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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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Sometimes I wonder
what kind of man I'd be

if she hadn't been killed.

I hear people change
when they lose a parent,

especially when that parent
is murdered.

Ah.

Big test today, right?

I always hated algebra.

All those Xs a Ys
made my head spin.

I don't mind it so much.

Hey, you wanna talk about it?

- It's no big deal.
- It seems like it might be.

It's just some rich d-bag's
giving me a hard time

- for being on scholarship.
- I wanna know who they are.

- No way.
- Taylor.

Last thing I need
is you fighting my battles.

I'm not some little kid.

I'll take the subway
home tonight.

I know you're working late.

Pad thai for dinner?

Yeah.

Have a good day, okay?

Carter.

It's Lablanca in SID.

You ready for me
to make your day?

You know those accounts
you thought belonged to Elias?

The ones we traced
to that investment firm

a few weeks ago?

When you flagged
those accounts,

they had a balance
of $4 million.

As of this morning, not a dime.

Elias drained them, Carter.
All of them.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Bit of a late start,
Mr. Reese.

Did you forget
to set your alarm?

Had my yoga class.

Well, I hope you've
gotten in touch with your chi

because it seems
we have a big day ahead of us.

We received five numbers
this morning.

Hm, bumper crop.

Meet the heads
of the five families.

Caparelli.

Zambrano.
Grifoni.

Basile.

Gianni Moretti Jr.

Moretti's son.

Junior took over when Moretti
went to prison.

Unless all these men
suddenly decided

to turn on one another,

I think it's fair to assume
that they're being targeted.

Short list of people
crazy enough to take on

the entire leadership
of the Cosa Nostra.

Only one, in my opinion.

Elias.

He's already
kidnapped his father.

Eliminate the remaining dons,

he could control
the entire mafia.

I don't know, Finch.

We could let the trash
take out the trash.

I know they encouraged
a certain moral flexibility

when you worked
at the CIA, Mr. Reese,

but I like to think
that we're reaching

for a higher standard.

In any case,

we need to consider
the collateral damage.

So we're going to babysit
the five most powerful criminals

in New York.

How do we get close to them?

These gentlemen
meet once a month

at the Covenant Club
in Brooklyn.

There are no cameras
allowed inside

the private meeting room,
and no cell phones.

Not gonna be easy
to spy on these guys.

Not even for you, Finch.

That sounds like a challenge,
Mr. Reese.

The club recently installed
a new fire alarm system.

In case of emergency,
fire fighters could communicate

with anyone trapped inside
through a sound system.

But any speaker can be converted
to a crude microphone

by reversing polarity.

Those idiots from the
Department of Homeland Security,

they can't even
take a bribe right.

That shipment was half
of what it was supposed to be.

What are we gonna do with it?

Nice work, Finch.

We'll step on it
more than usual.

If the customers complain,

they can put a note
in our suggestion box.

You kidding me with this?

Business as usual
like nothing's changed?

We're all very sorry
for your father's situation,

Junior.

Situation?

My father's probably dead.

I wanna know what the family's
gonna do to retaliate

against this Elias.

You mean your half-brother?

Your old man brought this
on himself.

He sired a little bastard
and then he had the poor taste

to have the mother bumped off.

That's a filthy lie.

No disrespect, Junior.

We don't care if you bring
Elias over for Thanksgiving.

He's a player,
brings in a lot of cash.

You wanna work with a man
that you know is robbing you?

And stealing our territories?

It's a business, kid.
It's not a love affair.

We work with him,

we all get rich.

We need to convey
to these gentlemen

that Elias won't be interested
in making a deal.

I think it's time
to update Detective Carter.

That could be difficult,
since she's not speaking to us.

An apology might
go a long way, Mr. Reese.

If Elias
moved all of his money,

where did it go?

I don't know yet.

The funds went out
to over 1,000 unique payees.

Did you get any names
of the people he paid?

It's not that easy.

Yeah, it never is
with this guy.

Everything's going out
as cash or wire transfers.

We could trace it,
but the warrants alone

would take a couple weeks.

What do you think he's buying?

Elias doesn't care
about material things.

He buys people.

People who'll murder for money.

Cops and politicians
who'll look the other way.

Well, whatever it is,
he just bought a lot of it.

You'll have to eat
with your hands.

I remember you were pretty good
with a knife back in the day.

They called you
"the blade," right?

I never understood
your generation and...

The ridiculous nicknames.

You spent too much time
growing fat.

Soft.

Some of them even tried
to turn the family legit,

like your son.

I mean, your real son.

Why don't you
just kill me already?

I would hate for you
to miss the show.

I'm gonna do what you
never had the stones to.

I'm gonna unite the families,
and take control.

Oh, that's some plan
for a nobody.

And you think my associates
are gonna go along

with this farce?

They won't have a choice.

Besides, I never learned
how to share.

My mother might have taught me,

but she didn't
get the chance, did she?

45 minutes to Queens?
I got a real job, you know.

HR is your real job, Fusco.

I need some intel on that guy

who's been stirring things up
around town.

Tall guy with a suit.

Likes shooting people
in the kneecaps.

I thought
he was yesterday's news.

Not to the feds.

They set up a new task force
trying to locate him.

We wanna know
everything they do,

see if we can
get to him ourselves.

Why, you looking
to put him on the payroll?

You ask a lot
of questions, Fusco.

I got an inquisitive mind.

We're doing a job for Elias.

Since when does HR
work for Elias?

We don't work for anybody.

We lend a hand
when it's in our best interest.

Right now that's Elias.

When you're done
looking into that matter,

I'd call in sick.

You don't wanna be working
Homicide next couple of days.

Are you certain this
is the best course of action?

Mafiosi don't take kindly
to people who approach them...

Unannounced.

They're like feral dogs
that way.

No time for anything
but the direct approach, Finch.

Besides, I've always
been good with dogs.

What are you, lost?

I'm here to give you
a heads up about Elias.

He's got plans.

And they don't include you
and your friends.

- You a cop?
- Not even close.

Frankly, I'd be inclined

to let you idiots
kill each other,

but that could get messy.

Your men here
can't protect you.

But I can.
If you come with me.

Thanks for your concern,
my friend, but...

I don't need your help.

I struck out, Finch.
Caparelli wouldn't listen to me.

What happened, Mr. Reese?

Elias got to him, Finch.

You were right
about collateral damage.

I wish they were dead.
All of them.

- What happened, Carl?
- They started it.

Calling me names.

Ms. Beecher told me
you never turned in

your term project.

That's 'cause it was stupid.

Is this it?

- I'm not a bastard.
- Is that why you fought them?

Who called you that?

Come on, I'll help you
fill out the rest.

With what?
It's for family.

Well, Carl Elias, you got me.

And your foster sisters.

I had a mother.

She's gone.

Maybe we could
do some research,

find some more names
to fill in.

Like my father?

Oh, h-honey...

You must have heard something
about him, who he was--

Carl, do me a favor.

Let it go.

Do you think he even knows

about what happened to my mom?

Here's what I know, baby.

We are all descended from kings.

You gotta live your own life.

Be your own man.

You understand?

I was wondering
when you'd call, John.

I heard you witnessed the
tragedy earlier this afternoon.

I hope you weren't hurt
from the explosion.

Elias...

End this before
anyone else gets hurt.

I'm only doing what I think
is best for the city.

So you're gonna kill
everyone who gets in the way?

We're more alike
than you'd like to admit.

Both killers in our own right.

But now you save innocent people
like Charlie Burton,

not old gangsters.

Just leave those men to me.

You know I can't do that.

I can't say I'm surprised.

See you on the other side.

We have another problem.
Detective Carter.

I thought she wasn't
answering her calls.

She wasn't.

But as you know,
I've always taken

a somewhat liberal view
of how to use a telephone.

She knows that Elias
is up to something.

After Caparelli's murder,
she started reaching out

to the remaining dons,
offering them police protection.

She doesn't know that Elias

is planning to take them
all out at once.

Or that he's got HR's backing.

I need her location.
Now.

You come with me.

The rest of you
lock down both ends of the block

until we get this guy
out of here, understood?

Who are we bringing in,
Detective?

Don Basile.

He's going into
protective custody

until we can take down Elias.

- You Carter?
- Yeah.

How am I supposed to know
you're not on Elias's payroll?

You can't.

You got another option,
I recommend you take it.

Otherwise, let's move.

All right, come on, come on.

Detective...

Where'd everyone go?

Get back.

- Unh!
- Get back!

You really should
return your calls, Detective.

Those new bootleg CDs, boss.

We got a whole bunch more
in Lou's trunk.

Hold on a second, kid.

I'd like a word, please.

Maybe I should stay, pop.

Go home, tell your mother
I already ate.

But, pop,
I was just thinking--

You came to us
through Lou, right?

That's right, sir.

Thing is, I don't know
much about you, kid,

but you look familiar.

Along with the name.
Elias.

I think you know what I mean.

My mother
was Marlene Elias, sir.

I thought so.

Beautiful woman.

I've been told that, sir.

I thought about
when this day might come.

What I would say to you.

What are you doing here, kid?
What do you want from me?

I just want a job, sir.

A chance to learn
from the best.

To prove myself.

You know where diamonds
come from, kid?

Starts out as carbon.

Black as coal,
buried miles beneath the earth.

Takes pressure,
temperatures hotter than hell.

Billions of years,
until a volcano

blows it to the surface.

That is the only way
to form a diamond.

Never heard that before.

I didn't know my father either.

I survived.

I didn't know that, sir.

But...

You're here because
you figured some things out.

So now you and me,

we have our own little secret.

They tell me
you got a pair, kid.

Tenacious.
Capable.

- I like to think so, sir.
- You keep your head up.

There's a place for you here.

Thank you, sir.

So nice to finally meet you.

The officer's stable.

Lucky for us,
you got good timing.

I guess you should know,
the FBI has a new task force

set up in your honor.

They think
you're working with Elias.

I'm often misunderstood.

I take it things
didn't go as expected

with Mr. Basile.

I don't know
who to trust anymore.

You can trust us...

Detective.

Elias transferred $4 million
in the past 48 hours

to a dozen cash and carry hubs
around the city.

We could use those transfers
to track down

the men working for him, but...

I can't access their database
without a warrant.

Maybe I could use...

Other techniques...

To access the information
we need.

If we track down
the men on Elias's payroll,

they may lead us right to him.

In the meantime,

I need to convince
those old Dons

that the only way to stay alive

is to work with us.

Thanks for the backup.

If I'm not there next time...

I want you to be prepared.

Not exactly standard issue.

Should I ask
where you got these?

Probably best if you don't.

You getting shipped
back to Iraq or something?

I need an assist.

Did you bring the extra vest
and ammo like I told you?

Yeah.

Just get in.

You're the only cop
I can trust right now.

Who am I looking at, Finch?

I was able to trace
the financial transactions

coming out of Elias's accounts.

The man you're following
is one of the recipients.

Elias's payroll reads

like a who's who
of the US penal system.

I'm following him.

But who's he following?

It's a family.

Any idea who they are?

Maybe they're related
to the Dons.

Elias isn't above
threatening their loved ones.

Right theory.

Wrong organization.

Elias's people are following
HR families, Finch.

I don't understand
his strategy.

HR are his allies.

In war, you need
to be able to coerce your allies

every bit as much
as your enemies.

Which means if any
of his law enforcement contacts

gets out of line,
he has a backup plan.

That's what I would do.

If you had listened to me
to begin with

we could have gotten him
before he went after my father.

Detectives.

What's so important you
bully your way into our club?

You're going
into protective custody

until we can find Elias.

I don't think so.

It's not really
up for discussion.

You've failed
to control this man.

Some of you tried
to cut deals with him.

And now he's coming after you.

I'm not gonna stand by
and let innocent civilians

get killed because
you chose to ignore

what was right in front
of your nose.

Jimmy!

Come show the detectives out.

What are you, sleeping?

Jimmy!

Looks like your boys
abandoned you.

You wanna bet Elias's men
aren't far behind?

We don't work with cops.

You don't wanna
come voluntarily,

we're gonna take you by force.

What are you gonna shoot us?

If I shoot you,
then maybe Elias

won't have to blow up
a carload of innocent people.

Hey, shouldn't
we call for backup?

You are my backup.

Here come Elias's guys.

Hello?

It's for you.

Hello?

Turn left and go two blocks
to 954 President Street.

You got good timing.

- Next left, Fusco.
- Go to the second floor.

- The code is 3288.
- Got it.

Who owns this place again?

A friend.

You got some weird friends,
Carter.

I don't remember
a lot about my mom.

I was four when she died.

Of course, you know that.

But every so often
I get these images of her,

especially
when I smell her perfume.

Shalimar, I think.

She had dark hair.

Kind eyes.

Other times
I just see the blood.

Just so much blood
from such a small person.

There was a problem, boss.

The detective--
The one you wanted gone.

Mm-hm.

She took him.

- Which one?
- All of them.

I see.

We'll need our friends
on the police force

to join us on this one.

Detectives Carter and Fusco
are both safe and sound

at one of my properties,
Mr. Reese.

As are the remaining Dons.

Good to hear, Finch.

How'd she convince him
to go with her?

She didn't.
She kidnapped them.

It seems you've had something

of an influence on her,
Mr. Reese.

Thanks, Finch.

I'm not certain
I meant that as a compliment.

Elias isn't gonna
take this lying down, Finch.

No sign of him yet,
but I've tracked down

a dozen of his men.

All positioned to strike
against the families of HR cops

if things don't go his way.

Luckily HR doesn't know
where the Dons are.

Only Carter and Fusco do.

Finch...

The men that we're tracking...

Are any of them near
Marbury High School in Brooklyn?

Yes, why?

That's where Carter's son
goes to school.

What was the accident?
Is my mom gonna be all right?

It's too soon to tell.

But I'll take you
right to the hospital.

- Hello?
- Taylor?

You don't know me,
but you are in danger

and I want you
to stay inside the school

with a teacher
until we can get to you.

Taylor?

Just keep quiet,
and you won't get hurt.

Hey, I need to see your pass!

Unh!

Ooh!

How long you think
we can stay here?

Until we know they're safe.

They're mob bosses, Carter.

That ain't gonna happen
any time soon.

You've gotta be kidding me.

How did Elias' men find us?

- I thought you shook them off.
- I did, we were free and clear.

What do you have?

Carter, I need
to tell you something.

You've gotta know I'm not gonna
let anything happen to him.

You understand?
I'll find him.

Find who?
What's going on, John?

Taylor?

Taylor.

You got a great kid here,
Detective.

I swear to God, if you
touch him I'll kill you.

You have the means
to set him free.

You can't call for backup.

Who you gonna trust anymore?

You know I can't
hand these guys over to you.

I might as well
kill them myself.

If you're up to it,
that would be extremely helpful.

Why do you need
the bosses dead, Elias?

You've already shown
how powerful you are.

You don't understand
the evil you're protecting,

do you?

Let me tell you something
about Zambrano.

He earns his living
by selling heroin

to schoolchildren.

Grifoni sells guns
to the highest bidder.

My esteemed half-brother,

a man who
not only imports drugs,

but young girls.

These are the men
that you are protecting.

Things would be much better
under your watch, huh?

I run an efficient enterprise.

There's no infighting,
there's no conflict

over territory.

I am the evolution
of organized crime.

You're a force
of corruption and weakness.

My answer is no.

He wants to trade Taylor
for the Dons.

- How can I do that?
- You can't.

But you don't have to make that decision,
'cause I'm gonna get your son back,

no matter what the cost.

I won't let anyone hurt him.

You hear me, Carter?

Promise me.

You have my word.

Finch, I need you to tell me
where to find the boy.

I'm a step ahead of you,
Mr. Reese.

The only way to locate Taylor
is to make a deal

with the devil.

I hope you're not referring
to Elias.

Elias isn't
the only fallen angel

in our rolodex, Mr. Reese.

You okay, Carter?

They got my kid.

You sure not calling backup's
the way to go here?

You don't get it, Fusco.

You see those two in the suits?

They work Vice at the 15th.

They're here to help Elias,
not back us up.

What do you wanna do?

Wait.

Make sure this place
is sealed off.

Okay.
I'll do a sweep,

and make sure it's airtight.

You should have been our
wheel-man, Detective Carter.

I don't think your partner
had it in him.

Don't go blaming Fusco,
this isn't on him.

You sure about that?

Because I got
this vague recollection...

That your partner
used to be on the take.

In fact now that
I think about it,

I'm sure of it.

He was partners with that,
uh, Detective Stills, right?

That dirty cop who went missing

a few months back?

Those guys had their paws
around every game in town.

All of them on the take.

And they didn't care
because they'd just

throw a piece upstairs,
you know.

Shaking down low-life
drug dealers, pimps,

whatever scratch
they could get.

They even did some wet work.

Hello, Detective.

I've come to talk it over
in person.

Are you ready
to pick the right side?

Hello, Officer Simmons.

I wonder if I might have
a few minutes of your time.

Who the hell are you?

You gonna tell me who you are
or do I have to arrest you?

I'd like to talk to you
about your organization.

The one commonly referred to
as HR.

It's come to my attention
that HR has been paid

a large sum of money to ignore

any criminal activities
involving a man named Elias.

Really.

And how exactly did this
come to your attention?

I notice things, Officer.

Things the rest
of the world ignores.

And I've noticed things
about Elias

that I believe
you've overlooked.

I doubt that.

I'm a pretty
observant guy myself.

You think Elias
stands for a return

to the way things used to be.

A firm hand on the reins
of organized crime.

But he also stands
for other things.

This is Elias's surveillance
of HR police officers

and their families.

You're in bed with the devil.

This man will go to any length
to get what he wants,

including kidnapping children.

Detective Carter's son
is only his most recent victim.

I didn't hear
anything about that.

Look, I recognize, Officer,
that I'm placing myself

in danger by sitting here
with you.

I need you to understand
that you're placing

your family in danger
by doing business with Elias.

What the hell is this?

The man following your wife
is an ex-con

whose prior convictions
include rape, manslaughter...

Elias is keeping
you and yours in check...

Until his plan is finished.

After that...

Who knows whether
he'll have any use for you.

How do I know this guy
doesn't work for you, huh?

I imagine you don't.

But are you really willing
to bet your family's life on it?

What do you want?

You need to get me the location

of Detective Carter's son and

call of any men you have
working on Elias's behalf.

HR severs its ties with Elias
as of this moment.

Not gonna wait
all night, Detective.

Let him go, Elias.

He's got no part in this.

Taylor seems like
a very nice young man.

I'd rather not hurt him.

You need to accept the fact

that no one's coming
to save you-- You are all alone.

I think-- Uh, I think
it's right up over here.

Ooh, colder than a witch's nip

in a brass bra.

Where's Don Moretti?

Yeah, you tell me, kid.

Well, uh, the boss
wanted me to tell you

he wished he could be here...

But he couldn't make it.

- Come on.
- Talk about brass.

Used to be the Dons
would clean up their own mess.

Moretti didn't have the stones
to be here.

You know, Deluca told me
he made him get rid

of the broad back in the day.

Now we gotta deal
with this miserable bastard.

Aw, for crying out loud.

Here come the waterworks.

What's the matter, kid?

Not the family reunion
you were hoping for?

What an idiot,
I should have known.

Yeah, well, the Don's
already got one idiot kid.

Guess he didn't
need another one.

You two think you're safe
because there's just one of me.

That I'm weak
and that you're strong.

That's not strength.

That's weakness.

Look at you...
A bunch of jealous idiots.

Liars, betraying each other.

I don't need that.

I get my strength
from being alone,

and that's why
I'm gonna destroy all of you.

Shut him up already, will ya?

Unh!

Come on, help me out!
Little bastard!

Unh!

This is where
they're holding Taylor.

What's your plan, John?

No plan.

I'll just take
the direct approach.

I'm sorry I'm not much use
on this end of things.

Look...

Show me how to fire one of these
and I can help.

I'll...

Create a distraction,
I suppose, or...

That's okay, Harold.

You can be the getaway driver.

I'll be fine.

Besides, you know
I don't like it

when people mess with kids.

Last chance, Detective.

Those immoral, corrupt men
or your innocent son.

No deal.

- What are you gonna do?
- I'm staying right here.

They're not getting past me.

I'm not as alone as you think!

Unh!

♪ I have earned my tomorrows ♪

♪ and my dreams all fade away ♪

Aah!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Who are you?

My name is John.

Your mother sent me.

You here to rescue me?

Or shoot me?

Tonight...

Rescue.

Hey, Carter.

Those HR cops just took off.

Keep the Dons in the back.

Hey, you heard the lady.
Get back.

Open the door, Detective.

I should have known.

All that nonsense about
bringing Elias into the fold.

You're an embarrassment!
A rat!

Elias offered me a deal.

When change comes,
you gotta adapt.

You and your old man,
you never learned that lesson.

Drop it, Zambrano.

Not until you
let me out of here.

You should have given Elias
everything he wanted

like the rest of them.

I don't look the other way.

Yeah, but your partner does.

Right...

Fusco?

You see, in less than 30 seconds
there's a guy

that's gonna
come into this room

that's gonna run this city.

You're a survivor.

You gonna choose
the right side?

Or are you gonna die
alone here with your partner?

Not one more step, Elias.

Tell your boys
to put down their weapons...

Or their day will end
like Zambrano's over here.

You're good
at your job, Detective.

I'm good at mine.

I was hoping we could
avoid further bloodshed.

This is where it ends.

Right here, right now.

I called for backup.

You gotta trust somebody,
Carter.

This guy doesn't own every cop.

Get down, get down!

Carl Elias,
you are under arrest.

I'll have to check my notes
for the list of charges,

but murder and kidnapping
are at the top.

You can't stop the inevitable,
Detective.

Change will happen
whether you embrace it or not.

He was my father.

You're dead.

No one's ever gonna
remember you even existed!

You're nothing, you hear me?

- Talk to me.
- Mom, it's me.

Taylor.
Are you okay?

That guy you sent
is kind of a bad-ass.

Yeah, he knows it too.

Who's the guy with the glasses?

If you find out, let me know.

Where are you?

I'm safe.

I'll see you soon.

Okay.

You're okay...

Good to know
you keep your promises.

I told you I'd never let
anything happen to your son.

Thank you.

Birth date?

August 18, 1965.

Social Security number?

306-00-3894.

It's good
to have you back, pop.

It's good to be back.

Let's go home, son.

Hello?

Hi, dad.

What, is this somehow
supposed to intimidate me?

I just wanted
to say good-bye...

And that I wish
I could have been there.

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