved homicides

and assaults over the years,

many of them here in New York
in the last six months.

A series of bank robberies
involving ex-military,

killing of a Stasi operative,
shootings of drug dealers,

gangsters,
even police officers.

Now, you speculated,

based on your initial interview
with this man,

that he was former military,
maybe Special Forces.

It's all in my reports.

No.
No, it's not.

Not by a long shot.

When can you spare me
an hour, Detective?

I've got something to show you.

Can I give you
a hand with that?

- Oh, thank you.
- There you are.

I'm taking a look
at this third apartment, Finch.

Look for anything
that might point

to which Hester it belongs to.

We're running out of time.

We need to find out
where the threat's coming from.

Don't know which Hester
it belongs to,

but I got an idea
what they're mixed up in.

I'm standing in the middle
of an MDMA lab.

Ecstasy.
Are you sure?

Well, it's either that or
someone's really into chemistry.

Found a guy who can tell us
what's going on.

But he's not really
in a talking mood right now.

Looks like I'm going
to have more company soon.

Good-bye.

At least we know why our
ID thief stole Hester's name.

MDMA can be made
with legal chemicals,

but they're monitored.
Buy in bulk,

and you draw the attention
of the authorities.

But if you use
someone else's name...

They wind up holding the bag.

Looks like your Hester's not
the only one who's employed.

Jordan's emails indicate
that she works in antiques,

maybe as a buyer or a dealer.

"Jordan"?

Are you on
a first name basis already?

No, I'm just...
Tired of using pronouns.

Hey, Finch,
our ecstasy cook just woke up.

- What happened?
- Some guy broke in.

- Got the drop on me.
- Well, he didn't take anything.

We got a bigger problem
right now.

- The boss wants to meet.
- What?

Four years and
we've never even seen the boss.

- Why are we meeting him now?
- I don't know.

This can't be good.

Come on, meeting's in an hour.

Hester's name is
on the lease for that co-op.

Odds are, either your Hester
or mine is the boss.

We need to stay close, Finch.

Oh, dear.
I think I just lost her.

Ah... Sometimes I wonder
if he'd be published today.

I'd be first in line,

but then, meandering exposition
is kind of my thing.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to intrude.

Oh, no, that's--
I'm Harold.

Jordan.

Excuse me a moment.

Why are you calling me?

Why are you talking to her?

Because I haven't your gift
for avoiding people.

Besides, she seems nice,

and she has excellent taste
in literature.

Or she knows
you're tailing her,

and she circled back
for a closer look.

Maggie, I'm taking off.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Finch, Hester's on the move.

He could be meeting up
with the cooks.

I've lost her again.

Mr. Reese, what did
that drug cook look like?

Big, kind of... terrifying?

Not even close.

If we've mistaken this woman
for a drug dealer,

isn't it possible
that someone else has too?

Anything's possible, Finch.

Did you bring a weapon?

I told you, Mr. Reese.
I don't like weapons.

Well, you'd better be prepared
to talk them to death,

and you'd better do it fast,

because I think I know which one
of them is the imposter,

which means your Hester
is in trouble.

Jordan!

You forgot your jacket.

You're in danger.
Come with me.

Who were those guys?

Don't look back.
Just keep walking.

- So you're the boss?
- Yeah, that's right.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but why are we
meeting in person?

Someone's onto us.

We need to finish this batch
and relocate.

- We're low on safrole.
- Already got it covered.

Looks like we know who's who.

My guy's the drug dealer.

And your drug dealer has placed

the real Jordan Hester
in danger.

All right, come on.
Hurry up. Let's go.

Hello, Lionel.

Hey, I think your guy
might be cooking ecstasy.

Is that so?

He got arrested six months ago

when one of his distributors
got popped.

Narcotics found evidence
that he was buying chemicals,

but the distributor couldn't
pick him out of a lineup,

so they had
to cut Hester loose.

All the distributor knew
was a name.

He had actually
never met the boss.

So if that's it,

then maybe I can just go back
to doing one job for you, huh?

Not just yet.

Hester--
or whatever his name is--

is very serious
about protecting his identity.

Maybe serious enough to kill.

You think
he'd go after the girl?

That's what I need to know,

which means
you need to find out

how he stole her identity.

But who were those guys?

I'm afraid they may be
in the drug trade,

and they think you are too.

Thanks.

That's who stole my identity?
A drug dealer?

So you know about the ID theft.

I've known for a few weeks,

but I think
it's been going on for months.

I kept calling
my credit card company, my bank.

They kept telling me
to call the police.

The cops just kept telling me
to fill out more reports

and call the bank.

White collar crime
is at the bottom

of every police department's
to-do list.

Well, I take it
you're not a cop.

Not quite.

Private investigator?

It's very Raymond Chandler,
isn't it?

The reality is a little bit
more mundane, I'm afraid,

mostly following people around
and taking pictures.

Why were you following me?

I've been hired
by another victim.

The police didn't do anything
for him either.

- So what do I do now?
- Right now?

Breathe deep.
Have a cup of tea.

I have someone keeping an eye

on the man that
stole your identity.

As soon as we have
enough proof to arrest him,

we'll get the police involved.

You Franklin?

You must be Fusco.

Detective Dez Franklin,
ID Theft Squad.

How can I help?

Jordan Hester, she's our vic.

A man stealing a woman's
identity-- That's a new one.

Yeah, apparently, it's been
going on for about a year now.

A year?
So we're not talking about

a shopping spree at Best Buy.

He's using her ID as a cover
for criminal activity, right?

- We think he's cooking E.
- Seriously?

Why do you find that
so strange?

This case last year.

Suspect claimed he was innocent
all the way through trial,

said somebody
stole his identity.

No one believed him?

My unit catches upwards
of 100 new complaints every day.

Can't bring us in every time
somebody says he didn't do it.

- What was the charge?
- Manufacture with intent.

Making ecstasy.

Kyle Morrison.

I'm pretty sure
he's still locked up.

I'll take this.

That's my cue.

I'm Detective Franklin.

I'd like to talk to you about
a string of credit card thefts.

We already know
about the scanner

you keep under your apron.

- NYPD Homicide.
- Yes, it's Detective Fusco.

I'm looking for an inmate
by the name of Kyle Morrison.

Can you tell me
where he's being held?

Hope you're enjoying
your tea, Finch.

I'm going to take a closer look
at Hester's van.

Oh, the guy takes his computer
with him everywhere.

He's even more careful
than you are, Finch.

I might need a little help
cracking his--

Never mind.

Laptop's not
password-protected.

Guess he's not as careful
as I thought, Finch.

Okay, not seeing any secret
accounts full of drug profits

or messages about business.

To give you more leverage
and control--

And since when do
seasoned drug dealers

need how-to tips
from the Internet?

Oh, I missed a client meeting.

What do you do for a living?

Oh, well, technically
I'm a freelance buyer,

but no one really knows
what that means.

- Buyer of what?
- Antiques.

You know, I love old stuff.

- Like books.
- Especially books.

I can't really afford
to buy the stuff I like,

so people hire me
and I buy old stuff for them.

Kind of like a interior
decorator with cobwebs.

Sounds like fun.

Well, it's an embarrassing use
of an arts degree,

but it's my dream.

You know, someday I'd love
to own my own shop.

That is, if this whole ID thing

hasn't permanently ruined
my credit,

or I don't wind up dead.

Any idea when I can go home?

I think it's too dangerous
right now.

What if these guys figured out
where you live?

We should get you a hotel room.

Can I at least pack a bag?

I'm not sure that's wise.

Even if you came with me?

So this is
our entire next shipment?

Where'd you get this stuff?
It smells a little different.

That's because
it's even more pure.

Now let's start the cook.

So this batch
will be ready in, what?

24 hours or so?

If my nana was cooking it.

You're homicide?

You guys think
I killed someone too?

That's not why I'm here.

What, so you just
want to rub it in?

Well, congratulations.
You got me.

I thought you didn't do it.

I'm not a drug dealer.

I've been saying that
for a year.

Nobody's believed me yet.

Once a suspect,
always a suspect.

Isn't that
the official NYPD motto?

When did you know
your identity was first stolen?

When the cops
knocked down my door,

put a shotgun to my head.

And that was what?
A year ago?

You know what?

The more I talked to you guys,

the more you twisted
my words around,

so, you know, maybe today
I'm not in the mood.

We think what happened to you

may have happened
to someone else.

Sit down.

Look, I know you got
no reason to trust me.

I know exactly how you feel.

Everyone's got you wrong.

Everyone thinks you're something
that you're not,

and you got no way
to change their mind.

You help me catch this guy,

and I'll see
about getting you out of here.

You believe me?

Until you give me
reason not to.

When it-- When it started,
it was just the money.

I'd call the bank, and then
they'd close the account,

but then another one
would pop right back up.

Before long,
my credit was shot,

my savings were gone.

Couldn't pay my mortgage.
I couldn't support my family.

And then the cops
came rolling up.

You got kids?

My boy's nine.

Missed my daughter's
second birthday last month.

Her mother doesn't want
anything to do with me anymore.

Look, you help me
catch this guy,

and I'll do my best to get you
home and see your little girl.

I give you my word.

Something's not right here.

Damn it, we're out of time.

The cops are on their way
here right now.

What? How?

Who cares? We've gotta get
this merch out of here fast.

What about the cook?

Forget it, this lab is burned.

Wipe everything down for prints.
I'm gonna pack this stuff up.

It's okay.

Oh, okay.

Why are there
towels everywhere?

Oh, yeah, sprinkler system
went off yesterday.

- Some idiot pulled the alarm.
- How odd.

I've arranged
a hotel room for you,

if you want
to collect your things.

Uh, in a minute.

We really shouldn't linger.

I know,
but after the day I've had,

I could use something
a little stronger than tea.

Here's the victim's accounts.

You recognize
any of these charges?

Hardware stores.

There were a lot of those
on my accounts too.

And bulk purchases
of chemicals.

That's what the cops used
as evidence against me.

- Supplies for the labs.
- I guess.

Recognize anything else?

Okay.

These are the bank statements.

- You recognize anything here?
- Wait.

Why do you have
a picture of her?

That's Jordan Hester.
She's the victim.

No, no, no, that's Mary.

She was the receptionist
at my accountant's office.

Mary?

Excuse me a minute.

When you're done with
the wipe-down, get the hell out,

and I'll be in touch
when I find a new lab.

Get one with skylights
like the last one.

It's better ventilation for
when we heat the phosphorous.

Yeah, sure, whatever you want.

Let's move!

Phosphorous is used
to make meth, "boss."

And the last place didn't
have any skylights.

Who the hell are you?

I think we may have gotten
this backwards, Finch.

My Hester's
not the identity thief,

which means yours is.

I know.

Something wrong, Harold?

I don't know who you are,
but you're not the boss.

Don't be an idiot.
Put the gun down.

Boss, boss,
the cops are outside.

Everybody grab what they can.

That's the guy
who knocked me out.

We don't have time for this.

I know you're
the real Jordan Hester.

Then you know
I'm not going anywhere.

I don't think I feel very well.

In fact, I'm certain of it.

I feel quite discombobu--

bobu-- bobu--

It'll pass, Harold.

Don't worry. Pretty soon,
you'll feel much better.

Tell me who you are.

Who I am doesn't matter
right now.

What matters is,
I know who you are.

Who am I, then?
Stay back.

- I will shoot you.
- How?

The safety's still on.

No offense,

but I'm surprised you fooled
these guys as long as you did.

Is that really how you think
a drug dealer dresses?

I know you're
the real Jordan Hester.

I know your life was stolen.

Here.
I even know who stole it.

Do the other one.

Well, who stole it?

First things first.

What exactly was your plan?

You were accused
of being a drug dealer,

so then you decided
to become one?

No one would believe me.

And I was always
a bit of an introvert,

you know, a private person.

Yeah, I know the type.

I never thought that
I would be punished for it.

My old boss, police--

People hear
you're a drug dealer,

they stop listening to you.

I mean,
have you ever hit bottom?

I never realized
how far down I could go.

After a while, I figured,

if people keep thinking
I'm this bad guy,

why do I keep trying
to convince them that I'm not?

Someone stole your identity,

so you decided to steal theirs.

Well, yeah, but only long
enough to destroy this lab.

That's nitric acid,
not safrole.

It'll melt all this into mush,
destroy this equipment.

And then I was going
to take the rest of this supply,

about $1/2 million worth,

to lure that bastard
out into the open.

And then what?
Kill him?

I don't want to kill anybody.

I just want my identity back.

Okay.

It's a terrible plan.

But I like it, so let's do it.

Oh, first thing
you need to know,

the bastard isn't a he.
She's a she.

Finch, are you there?

I most certainly am.

You need to get out of there.

He wasn't planning to kill her,

so she must still
be planning to kill him.

Why, I never...

Harold?

You all right?

- I believe you've drugged me.
- Ecstasy.

I told you you'd feel better.

My dopamine and
norepinephrine levels are...

Whoosh.

But if I understand
this process,

I can counter the ef--

Oh, wow.

Well, hello there.

Well, it was either this
or shoot you.

I find chemistry...

So much more efficient.

Finch, I've got this end
under control.

We're preparing a surprise
for our mutual friend.

Our Mutual Friend,
Charles Dickens,

published... 1864, '65.

The plot turns on a case
of concealed identity!

How ironic.

Hey, do you have a copy?

- What?
- What?

Finch, are you all right?

- Never been all right-er.

But I might have been outfoxed.

Finch outfoxed.

- Finch, what's going on?
- Wow.

Wow, wow.

What the hell are you doing?

- Wow.
- Fi--

Finch?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
that is my very good friend.

Who was it?

Who is he?
Where is he?

Nowhere that matters,
and not in the lab.

Oh, no.

Joseph, it's me.

You need to get to the lab.
No, now.

We've got bigger problems
than I thought.

I'm taking care of things here.

I'll meet you there.

I like your face sideways.

I'm sorry, Harold.

Mm.

Fast as you can, Fusco.

851 12th street, The Village.
Finch is in trouble.

All right, I'm on it.

You've still got
your security clearance

from your time
in the army, Detective,

so I can show you this.

The FBI doesn't
run classified ops

unless there's issues of...
national security.

Used to be the CIA
worked closely with us.

Then they stopped.

Extreme action became the norm.

Kidnappings, renditions,
assassinations,

and worse, we think
they did some of these things

right here in the U.S.

And to run these ops,

they needed dangerous,
often sociopathic men...

Like the one
you've been chasing.

But at some point, we think
this man left the agency.

Initially,
the pattern was chaotic,

but now a trend has emerged.

We think we know what he's doing
here in New York.

And what is that?

We think he's selling
his services

to the highest bidder.

We've seen it before,
Mexican Special Forces

taking over the drug trade
in Juarez,

ex-British SAS selling
blood diamonds in Liberia...

Men like that,
they're done fighting.

There's no place
for them in society,

which makes them
very dangerous.

We believe he's been
working with one

of the organized
crime syndicates,

specifically a man named Elias.

You think he's working
for Elias?

One of our contacts
in the Russian mob told us

he took out a team
they sent to kill Elias.

Now the CIA is already trying

to clean up this mess.

We know that
you've been contacted

by this man, Agent Snow.

We believe that he's the man
the agency uses

to sweep these domestic ops
under the rug.

Tell me...

What's the Bureau's interest
in this?

What's your interest?

You want to put one over
on the CIA?

Yes, I want to expose the CIA
for what it's become,

but... mainly,
I want to catch him.

We can't have
rogue government hit men

operating on domestic soil.

Obviously you feel the same.

That's why you've been
so vigilant in pursuing him.

- Oh, without much luck.
- So far.

But you've been working alone.

Now you'll have
the Bureau's support.

We're going back
to all the old cases,

reinterviewing witnesses,
looking at physical evidence,

so beyond your report,

is there anything else
you can share with us?

Nothing comes to mind.

But, um,
I'll keep you informed.

Rest assured, Detective,

we'll find him.

- You alone?
- What?

Hello, Detective,
just in time for dinner.

Have a seat.
Almost ready.

Fast food.

Very bad.

- What is that?
- She made it for me.

It's some kind of flambe.

Wait, wait, wait,
it's not quite ready.

Come on,
let's get you out of here.

Okay.

This way, this way.

I got him.

Good.
Thanks, Lionel.

I'll call you as
soon as we're clear.

Let's go.

Don't move!

Drop the bags.
Drop the bags.

Hello, Mr. Hester.

Did you really think you could
take over my operation?

Well, you're here, aren't you?

Touche.

I'm thinking of keeping
your name a little longer.

After all...

I'm a better Jordan Hester
than you've ever been.

Get rid of them.

More than enough chemicals
in here to deal with the bodies.

Wait, wait, wait.

I've got something
important to show you.

Yeah, yeah, what's that?

Hydrochloric acid.

You don't want me to drop this.

You're lying.

Yeah?

Relax.

It's just water.

Time to finish this,
don't you think?

Hey, knock it off.

Where are we going?

I'm gonna take down
some bad guys.

You're gonna stay in the car.

Here.

What am I supposed
to do with this?

I found what
connects the two Jordan Hesters,

a discount tax prep chain,
same accountant.

You're going to help me
track him down.

Here.
Know how to work this?

Oh.

You wanna hack the Pentagon?

We had to meet here?

Relax, Richard.

Dinners with clients
are a write-off.

You should know that.

I can't keep doing this, Mary.

I could lose my job.

You give me what I want,

or you're going to lose
a lot more than your job.

Now, who do I get to be next?

You said
a woman this time, right?

Well, men tend
to hold a grudge.

Try this one instead.

Your name's not Mary either.

It's Tara.

You can run along.

Nice mug shot.

Impressive rap sheet too.

Arrests for shoplifting,
forging checks, insurance fraud.

Torched your own name
by the time you were 23.

What now?

You gonna kill me?

For a while, I thought
I might have it in me.

But then, I was just
playing you, wasn't I?

For the record, you make
a terrible Jordan Hester.

There she is.

Tara Verlander.

You're under arrest.

We'll get to the charges later.

Gonna take some time
to sort this out.

Thank you...

for giving me my life back.

You're welcome.

♪ My hands are red,
I have been bleeding ♪

♪ What will happen,
what will happen ♪

♪ when I seduce you, teacher ♪

How did you track down
her old mug shot?

Watch your head.

Police work.
Even I do it on occasion.

I'm surprised
you didn't want the collar.

Too high-profile.

Plus I think HR's
taking a cut of her operation.

Which do you like better,
good cop or bad cop?

You tell me.

Am I under with HR,
or am I working cases with you?

I'll let you know.

♪ Fire burning down
a monastery ♪

♪ why'd you do it ♪

♪ How I begged him
to take other women on ♪

♪ but he don't know
where to turn ♪

♪ he don't know
who to call on ♪

On the gate.

Releasing prisoner.

♪ Tears in my eyes ♪

♪ everyone's asking ♪

♪ everyone's asking ♪

- You're a free man.
- Thank you.

Now get home
to your little girl.

♪ Apologies like the birds
in the sky ♪

♪ and even they are falling ♪

♪ like the tears in my eyes ♪

♪ everyone's asking, "where's
your child in this plan?" ♪

Whoa, why didn't you tell me
I had so many books?

It'll be out of your system
in a few hours.

But you should
really drink this,

so you don't get dehydrated.

You're leaving?

No, I'll stick around,
keep an eye on you.

You should really
get some sleep.

You don't want to talk?

You might regret it
in the morning.

You're a very private person,
remember?

Come on.
Ask me anything.

Good night, Harold.

Good night, Nathan.

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