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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.

- Did you see it happen?
- No, but she did. She saw everything.

Where's the girl now?

- Are you sure you can keep her safe?
- Of course.

Did you know the first public cell phone
call was made from the New York Hilton? 1973.

There's a rumor the martini was invented
at the Knickerbocker...

...but there are people in San Francisco
that would dispute that.

I feel like I should be taking notes.

You find my fascination with hotels
to be peculiar, don't you?

You sharing anything personal
is peculiar.

A hotel is one of the last few places where
a person can retain relative anonymity.

Makes it easier when disappearing
foreign diplomats from their penthouses.

With any luck, Mr. Reese, we can prevent
a murder, rather than the alternative.

Yeah.

Mira Dobrica.

You're sure the threat to her
is work-related?

Ms. Dobrica's single, lives alone,
doesn't do much social networking...

...and she puts in a 60-hour work week.

Whatever's gonna happen,
it makes sense that it would happen here.

They say a maid can tell everything
about you from how you leave your room.

And all sorts of things
happen in hotel rooms.

Mira's job could have put her
at the wrong place at the wrong time.

What about her life
before coming to America?

A mystery. She came here in '99...

...when computer records
weren't what they are today.

I put in a call to Immigration Services
as a prospective employer.

Would that be Mr. Wren
from Universal Heritage Insurance?

You know, her shift starts in five minutes,
which means that ours starts in four.

They were hiring a bellhop
and a concierge. The choice seemed obvious.

I interviewed last night,
made sure your résumé would stand out.

By the way, you worked at the Hotel Lutetia
in Paris for two years.

You'll have access to every room
with your employee key card.

I can research the guests and exploit
any necessary systems from my desk.

Seven hundred guests in this hotel.

One of them is planning a murder.

Where do we start?

Harold. Glad you could start
on such short notice.

- Derek, my pleasure.
- When you're on the clock, it's Mr. Fowler.

This is Bud, my head doorman.

And you are again?

John.

I worked at the Hotel Lutetia.

Right.

Your desk is right over there.

Remember,
always recommend our restaurant...

- ...before suggesting anywhere else.
- Very good.

We're hosting an event for the Association
of Aviation Technology tomorrow...

...and most of the attendees
are arriving today, so--

No excuse for standing around.

Are you waiting for a written invitation?

Let me help you with that.

Mr. Reese, Mira should be housekeeping
on the 30th floor.

I just finished a run on 12. I'll head up.

John.

Zoe.

Haven't seen you since the divorce.

- You working?
- Yeah.

- You working?
- Always.

Like the suit.

I'm planting the camera on her cart.

We can see exactly where she is
at all times.

I didn't take your money.

I had 50 bucks in my wallet,
and now I don't.

Finch, who's in Room 3024?

Tug Brantley.
CEO of the Aggro Push energy drink.

I'm a platinum member of this place.

Do you have any idea
how difficult I can make your life?

- Come on.
- What do you want from me?

I wanna know if those lips taste like
the chocolate mints you leave on my pillow.

I'm going to come back
when you're not here.

Are you really going to turn me down?

- Is there a problem here?
- Who invited you in?

Mr. Reese, could you try not
to get fired before lunch?

Being a platinum member doesn't
entitle you to sexually harass our staff.

If you disagree,
we can have the police sort this out.

You're lucky I don't report you
to your boss.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

That sort of thing happens
every other week. I could've handled it.

Sounds like a rough gig.

- I'm John.
- Mira.

So a strong, handsome guy your age
working as a bellhop.

Must have made a wrong turn
somewhere.

Yeah, I stopped counting a while back.

Well, you're in for a rough gig yourself.

Our brilliant manager
should have staffed four bellhops.

Instead, it's just you and Randy...

...and he takes more smoke breaks
than he does luggage.

You seem to know your way
around this place.

Hotel management is hard work
but it's not rocket science.

Speaking of which,
I should get back to work.

Guess I'll be seeing you around, then.

I really like this girl, Finch.

I heard back from Immigration Services.

Mira sought asylum as a Serbian refugee.

A survivor of the Kosovo War.

I thought most refugees from that war
were Albanian.

Most were.
But both sides suffered losses.

Seeing as how Mira came alone...

...we can only assume that
whatever family she had didn't make it out.

She was 16 at the time.
She's been on her own ever since.

Here's a map of midtown.
That's the theater district.

Columbus Circle and the beginning
of the park. It's a good start.

I managed to hack
into the security network...

...and piggyback on their feeds, allowing me
access to all the hotel's cameras.

Excuse me, where's the--?

Oh, the ladies' is around there.
And the gents', the opposite.

Mira.

Is something wrong?

Police were asking questions
about our little side operation.

It got me thinking about how they knew
to poke around in the first place.

- It wasn't me.
- No.

You're not stupid enough
to do a thing like that...

...because you know how upset I would be
if I found out it was you.

Of course.

Mr. Reese, we can add hotel staff
to our list of potential threats.

Sir.

Welcome back to the land of the free.

Getting out of Rikers
took longer than I anticipated.

I understand our rogue operative
slipped away from you in there.

Won't happen again. I know his face now.

I need you to work fast.

Ever since he assaulted our DOD facility,
our source has become compromised.

Compromised, sir?

This man has connections
to a dangerous party.

It's imperative that you find him
and figure out who he works for.

Wherever he goes, a mess usually follows.
All I have to do is find the right mess.

I'm sure you'll work it out.

And when you're done with him...

...make sure no one finds him.

Understood.

Any available units,
please respond to a 10-50 in progress...

...at the intersection of 46th and 3rd.

Hey, so listen,
there's something you should know.

I'm in a bit of trouble.

- Serious?
- Yeah.

My mom wants to set me up
with this woman who goes to her church.

Oh. Heh.

- Well, that's pretty serious.
- Yeah.

- What'd you say?
- That I was seeing someone.

It could be serious.

- That right?
- I don't know.

Have you told your son anything?

Hm. I may have mentioned a thing or two.

That I met a man who's nice and funny,
easy on the eyes.

Taylor's happy for me.

So, what do you think
about meeting him?

I'm cool with it. You?

I think it might be time.

Let's talk about it later.

- Okay.
- Okay.

SAIC Moss.

Didn't think I'd ever see you here again.

I'm on a matter regarding
Special Agent Donnelly.

After he died, I took it upon myself
to review his old files.

Found something that might interest you.

I discovered a recommendation
to make you a field agent.

- Donnelly ever discuss that with you?
- Once or twice, yeah.

I'm ready to run it up the flagpole,
but only if you're still interested.

- I am.
- Great.

With your permission,
we'll initiate the background check.

Interview friends, family,
any contacts from the past 10 years.

Okay. Whatever you need.

Are you available
to take a polygraph this evening?

- Polygraph?
- Standard procedure.

- You can take it here in the precinct.
- It shouldn't be a problem.

- Then we'll see you later.
- Okay.

FBI, huh?

You really gonna go through with this?

Yeah. I guess so. Heh.

Spa's located past the elevators
through a glass door on your right.

- You can't miss it.
- Sounds great.

- Everything all right, Mr. Reese?
- I feel like I'm back at boot camp...

...and we still haven't zeroed-in
on the threat to Mira yet.

Same girl we saw before
but she's with a different guy.

The side operation Derek's running
might be girls.

I made a similar observation.

Detective Carter
should be getting back to me soon...

...on any known solicitation activity.

Look who has time to chat.

A bus just arrived full of airplane geeks.

Check them in, and let's make sure
they don't crowd up the common areas.

Oh, I really hope Derek's the threat.

Detective Carter.

I checked with Vice.

They picked up a working girl a few days
ago at that hotel off an anonymous tip.

But the girl didn't say boo
and her bail was posted within an hour.

By whom?

By a guy named Bud Garrison.

Our floor manager's pet.

- Thank you.
- Anything else?

Should there be?

I just assume
you heard my conversation with Moss.

I hear everything, detective.

So you know he thinks I'm qualified
to join the feds.

- Well, what do you think?
- I just think it'd be a great opportunity.

Assuming I get in.

You're concerned about the polygraph.

Considering I've been lying about you guys
for over a year, a little.

You know, polygraphs don't detect lies,
just physiological responses.

Try lying
on one of the baseline questions.

It might trick the test into thinking
everything you say is normal.

Yeah. It's just a machine, right?
I mean, how smart can it be?

Exactly. Just a machine.

In the meantime, it might be wise for you
to steer clear of John and myself.

Just for the time being.

Yeah, I think that's a good idea.

Thanks.

Looks like Derek
is running an escort service.

If Mira called in the tip,
he might be our threat.

The sooner we can confirm it,
the sooner we can go home.

Housekeeping.

Sorry, we don't need service.
My wife forgot to put the sign out.

No problem.

- Housekeeping.
- Hey.

- I need to talk to you.
- I can't now.

You know this can't wait.

Mr. Reese...

...Mira's just been summoned
into Room 3215 by a guest.

Charles Harris.

She didn't look particularly happy
to see him.

You must be exhausted,
dropping bags off all day.

According to his hotel bill,
Mr. Harris drinks more than he eats.

We have no way of knowing what's going on
because Mira left her phone on her cart.

She's three floors above you.

How late do you deliver room service?

I believe the hotel delivers room service--

I'm not talking about the hotel.
I'm talking about you.

Feel free to drop yourself off...

- ...anytime.
- Heh.

Excuse me.

I'm on the 32nd floor now.

- Don't try to push me, Harris.
- But you need to listen to reason.

- How can you expect me to agree to this?
- It's the right thing to do.

Easy for you to say.

Next time, damn well knock.

What are you doing here?

I was just checking the minibar.

I'll save you the trouble, it's empty.

We'll talk later.

Ms. Brozi. Ms. Brozi.

Please reconsider.

What's your problem?

That's the second time
you've walked in on me.

It's Derek, isn't it?
He has you following me around.

Are you in some kind of trouble
with him?

I know he's running girls out of here.
I know you're involved.

I clean the rooms, that's my job.

I've worked too hard to get involved
in some scheme.

Is that why you tipped off the police?

- None of your business.
- What about that booze hound?

- I heard the yelling.
- He's harmless, it was nothing.

Are you sure about that, Ms. Dobrica?
Or is that Brozi?

You know nothing about me...

...what I've seen, what I've been through.

I don't need help,
especially from someone like you.

Just stay away from me, got it?

We do have a good steakhouse here
in the hotel...

...but, personally,
I'd recommend The Grand.

Best rib-eye in town.
You will not be disappointed.

- Shall I put you down for 7:30? Okay.
- Sure, thanks.

I've been researching our guest.

Charles Harris is a freelance journalist...

...working with a number
of respected publications.

He's the kind of writer that has
strong opinions about world leaders...

...making him persona non grata
in a half dozen countries.

What's his interest in Mira?

Not sure.

But if he came all this way to talk to her,
she might be some kind of source.

A girl who flees her country
and changes her name...

...doesn't wanna be found.

If she's hiding, who's she hiding from?

That guy in the turtleneck,
he's been sitting there since we arrived.

- Have you seen him move at all?
- I don't believe so.

Well, he's got a clear line of sight
of the front desk and the entrance.

- He might be waiting for somebody.
- And if he's not?

Then what's he still doing here?

How do you suggest we find out?

- What you reading?
- Nothing. It was here when I sat down.

Good. Can't stand these airplane nuts.

I mean, the pickup--
Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry.

- It's okay. It's fine.
- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't worry about it.

Who's he talking to?

Pull up the downstairs feeds.

Watch the man at the bar.

The man at the side entrance
is taking his place.

They're spotters.

They're rotating positions
to patch the gaps in their surveillance.

Military recon tactic.

It's a hit squad, Finch.

At least it's safe to say
we've found the real threat to Mira.

Who would send a hit squad
with military training to kill a hotel maid?

Our spotter is headed back downstairs, Finch.

Where's Mira?

She's in the kitchen, taking a break.

I'm going to check out his room.

That room is registered to a Peter Krieg.

Checked in under a German passport.

Could be a forged identity.

We need to know who sent the team.

Any new information on Harris?

I see that his laptop
is signed onto the hotel Wi-Fi.

If I can get past his firewall,
I can see what kind of notes he has on Mira.

Our spotter has a file on Harris.

Whatever's going on...

...it has to do with a series of articles
Harris wrote...

...about a Serbian colonel
named Rudko Petrovic.

That name sounds familiar.
I believe he's running for deputy prime minister.

Harris all but accused him
of committing war crimes in Kosovo.

How does Mira fit into all this?

I think I just found out.
I'm in Harris' computer.

Not only is her real last name Brozi,
but she's ethnic Albanian, not Serbian.

According to Harris' notes...

...Mira witnessed Petrovic
order the execution of her entire family.

Makes sense that she lied to Immigration
about her name and ethnicity.

She was simply protecting herself.

Harris found the one witness
who could bring down the colonel.

They followed him to the hotel hoping
he would establish contact with his source.

They'll move on Mira
as soon as they identify her.

They may already have.
What's the ETA on our backup?

Arriving as we speak.

Always a bar.

Hi. Give me a ginger ale.

Mr. Reese, all three spotters
are back in their original positions.

Keep an eye on them. We'll deal
with those guys after I get Mira out of here.

You just don't give up, do you?

John, the man at the side entrance
is moving.

Why won't you just leave me alone?

Argh!

That a good enough reason?

He was going to kill me...

...for talking to the journalist.

He was gonna kill you...

...for knowing what Petrovic did
to your family in Kosovo.

What does that make you?

Just a guy at the right place
at the right time.

Mr. Reese, I've lost the connection
to Harris' computer.

And eyes on his floor.

You'd better get to Mr. Harris' room
immediately.

Stay close to me.

All right, I'd like to start
with a few basic questions.

Is your name Jocelyn Carter?

Yes.

Are you a member
of the Homicide Task Force in New York?

Yes.

Have you ever smoked marijuana?

Yes.

College.

- You're the first one to admit that.
- Heh.

Okay, now we can move on
to the important stuff.

Mr. Reese?

It seems that Mr. Harris remotely
checked out of his room a few minutes ago.

He's not here.

Any chance another maid
cleaned this room?

Not today. This is my floor.

You notice anything out of the ordinary?

The chair...

...it's usually over there.

We're too late.

They moved fast.

Cleaned up best they could.

I thought he was a drunk.

Yesterday,
he tells me he knows who I am...

...that Petrovic is the man
who killed my family.

How did you escape, Mira?

Sanja...

...a Serbian woman across the street.

I watched it happen from her attic.

Then the man, Harris,
found Sanja last month...

...made a tape of her saying
I could identify the colonel.

She was found dead two weeks ago.

Probably from talking to the journalist.

He said if I went public
it would ensure my safety...

...but I refused.

Look how far this monster
is willing to go.

What choice do I have?

I'm gonna get you out of here, Mira.

But I need to know
how they found out about you.

Did you tell anyone
you were talking with Harris?

No, nobody.

Then how could they have known
you were the witness?

Unless...

Give me your cell phone.

The electromagnetic field
of a microphone...

...can interfere...

...with a cell phone.

They overheard everything in this room.

They're next door.

Wait here.

Mira?

She's running for it, Finch.

Finch, she just got on the elevator.

Mira. I was just looking for you.

Mr. Reese, I'm afraid Mira's in there
with another member of the hit squad.

And she has nowhere to run.

Do exactly as I say.

Use your key card
and take us straight to the basement.

I may be able to stall the elevator. Might
give you a chance to get Mira out of there.

I'm a little busy, Lionel.

Yeah, well, one of your trained killers
is leaving his post.

So is the one in the lobby.

He's taking rather a large trunk with him.
I don't know what they could possibly--

Oh, dear, it's Harris.

- They're disposing of the body.
- Body? What body?

Detective,
you can't let them leave the hotel.

The recording, where is it?

I don't know of any recording.

The one of Sanja, your old neighbor.

It wasn't in his room or on his computer.

I swear, I don't have it.

No? Too bad.

I don't know who you are,
but I'm prepared to shoot you...

...and 20 others like you
to get what I came for.

I'm glad that you're a better shot
than you are a bellhop.

So am I.

Detective, the barfly just left the building
through the back exit.

Yeah, okay, I'm on it.

- Excuse me.
- Sorry. Looking for the bathroom.

I thought I saw a sign--

Why don't you try up those stairs
in the lobby?

Oh, yeah. Thanks, buddy.

- What do you say we get out of here?
- Not yet.

We have to get the tape
Harris made of Sanja.

- It's evidence Petrovic killed her.
- You said you didn't have it.

I lied.

He gave me a disc
to take home and watch.

Thought it would persuade me
to tell my story. It's in my locker.

That and your testimony
would be enough to put Petrovic away.

Assuming I live long enough.

I'll come back for the disc
after we get you out.

We don't know
how many hit men are left.

Drop us off on the next floor,
then shut this elevator down.

Who are you talking to?

Hello. This is Harold. I work with John.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mira.

Sure.

Hey, excuse me, guys.
Have you seen a little Chihuahua?

A little dog about this big.

Ah, jeez.

- Yeah?
- I've got a new assignment for you.

- Meet me at the annex south of the lobby.
- Yeah, no problem.

I'm fine, considering I took out two killers
trying to get rid of a body.

I never doubted you for a second.
Now come and meet me.

Be right there. Let me call these two in.

Oh, and don't forget the guys
in the storage room and the elevator.

Seriously?

- Got something?
- Big mess at the Coronet Hotel.

Guys with gunshot wounds
have been tied up and gift-wrapped.

Sounds like our man.

What are you still talking to me for?

This friend of yours, he's a policeman?

Yeah. Listen, Mira.

He'll take you to his precinct.

It's the safest place for you
until this is over.

I've never really felt safe
since I left Kosovo.

I was a girl when I ran away.

New name, new country.

Tried to leave all that behind.

But it's like I've just been waiting
for all this to come back somehow.

Afraid of what would happen to me
if it did.

From what I've seen...

...you're a lot braver than you think.

I allowed Rudko Petrovic
to get away with murder.

My family, Sanja, now Harris.

No more.

Petrovic must be held accountable.

You rang?

Mira, this is Lionel.

And you can trust him.

Nice to meet you.

All right, you ready?

Thank you, John.

You're welcome.

Okay, come on. This way.

Finch, now would be a good time
to tender your resignation.

Have you ever lied
to people you work with?

No.

Have you ever knowingly associated
with a wanted criminal?

No.

Have you--?

What was that about?

How would you describe your relationship
with Narcotics Detective Cal Beecher?

Cal?

Would you describe it as platonic?

Intimate?

We see each other socially.

Are you aware of any of the several
IAB investigations into Detective Beecher?

- Investigations for what?
- I'm not at liberty to say.

So you are not aware
of any of the ongoing investigations--?

No.

I was not aware.

Where the hell have you been?

You really have no idea
what's going on in your hotel, do you?

You're me, you find a first-day employee
sneaking around in the ladies' locker room.

What do you do?

I don't know. Something like this?

I've got the disc.
Meet you back at the library.

You're a hard man to find.

Phone, please.

How about we go somewhere
a little more private?

That was some line of questioning.
Hope it gets easier from here.

Unfortunately, this can't go any further.
I'm rescinding your offer to join the Bureau.

I'm sorry.
Sometimes these things don't work out.

- Why not?
- I can't divulge that.

I gave you plenty of answers
in that room.

I can get one from you.

In the future,
I'd choose my company more wisely.

- Can I get you a soda?
- I'm fine. Thank you.

Okay. If you need anything,
I'll be right out here, okay?

Hey. You missed all the fun.

Wonderboy and I jump-started
an international incident.

Shame I couldn't be there.

- You say you were mugged?
- Yeah. Guy took my wallet and my watch.

Okay. Just wait right here, sir. Someone
will be by shortly to take your statement.

Thanks, buddy.

Get out.

Get out!

This can go one of two ways.

Don't suppose one of those ways
involves me walking out of here.

Didn't think so.

I don't care who you are.

I don't care what you did to get here.

All I wanna know...

...is who you work for.

But that would be telling. Unh!

What makes you think
I'm working for anyone anyway?

Because you're like me.

We don't give orders, we execute them.

Speak for yourself.

One last time.

Who do you work for?

You'll never know.

Aah!

Any deeper
and I would have cut your celiac artery.

You've got about 20 minutes
before you bleed to death.

You can keep coming after me...

...or you can get to the hospital.

I wonder if your employers would have
showed you that kind of mercy.

How's it going?

Fine, just tired, you know? Long day.

I was thinking about
what we could do with Taylor.

Maybe we can go
to the Botanical Garden Saturday.

Yeah, I've been thinking about that.

Maybe it is too soon, you know?

Sure.

Cool.

- Hey, Carter, if you need to talk to me--
- I just need time.

That's it, Cal.

You take as long as you need.

I'm not going anywhere.

- Hey, you got a sec?
- Yeah.

Hey, hey.

Carter, he's got a weapon.

Are you okay?

Guess you didn't miss all the fun,
after all.

Colonel's career is over.
Next stop, the Hague.

I'll have what he's having.

What was your business here anyway?

Well, let's just say the convention
wasn't as boring as I thought it would be.

The things people try to get away with
in hotels.

- Heh.
- I see you boys made the news.

Not too bad, considering you also helped
to take down an escort ring.

They'd barely gotten the manager
into handcuffs...

...before he confessed
to the entire operation.

Meanwhile, my phone hasn't let up.

Councilmen needing to know their names
aren't gonna surface on the client list.

I appreciate the work.

And to make sure this place is run properly,
Harold here bought the hotel.

It needed proper management.

John. Harold.

This one's on the house.

Ms. Brozi, I was hoping
we could go over the event calendar.

Absolutely.

Ever consider doing in-house work?

This place could use someone
in crisis management.

I like to move around.

I'm more of a freelancer...

...like you.

It's a nice place.

Maybe I'll even stick around
for one more night.

Well, I heard it was all booked.

But then again, you do know the owner.

The penthouse suite.

Another round?

Ah.

Sir, I have Mr. Hersh for you.

Thank you, Ms. May.

Well, you haven't checked in for a while.

I hit a snag.

We have a bigger problem at home.

I need you here ASAP.

I'm on my way.

Ms. May, I need to draft a letter
to the State Department.

Be right in, sir.

For your state dinner at the White House.

Also, I picked up something
for your anniversary.

God, I completely forgot.

Ms. May, you've only worked for me
for two months...

...and already you know me better
than I know myself.

That's what I'm here for.

Ready when you are, sir.

To the secretary of state
from the Office of Special Counsel.