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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 designed the machine to detect
acts of terror, but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving
ordinary people.

The government
considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

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.

Pull over here, cabby.

You want to make 500 dollars?

Give me your number, circle the block,
wait for my call.

You get the other half when
you pick me up.

You got eyes on our new number yet, Finch?

I believe I do.

Fermin Ordoñez, age 38, born in Cuba.

One of New York's 42,000 cab drivers.

Never paid a bill late, most Americans
would be jealous of his credit score.

But yesterday he emptied out every
last dime from his savings account.

Could be in trouble.
Or he's about to get into some.

Considering cab drivers...

...are 30 times more likely to be killed
on the job than most other professions...

...we better keep a close eye on him.

Last night's star of the game...

Because you never really know
who's going to step into his cab.

Where to?

25th and Broadway.

But please don't rush.

I get carsick quite easily.

In case you do, there's paper towels
underneath the seat, yeah?

Thank you.

Fermin Ordoñez, defected from Cuba in '05.

Drafted as a top pitching prospect...

...till he tore a ligament in his arm
in Double-A ball in '07.

Shame about his arm.

By all accounts
he had a wicked curveball.

Till life threw him one.

From major league prospect
to nobody hack.

No doubt a difficult life transition.

Let's see what else we can find out.

I know you'd rather fiddle with the
computer, but why not try small talk?

A little patience, Mr. Reese.

Are you talking to me?

Yes, actually,
I heard about the cab driver...

...that got robbed by his passenger
on Eleventh Avenue last week.

- Terrible business.
- You gotta be careful who you pick up.

Must be tough dealing with complete
strangers getting in your car every day.

Sometimes. When I look in the mirror...

...I never know if I'm driving
a good guy or a bad guy.

I can only imagine.

Must make you
a good judge of character, though.

What do you make of me?

That's a nice suit.

But not too flashy,
except for the pocket square.

But you're polite. Neat. A thinker.

That vest...

I don't know, maybe a professor, or--?

I know. A librarian, maybe?

Why, yes. Of a sort.

Keep the change.

Really? Thank you.

We've got sound, video...

...and GPS in the cab, Mr. Reese.

Stay close to him.

The threat could come from any one
of eight million people in this city.

I'm right on him.

I'm using Ordoñez's cell to piggyback
on any phone that enters his cab.

I know who that bitch is.

Nobody does that to me.

He's a dead man.

I remember there's some farm land
over here.

I used to shoot rabbits down there
at 20 feet away.

Quite a cast of characters
in the back of Fermin's cab.

And not all of them
appear to be sober.

Hey, amigo, turn on the ball game.

Sorry, no baseball game.

What do you mean, game's on right now,
880 AM.

I can't, the radio's broken.

Come on, man, just put on a game.

Hey, one more time,
we're gonna have a real problem.

Hey!

You owe me money.

Hey.

I can't tell if Ordoñez
has more of an issue with drunks...

...his car radio,
or the game of baseball.

After what happened to his arm,
he probably just wants to tune it out.

Looking into every passenger
that gets into his cab, it's impossible.

No priors, no complaints from the Taxi
and Limousine Commission.

I'm sending you his GPS logs
for the last 36 hours.

His GPS logs?

Which I'm sure you obtained by
submitting an official request to the TLC.

Not quite. If it'd make you feel better...

...I could hack their network, make it
look like I did. It'd take a few minutes.

Never mind. I'll check it with the crime
blotter, let you know if anything pops.

Forever in your debt. How did your
date go with Detective Beecher?

Sounded like it really went well.

I just got word from Elias.

He says no more business with HR.

Most of them are either dead or in jail anyway.

At this point, you gotta wonder who's even left.

FBI investigation's wrapping up.

My fed contact says Donnelly's
been crowing about burying HR.

And yet here we are.

Still, we have a larger problem.

No one's going to open their mouths
about us.

I made sure of that.

Make no mistake, my friend.
We are just businessmen.

And businesses run on money. Revenue.

That's gonna take some time.

We need to read in some new talent.
Rebuild.

We made a tactical error
turning our back on Elias.

Even from jail,
he is the de facto boss of the city.

We need his backing
in order to operate.

That might be problematic.

Set a meeting.

Time we make peace.
Get us walking on the same path again.

For our mutual benefit.

A suggestion.

Should this meeting
turn less than cordial...

Don't worry, I'll bring some back up.

Detective Fusco, it's your lucky day.

I'm calling in a chip.

We're gonna set up a meet,
talk to Elias' guys.

Fermin's taking a pit stop, Finch.

- Aziz. Hey, man.
- Fermin.

- Do you have it?
- Yeah, I told you I'd find a buyer.

Good, I need it. I'm on my way there.

Eight hundred for the laptop.

- Don't trust me?
- Not at all.

Okay. Thank you.

- Thank you so much, man.
- Good luck, my friend.

Finch, I think I know what happened
to our cabbie's savings.

He's carrying it all around with him
right now.

We overlooked something.

Does he have gambling debts?
Is he dealing drugs?

Whatever it is, it's about to go down.

Looks like
he's about to buy something.

Or buy his way out of a big hole.

Señor Mendoza.

Fermin.

Sit.

Forty-thousand
for Maria and Jorge like we talked about.

Do they have a safe way to get here?

This is the last photo I have
of my wife and son.

We have a slight problem, Fermin.

The price has gone up.

- What do you mean?
- I mean you only have enough money...

...for Maria or Jorge, but not both.

No. Señor Mendoza, don't do this.

You know it is not safe for them in Cuba
anymore.

Maria says the neighbors are curious.

They sense she and Jorge
are leaving soon.

If an official finds out,
they will arrest her on suspicion.

Fermin, we've known each other
for how long?

I helped you
when everybody stopped caring.

Put you back on your feet
after the surgery.

When your career was over.

But these are prices I do not control.

Well, how am I supposed to come up
with another 40,000 dollars?

This is the land of opportunity,
my friend.

You'll find a way.

Ordoñez is a desperate man, Finch.

Pushing around his cab
for the past five years...

...saving up to bring his wife
and kid here.

Sounds like he just came up short.

Who knows what he'll be willing to
do to get his family back?

I hacked the Cuban government database.

Surprisingly sophisticated software,
no doubt courtesy of the Russians.

Don't tell me Fidel Castro
is really dead.

Actually, yes,
and his body double has cancer.

The Cubans keep a file
on every defector.

Apparently, Ordoñez pitched
for the Cuban National Team...

...from 2000 to 2005
when he defected to the US.

He wanted a better life for his wife and child.

Cuba was a surveillance state...

...long before the advent of security
cameras and digital networking.

They catch his family trying to defect,
his wife can go to prison.

Explains why Ordoñez is so desperate
to get his family out of there.

Desperate times
call for desperate measures.

Stay close, Mr. Reese.

Ordoñez turned off his sign.

He's not looking for a fare.

So who's he waiting for?

Acosta, over here, look over here.

Beautiful family.

Rafael Acosta,
plays second base for New York.

Rafael Acosta, of course.

They defected together in '05.

Escaped from a hotel room
in the Netherlands...

...during an international tournament.

Acosta,
he's having a pretty good year.

A career year, Mr. Reese.

He's top ten in OPS among infielders
for the last three.

You're a baseball reference machine,
Finch.

You should get out more,
take in a game once in a while.

Who says I don't?

Hey, Raffi.

Fermin!

How's the shoulder?

It's okay.

Look, man, I hate to ask, but, you see,
I just need a little help with mi familia.

Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.
How are they?

I don't really know, Raffi.

You know, I haven't seen them
in a long time.

I'm still trying to get them out of there.

Here, man. Just...

Take that.

- Good luck, Fermin, okay?
- Yeah.

Baby, let's go.

Acosta ended up with the life
Ordoñez could've had.

Now he just wants his family back.

Detective, the meeting with Elias' guys...

...is on for this morning.

- We'll come and pick you up.
- Count me out.

You got one too many skeletons
in the closet to be calling the shots here.

Not to mention
a couple buried in the ground.

They can always be dug up.

Fine, I'll be there.

You don't need me for this.

You got young blood recruit.
Have him twist a few arms for you.

Elias knows how to hold a grudge.

You're here because
if this thing goes sideways...

...these guys are gonna want
something to shoot.

That's comforting.

Gotta say, took some balls,
calling a meeting like this.

Given the shape HR is in, I'm not quite
sure what you have to offer anymore.

Gesture of goodwill.

Your boss wanted the heads
of the five families on a stick.

Grifoni's the one that got away.

Last I checked
he was in Witness Protection.

And on the back of this photo...

...his alias and present address
in nowheresville suburbia.

And in exchange you want what?

Elias' support in rebuilding HR.

Hey, it's me. I'm at the meeting.
So, here's the deal...

The boss accepts your offer.

On one condition.

We're not interested in going out
and getting him.

The boss says you bring Grifoni to us.
And then all is forgiven.

Consider it done.

Okay, cabbie...

...what were you doing here last night
for 25 minutes?

Carter.

Now this party's really blowing up.
Who called you?

Nobody. I was 10-6.

But you look kind of lost out here,
Terney.

- What's the story?
- I wish someone would tell me.

What we got is this guy...

...seems like he's been dead about nine
hours, multiple gunshot wounds.

- No ID, just the clothes on his back.
- Who are the suits?

Secret Service.
I don't know who tipped them off...

...but they were all over that body
the minute we called it in.

Detective Carter, Homicide Task Force.

Call you back.

Agent Regina Vickers, Secret Service.

We got a ID on the body?

No offense,
but this case is need-to-know.

No offense taken...

...but if a body drops in New York City,
we'll have to ID it.

Vadim Pushkov, Russian national.

What we're mainly concerned with
is if he had anything on his person.

Has anything turned up yet?
Laptop? Phone?

Well, just some receipts and this.

You wonder where the other half went.
We'll keep combing through the area.

He buys a pizza bagel at JFK
yesterday afternoon.

Winds up dead in Morningside Park
at 2 a.m. with no luggage.

Any idea how he got here?
Town car? Cab?

If we find out who drove him here,
we could find the shooter.

Or a witness.

You canvass the area
and we'll check the security cams.

We find that car,
we'll find who did this. Excuse me.

Vickers here.

Hello, detective.

GPS put your driver at Morningside Park
for a window of 25 minutes last night.

Right around the time some Russian guy
succumbs to acute lead poisoning.

And you think our cab driver
is connected to this homicide?

Figured you could tell me.

Along with why are the Secret Service
crawling all over this investigation?

I have no idea. But whatever you can
find out would be much appreciated.

Unlikely. Considering they're about
as forthcoming with information...

...as you are.

I'll see what I can find out.

So, what do we know about
the dead Russian in the park, Finch?

Vadim Pushkov.
If the Secret Service is involved...

...he's likely
some international criminal.

Seems like our cabbie
gave the wrong guy a ride last night.

Take the 59th Street Bridge
into Queens.

Do you have an address?

No address.

Just go.

I can't seem to access this woman's phone.

Either she doesn't have one
or it's currently turned off.

They're taking the bridge into Queens.

Now take this all the way down
and make a right on Vernon.

Got a bad feeling about this, Finch.

Turn right up here.

Strange place for her to be going.

One way street
that bottlenecks down the way.

This is good right here.

They're stopped in the middle of the
block. She's isolated him, Finch.

It's $11.50.

First, a few questions.

Excuse me?

A friend of mine was in your cab
last night.

Do you recognize him?

I see a lot of people every day.

Pushkov, you drove him.
Did he leave anything behind?

Do not lie to me.

Look, lady,
I turn in the cab every night.

If someone did leave anything in here,
I didn't find it.

Clean this up.

Sorry. I'm not in service.

You're gonna wanna give me a lift
anyway.

Listen, I'm having a pretty lousy day,
okay? You mind just getting out?

- I'm afraid it's gonna get a lot worse.
- I don't want any trouble.

Unfortunately you and I don't have
much to say on the matter.

Listen. We're about ready to be boxed
in by two cars. Four to six shooters.

I want you to aim for the rear quarter
panel of their car, don't let off the gas.

Now's a good time, Fermin.

- Wait, what?
- Now, Fermin.

Mr. Reese, are you okay?

I'm fine, Finch.
But I think the real threat just found us.

What the hell is going on,
who were those people?

The blond who led him into the trap...

...made a call just after leaving the cab.

Can't quite make it out,
but I believe it's Estonian.

Estonian mob,
I recognize their methods.

It was a kill box.

Had a similar experience in Russia.

Didn't work out too well for them.

Disabled the GPS.

Can't risk them accessing it
to track you down.

Who are you?

Just a guy who needed a ride.

That woman asked about a passenger
in your cab last night.

His name's Pushkov.
What happened to him?

I don't know this Pushkov.
I'm just a cab driver.

What, you're gonna lie to me
like you lied to that woman?

There's a big difference here, Fermin.

I'm the one who can help you,
understand?

So why are you helping me?

Maybe you're an honest guy
who made a mistake.

You need to decide
whether your life's worth more...

...than whatever that guy
left in your cab.

Okay.

I picked this guy up near the airport,
we drove around for a while.

Seemed nervous,
spoke Russian on his phone.

You understand Russian?

A little, my grandfather spoke it
when I was a kid in Cuba.

He was trying to sell something.

He called it "H-SAID" or "travelers."

I didn't know
what he was talking about.

The blond lady said
he left something in the cab.

What was it?

I'm not a cop here, Fermin.

If you want my help, you need to tell me
what he left in your cab.

He left a laptop.

He left it underneath the seat.
He must have forgot.

What'd you do with it?

I sold it to a friend for money.

Look, I'd never do that, but--

I drive him around all day,
then he stiffed me on the tab.

Finch, are you there?

Always. Sounds like this Pushkov...

...had some deal to sell the laptop to
the Estonians, but leaves it in the cab?

He knew it'd be dangerous,
wanted to negotiate a price.

Clearly the Estonians
were in no mood to negotiate.

What in the world
could be on that laptop?

Who are you talking to?

Business partner. Estonians don't care
if he doesn't have the laptop.

- They'll kill him because he knew.
- Because of a laptop?

What's on it. Getting it back may be the
only leverage we have to keep you alive.

Let's start with the friend
you sold it to.

Finch, looks like the Estonians
have been here already.

Aziz.

Sorry, Fermin.

I sold him the laptop.

Got him killed.

- Is the laptop still here?
- I don't think so.

He told me he found a buyer.
He paid me my share.

Mr. Mansoor sold the laptop...

...before his demise
at the hands of the Estonians.

They trashed this place looking for it.
How'd they know to come here?

Pushkov may have installed a beacon
that turns on when you power it up.

Anyone with an access code
could follow it geographically.

They're willing to kill anyone
who comes in contact with it.

I've gotten into Aziz's email account.

It appears that he sold the laptop
to an online buyer named Demon8.

Any way we can track him?

If Demon8 discovers what's on
the laptop, he may try to flip it.

In which case
he'd probably go to the darknet.

Try to sell it on Silk Road
or one of those black market forums.

I'll try to track him down,
see if I can negotiate a meeting.

What about Aziz?

N.Y.P.D. will be here shortly, they'll
find out who did this to your friend.

We'd better get moving.

Because you're gonna be next.

Let me guess, your driver confessed
to killing the Russian in the park?

Not exactly. You want
the good news or the bad news?

Start with the good.

Pushkov was killed by the Estonian mob.

They're chasing a laptop
he left in our driver's cab.

Explains the Secret Service
swarming the body.

Why do they want this laptop so bad?

Don't know, but they're willing to kill
anyone who comes in contact with it.

Keep an eye out for a blond,
she runs point for them.

I'll pull our analytical brief
on the Estonians.

Now, what's the bad news?

They just dropped another body.

I'll text you the address.

I never should've taken that laptop.
I knew this thing was a mistake.

No matter what
nothing seems to turn out right.

You mean how you chose to get
involved with a smuggler like Mendoza?

Mendoza was our contact
when we defected.

He arranged everything.
He brought us all the way to New York.

In exchange, he takes a cut
of your contract when you get paid?

Mendoza said that's the way it worked.

He promised us the moon.

I thought baseball, this country,
was going to make me rich.

But this game...

...you know, it lies to you.

And once you got injured, it was over.

You can't play, you can't make money.

You become a nobody.

Mendoza figured he'd find another way
to get money out of you. Your family.

Yeah, he said he'd help,
but now he's sticking it to me.

He doesn't care.

Sometimes I wish
that I'd never left Cuba.

You did a brave thing.

Leaving to find a better life
for your family.

American dream, right?

You get a good job, you buy a house.

I'd trade all that in
just to see my family one more time.

To see my son grow up, you know?

He doesn't even know who I am
anyway.

I can help you make things right,
Fermin.

But you've gotta trust me.

Do I have a choice?

This C.I. of yours...

...how does he know
the Estonians killed Pushkov?

They're hunting a laptop he had on him.
You know what's on that thing?

- Do you, detective?
- Not yet.

But I'm getting a strong premonition
that it can embarrass the government.

Am I right?

Look, I'm only trying to help.

Vadim Pushkov
was a lone wolf hacker extraordinaire.

We first noticed him five years ago.

He stole over 100,000
credit card numbers.

The next time he turned up, he hacked
into a drone pilot station in Nevada...

...and sold the flight control encryption
protocol online to a buyer in Pakistan.

So he showed up on your radar again...

...and you guys hoped to catch him
before he sold whatever he stole.

Problem is we have no idea
what Pushkov was up to this time.

Afraid to think
about what would happen...

...if the contents of that laptop
slipped into the wrong hands.

You might wanna come with me.

Where are we going?

Body drop at a computer store
in the East Village.

Last guy to sell the laptop.

Mr. Reese, my search for Demon8 continues...

...but I think I may have discovered
what was on Pushkov's laptop.

What is it, Finch?

Detective Carter said they found
a $275 receipt on Pushkov...

...for short-term parking at JFK.

Two hundred and seventy-five dollars.
Nothing short-term about that.

No. And he wasn't flying anywhere.

If Ordoñez heard him say "H-SAID,"
it's possible he's speaking about...

...the Homeland Security Automated
Identification Database.

My best guess is he stole information
on a huge number of travelers.

Addresses, FBI clearances,
biometric data.

They could sneak whoever they want
into the country...

...using stolen credentials.
Terrorists could get their hands on this.

A breach like that only has value
if no one knows about it.

Which is why they're killing everybody
that comes in contact with the laptop.

Suspicions are confirmed.

I've found the laptop listed on a darknet
IRC channel frequented by Demon8.

He's trying to sell it for 50,000 dollars.

He's discovered what he's got
on his hands and what it's worth.

If he lives that long.

I'll try to make a buy, set up a meet.

Mr. Reese, I've managed to connect
with Demon8 on the black market.

We've agreed on a price for the laptop.

Sending you the address now
to meet up with him for the buy.

What is this place?

Finch, there's no one here.

This place is empty.

What do you mean empty?

We may be the only ones
in this room...

...but we're not alone.

We're being watched.

- Fusco.
- Bowman will swing by...

...and pick you up.

You two will get the package,
deliver it as planned.

Yeah, listen, I been thinking about this.
I can't do it.

I gotta keep my nose clean.

I'm no good to you locked up.

I'm sure we'd find something
for you to do with yourself.

Besides,
you're not that much good to me as it is.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry,
I just can't do it.

No? Okay, Lionel. You've sealed your fate.

I've just had a message from Demon8.
He's called off the sale.

Apparently, he doesn't like
the way you look.

What's wrong with the way I look?

He says you look like a fed.

He's voided the transaction.

That laptop may be our only hope
of getting Ordoñez's life back.

Demon8 isn't as smart as he thinks he is.

Now he's in danger, too. I piggy-
backed on the signal from his camera.

Traced it back to where he is right now.

I have an address
at Yeongson Pool Hall.

I guess our Estonian friends
are looking for Demon8 too, Finch.

We're gonna be delayed.

Mr. Reese?

Whoa.

Might have to meet Demon8
on my own.

Wanna go for a ride? Come on.

Yes, Lionel.

This a bad time?

Kind of. I'll call you back.

- Yeah.
- Okay, fine.

What time you wanna do this?

This is the security camera footage
we took from the computer store.

We have Aziz Mansoor
leaving with a laptop.

About 45 minutes later,
he returns without it.

No laptop. He must have sold it.

But look at this.

Twenty minutes later.

She's in the file.

Estonian operator named Irina Kapp.

Interpol issued a red notice on her
six months ago.

She walks out, 10 minutes later,
Mr. Mansoor dies in a hail of bullets.

Our little angel of death.

Yeah?

I'm here to meet someone.

Who are you?

What do you want?

I brought the money,
but you're not him.

You're not Demon8.

- What do you know?
- I know that he's sitting right over there.

If he's gonna monitor
a wireless camera with his phone...

...he should take better care
to encrypt its IP address.

You don't wanna do that.

Thank you.

- Let's see the money.
- I'm new at this sort of thing...

...but I'm guessing
I'm supposed to see the laptop first.

- You're not with the Estonians.
- No, I'm not.

You tried to buy the laptop earlier. But
I didn't like the way your partner looked.

So you arranged a deal
with the Estonians.

Thinking they'd pay more.

You'd be wrong.

One hundred thousand. Small bills.
Double your asking price.

What's the catch?

The catch, Albert,
is that you leave this very second.

Disappear, and don't show your face
for at least a year.

Especially not at your mom's house
in Queens, where you presently reside.

Take your money and go far, far away.

Some very bad people
want that laptop.

And if they know you've even seen it,
they will kill you.

So that's the catch, Albert.

Then why would you want it?

Let me worry about that.

Take your money.

Go. Now.

Sorry, Finch, got distracted.

Where's the pool hall?

Did you get the laptop?

Yes, I'm here and I have the laptop,
Mr. Reese.

But I'm afraid you better come
rather quickly.

I think you have something
that belongs to me.

Did you open it?

I don't have to. I know what's on it.

And I know I'll never let you take it.
At any price.

I do like men with glasses.

Too bad.

Shoot the dog.

I wouldn't do that, fellas.

Mr. Reese.

Nice try.

Little high and outside,
but I still got there.

Here.

Good boy. Good boy.

Hey, Carter.

You missed all the fun.
Where've you been?

Feds just got a hit on that blond
woman's cell at a Korean pool hall.

I'm guessing you guys are there,
so you gotta clear out.

Don't suppose
you could give us a ride?

Grifoni should be coming out soon.

Give me a second? It's my ex.

I gotta tell her I'm gonna
be late picking up my kid.

Yeah.

Yeah, Fusco.

Hello, Lionel.

Long time no speak.

Yeah, what's going on?

You called me, Lionel, remember?

I'm calling you back.

Yeah, sorry about that,
I've been kind of buried on this case.

Yeah, well, we could've used your help
on this one, too.

What do you want?

It's nothing.

Don't worry about it,
everything's fine.

Great. Glad we could talk. Gotta go.

Yeah. Me too.

Here we go.

You all right?

- You look like crap.
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Here he comes.
We'll take him at the car.

Wait a second, is he laughing?

What the hell's so funny, Grifoni?

I'm laughing because
I ain't the one who's about to get hit.

Sorry, fellas.

Elias told me you might be coming.

Ever since I screwed up I been trying to
work my way back into his good graces.

Kind of like you and HR.

Oh, well.

And, you.

Elias wants you to take a message
back to your pals Simmons and HR.

No sign of Irina Kapp anywhere.

And no one knows anything
about the laptop.

It's still out there on the black market.

You're not a librarian.

Don't worry about your cab,
a brand new one is on its way.

And before I forget...

...I owe you cab fare for the day.

Think you're going to like your tip.

Agent Vickers.

This gentleman's name
is Fermin Ordoñez.

I've been told
he was very instrumental...

...in tracking down the Estonians
who killed Pushkov and Mansoor.

- Thank you for your help.
- You're welcome.

It also sounds like he may
have something you've been looking for.

Really? Where is it?

Maybe he could get it to us
if we help him out with something.

And what's that?

It'll just take a little bit of money
and some help from the Coast Guard.

Don't know how you pulled that one off.

But it sure feels good.

Yeah. I got my own bag of tricks.

Guess so.

But I have to ask you.

What's going on with Lionel?

What do you mean?

No reason.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Thanks.

What the hell happened out there?

You tell me.

Because they knew
we were coming for him.

We got double-crossed.

The part I don't get...

...they shot Bowman,
but they let you just walk away.

Because they want me to send HR
a message.

Elias said go to hell.

And quite frankly,
I second the motion.

Carter.

Wait, who is this?

What do you mean by that?

Wait, hold on.

- What's that about?
- Anonymous tip.

- About what?
- Davidson.

The IA detective
who disappeared last February.

Said he was murdered
by another cop.