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[woman speaking
in Spanish]

[siren blaring]

[screaming]

[gunshot]

[greeting]

[talks in Russian]

Now, Senator Friedman,
you have been a
harsh critic...

of the President
in recent months over
his treatment of Russia.

Russia is back.
Their president has
stated unequivocally ...

their desire
to knock us
back to 1985.

They've reignited
their nuclear program.

Just last week they dropped
three Akula class subs in
the Bering Sea.

Our myopia over
the Middle East ...

has caused us to miss the big
bear that's just sitting
in the middle of the room.

Now, Senator Darden,
you have numerous business
interests inside Russia.

Do you share
Senator Friedman's
fears here?

My interests, as you
call them, in Russia ...

are strictly as a trade
partner for the good
people of my state.

All this saber
rattling is basically
Senator Friedman's attempt...

to get his budget
up for next year.

Oh, Please. Russia now
has ten times the number
of covert agents...

within United States
borders as it did during
the Cold War.

What are we talking about?
Besides, wouldn't it be
wise for you...

to divest your interest
of what you have in Russia
at a time like this?

I am very transparent
about all of my financial
transactions...

which is why, you know,
that I have those things.
Excuse me.

The President would suggest
that fear is not helpful
right now, Senator...

that fear is obviously
a very big component of
any politician's toolbox...

but that it is
not going to help
toward progress.

Leaving.

Thank God.

[telephone rings]

[Darden]
Hello?

[man]
You haven't
accessed the money.

Yeah, well, it's been
a little warm around here.

We had a deal, Senator.
We have expectations.

I don't give a good goddamn
about your expectations.

Don't call
here again.

[phone off the hook]

Bastard's making a deal.

Yeah, or blowing one off.

Where does
that leave us?

Darden just made contact.
It looks like he's
moving now.

[elevator bell]

Oh, holy shit!
He's down! He's down!
Behind the building!

[sirens blaring]

[Barton]
This is a domestic case!

You have no
jurisdiction, authority,
or right to be here.

We've been trailing
this guy for the
past month.

This is a crime
scene, not a goddamn
terrorist attack!

You're going
to have to wait.

Yeah? What am I
supposed to wait for?

[horn honking]

For him.

[mixed voices]

There you go, sir.

Director Highland.
Sir, why is the CIA--

This is Agent Weaver.
Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

We're out!

Who the hell was that?

Director Bell.
He wants us out.
No questions and not a word.

You guys were
on the stakeout?

Yes, sir. He's had
contact with Moscow off
and on for a month now.

But he never went
any further--

We know that.
What happened
here tonight?

Someone grabbed
him from behind.
Right in our blind spot.

It all happened
so goddamned fast.

[man]
Keep your eye on it!

[cheering]

Excuse me?
Do you know
the time?

No, no.
I don't have a watch.
Sorry.

It's okay.
Just, my husband said
he'd be here by nine.

Oh.

Which boy is yours?

Decker, the second
baseman.

Oh, yeah.
He's good.

Got a strong arm.

[chuckles]
I'm Molly.

Paul. Hey.

Which one's yours?

[coach]
One more, guys!

Oh, no, I don't,
I don't have--

No, I live
nearby here.

I come by just to see
a game once in a while.

That's really nice.

[dog barks]

Not a care
in the world, huh?

Jeez!

I never thought I'd see
the day when someone got
the drop on Paul Shepherdson .

Yeah, yeah.
How did you
get in here?

It's what we do.

The phone rings,
too, you know.

It's Cassius.

He's back.

Tom.

Cassius is
long gone.

He hasn't even
been heard from
in over 20 years.

Tell that
to Senator Darden.

He's lying in an alley
with his throat slit.

Then it's a copycat.

That's what
everyone is saying.
Well, almost everyone.

Tom, there was a point
where I knew this man
better than myself.

Cassius is dead.

For once, Paul,
I think you're wrong.

[mixed voices]

[agent]
Welcome back, sir.

Gentlemen.

Paul, this is
Director Roger Bell.

Mr. Shepherdson.

The FBI?

Bureaucracy has
changed, my friend.

We have to share
the burden now.

As you know,
Paul was responsible
...

for tracking down
the Cassius Seven...

The Soviet assassins
we code-named...

for the Roman senators
who killed Julius Caesar.

And you caught them all
but one, from what
I understand.

Missed Cassius
himself?

That's right.

But this is
not his work.
I'm sure of it.

Oh, I think it is.

Who the hell
is this?

This is one
of my men.
Agent Ben Geary.

Probably knows more
about your assassin
than anyone we've got.

Or the CIA,
for that matter.

Paul, we'd like
the two of you
to work together.

Is that so?
So tell me, Geary ...

what were you doing
when the wall came down?

I was watching it
on television.

Just like everyone
else in this room.

[laughter]

Could you pull up
the case file, please?

Okay, here is good.
Notice how the cut starts
...

right in the center
of the throat, moving
upwards.

Typically,
a cut starts
high, moves lateral...

as the right-handed
killer pulls the knife
from ear to ear.

Not Cassius.
His cuts were always
exactly the same.

Right-handed, but up,
and starting in the
middle of the neck.

I've never been able
to figure out why.

Still, it's
a copycat.

This guy's
the best you've got?

Mr. Shepherdson,
I wrote my Master's
thesis on Cassius.

And I have
tracked down
and interviewed ...

every one of the few
witnesses of his crimes
who are still alive.

I've even re-created
and personally walked
the approaches and exits...

of all his known
kills step for step.
I know this man.

And there is
no doubt in my mind.
This is the work of Cassius.

You know him?

Harvard, right?

Yes, that's right.

And you were the son
of a foreign attaché
in Turkey.

My father worked
at embassies all
over the world.

How do you know this?

I read your thesis.

You did?

Yes, and I know you were
trying for months
to talk to me.

I'll tell you why I refused.
Because you have never been
on the ground.

Because you don't
know him. And because
you're a librarian.

Mr. Shepherdson.

Let's just say, Geary,
that I'm wrong and
you expose him.

What do you
think comes next?

You think maybe he's
gonna come after you?

That is exactly
why I'm here.

[exhales]

I'm going home.

And I'd like
to be left alone.
All right?

We've got Brutus.

What?

Igor Ivanovich Kozak,
aka Brutus ...

is alive
and locked up in
Brinkerman Penitentiary.

That's impossible.
He killed him in
Salzburg in 1989.

I shot him in the chest.
He fell three stories.

And survived.

Why didn't you tell me?

You wanted
to retire, Paul.

I'm afraid retirees
lose certain privileges.

You know what?

I'm done here, Tom.

Get me Highland.

Come on,
I know you're there.
Get me Highland.

[operator]
Your call cannot be
completed as dialed...

[man]
Director Highland wants you
to know he has a meeting...

with the President
tomorrow morning.

He said you'd know
what that means.

Good morning.
Two regulars, please.

Good morning, sir.
Coming right up.

Spooks aren't supposed
to be creatures of habit.

It's a luxury one
can only afford when
one is in charge.

Thank you.

[clerk]
Thank you
very much.

Thanks.

I gave you
20 years, Tom.

You promised me
I could have a life.

I never cared much
for the coffee at
The White House.

I think it's got
something to do with
the 150-year-old china.

I've been Director through
three presidents, Paul.

And let's face it. I
wouldn't have gotten
the job in the first place ...

if you hadn't helped us
with the Cassius Seven.

But in 15 minutes, the President
is gonna tell me I don't
have this job anymore ...

if we can't nail the guy
that killed Senator Darden.

It's not Cassius, Tom.

You never caught him.

Because he's dead.

Then prove it.

[talking in French]

[woman speaking
in French]

Mr. Shepherdson?

So, Paul Shepherdson.

Been an analyst
for the company here
in Paris for three years.

What do you
wanna see me about?

The Cassius Seven.

I've had a breakthrough.

I can take them
down for you.

[agent] I'll take care of it.
Just give me about 15 minutes.

Oh, hey.

And? And,
and, and, and?

I don't know.

Director Bell
was there?

Everyone was there.

Jesus! I've been at
this place a year
longer than you ...

and I've never even seen
the Director in person.

They're gonna put you
in the field, man.
I'm sure of it.

They haven't said
anything, yet.

You were right
about this thing
the whole time, huh?

[telephone rings]

Agent Geary.
Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.
I'll be there.

And?

I'm in.

This is crazy.

'Cause I have spent
so much time studying
your work with Cassius.

I feel like
I know you.

You don't.

Yeah. No, I just mean
I-I, you know, I put
myself in your shoes.

I just tried to think
how you would think.

I've all of these
crime scene photos.
A lot of them you're in.

Actually, I should probably
get you to sign one
of them. Right?

That would definitely
be a first.

When you were in Budapest
in 91, did you notice
a specific pattern?

No, Agent Geary.

Tell me why-why
would a guy ...

who writes a thesis
on an international spy
...

join the Bureau and
not Central Intelligence?

Well, I believed
that Cassius was
hiding in the U.S.

Think about it.
What better place for
a Soviet spook to retire?

You believe that enough
to base a career on it?

Uh, yeah.
You could say that.

Can I ask you
something?

If that means you'll
stop talking, yeah.

Why didn't they
tell you about Brutus?

If it was your job to catch
the Cassius Seven, what were
they scared you'd do?

Kill him.

What's in the bag?

Motivation.

You think
he's gonna talk?

Not to me.

[guard's indistinct talk]

[guard]
He's been cleared!

[clears throat]

[talks in Russian]

You speak Russian, huh?

I studied
in school. Yes.

Here's some
Russian for you.

I've read that you
worked with Cassius.

It's a different
life ago.

Do you know
where he's hiding?

Why would you--

Is Cassius alive?

He killed
a Senator.

Who are you?

I understand that
you've been looking for one
of these for about 10 years.

[violin music playing]

[volume goes up]

Give it to me.

Tell me something that
I don't know about Cassius
and it is yours.

A chance to hear
the outside world?

Give it to me,
you son of a whore!

Tell me something
about Cassius.
Did he train you?

What does
he look like?

[music continues]

[music stops]

I guess you can spend
the rest of your life
in silence.

Guard?

[shouts]
Wait!

Okay.

He made his name
as a soldier.

But rather than take
the easy route through
the academia ...

he honed
other skills.

And he trained you?

He trained us
all his way.

He only wanted the best.

For that he
wanted proof.

Only six
of us survived.

And together we became
your Cassius Seven.

And you never
saw him again?

No.

We got our targets
from him through
the usual channels.

But he planned
the kills.

His intel was
always the best.

His instinct for
when to strike,
always sharpest.

What happened
to him?

He made mistake.

He lived
outside parameters.

What kind
of parameters?

Parameters of
an assassin.

What did you
do to him?

Give him
the radio.

No, no. I wanna
hear specifically--

I said give him
the radio!

Just do it!
Give it to him.

All right.
Let's go.

Come on!

[music playing]

Guard.

[sighs]

[gate opens and closes]

What the hell
was that?

Why didn't you let me
finish my line of
questioning?

Because he was lying.

I tried to kill him
once for a reason.

Yeah, but the wire
makes perfect sense.

It explains why the
cuts always start
from the middle ...

and then work their way up.
This opens up everything.

I gotta get
in there early
tomorrow morning ...

and compare
the cuts with other
wire killings in Europe.

[indistinct talk
over P.A.]

[music from radio]

[sighs]

[buzzer]

[gate closes]

[footsteps]

[music stops]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[panting]

What do we got?

Cramping and
vomiting blood.

Okay, get him
into three.

[groaning]

Somebody get these
restraints off!

Excuse me.

Can I get a bowl?
Bowl, please!

Got it.

Batteries.

Stay back!

[doctor]
All right,
get me security!

[people shouting]

[Paul]
You swallowed
the batteries, didn't you?

Easier to escape
from a hospital
than a prison.

[shooting]

Geneva.

You were there,
weren't you?

I know
nothing about--

You were there.
It was you.

I never killed
anyone in Geneva.

You are a liar.

Who are you?

I'm the one
who shot you
in Salzburg.

I'm also the one
who trained you
in Moscow.

Cassius?

I never... I never
knew about Geneva
until after the fact.

They brought in someone
with-with no ties to you.

Yeah, the others
said that, too.

Did they tell you
it was someone from
the Black Caucasus?

A soldier, I think.

We could find
him together.

We are from
the same place.

I've looked up
to you my whole life.

[no audible dialogue]

[no audible dialogue]

[bells tolling]

[horn honking]

[woman screaming]

[telephone ringing]

[talking in Russian]

[telephone ringing]

[Geary]
Agent Geary.

[Paul]
Agent Geary.
We need to meet.

[voices whispering]

Oh.

You need to drop
this investigation.

How exactly
am I supposed
to drop it?

Cassius doesn't care
who he has to eliminate.

If he comes after me,
I'm prepared.
Not you.

You've got a wife.
You have two kids.

Yeah. I think
they understand what
I'm doing is important.

Have you thought about
what you're gonna do
if you find him?

That is all
I think about.

And now
that it's real,
I want it more.

I want to know him.
I want to understand him.

And then?

And then I wanna
put him away,
for good.

[Oliver]
Whoa. What is
all this shit?

It's research.

Research.

Volks-Volkskrant-Volks.

De Volkskrant.
It's a daily newspaper
in Holland.

The third page
there's a story
about a wire killing.

Ten days before
the Soviets held their
first open election.

Cassius?

Yeah. I think so.

You've gotta put
in a word to get
me on this case.

Please. I'm up to my
ass in banking bullshit.
I'm serious.

[telephone rings]

Agent Geary.

Where?

[muffled voices]

[telephone rings]

Once you're done
getting shots of
the body ...

really get the cut
patterns. I want
close-ups of the neck.

[distant siren blaring]

And then he
came in here?

Yes, sir.

[no audible dialogue]

Hey, Paul.

Agent Geary.
What do you got?
See you later.

Apparently Brutus swallowed
the batteries from the radio
that we gave him.

I'm guessing he
put out some calls.
Found a place to lay low.

Word got back
to Cassius.

He's never one
to allow loose ends.

Loose ends, meaning
he spoke to us.

Probably. Yeah.

Well, we should get
all the phone records
...

of every cell phone
hospital extension here.

All right.
Okay.

You know, I always
had this theory ...

that Cassius would
return to the scene
of his crimes.

Watch his investigators.

You think
he's that vain?

Well, I think that
some of it's vanity.

Some of it is
he wants to see
what he's up against.

You see that guy
in the back?
Brown jacket.

Coat's Russian made.

Excuse me, sir? Sir?

[Geary]
Shit! Move!

[panting]

All right.
Why don't
we split up?

Yeah.

You go that way.

[exhales]

[clanking]

[exhales]

I've got nothing.

Yeah, me neither.
Let the Bureau know.

He's wearing
a brown suede jacket.

Sandy blond hair,
close cropped.

No. That wasn't him.

He was too tall.

Too military. Wrong build.
Too young. A million reasons.
It wasn't him.

What the hell
were we doing
chasing this guy?

He ran.
I figured he'd be
arrested for something.

You hungry?

Hey, Paul.
This is my
wife, Natalie.

Hello, Mr. Shepherdson.

Hey. Paul.

Paul.

It's been a long time since
I went to someone's
house for dinner.

I, uh, I never learned
how to do it right.

Well, it's easy.
You just smile and nod
and tell me how good it is.

Yes, ma'am.

Ma'am?
Did you
hear that?

Well, right
this way, sir.

Let me welcome you
to our humble commode.

[kid humming]

Wanna help me
get dinner ready?

Dinner ready?

I'm not gonna be much
help. I'm sorry.

It's easy.
Just move the dad from
the backyard to the kitchen.

That's your dad?
Let's see.

Hey, Paul.
Come meet
this little guy.

[chuckles]

It's Nicholas.

Wow.

Yeah. Looks like you.

No.

Yeah. Got your nose.

Everyone says
he looks like my dad.

Which is nice
'cause we lost him
like ten years ago.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

No, no, it's fine.

He's definitely
your kid.

Do you have
any children, Paul?

No. No, I don't.

Do you want
a drink?

Yeah.

Yeah, sweetie.
Come on.

You got his head?

Come on, Lucy.
Let's go set
up, sweetie.

Paul, what are
you looking for?

Vodka martini?

Sure.

Dry. With, uh, an onion
if you've got it.

You know what?

I think you've been
chasing Cassius a
little too long.

That's his drink.

Yeah. Well, trying
to get into his head
...

I guess I picked up
some of his habits.

You know what?
In that case, I'm
gonna join you.

The kids are down.
Finally.

Now, I know you're
gonna say this is weird
...

but I feel a
connection with him.
I do.

- With who?
- With Cassius.

He's not the kind
of guy that you
can connect to.

Well, sure. If not
a connection, then a
tremendous amount of respect.

All right.
Let's just set the
record straight now.

He's not worthy
of your respect
or admiration.

He's a
cold-blooded killer.

He doesn't have
a family like you.

He doesn't have
a wife like yours.

His life
meant nothing.

The only good
thing he ever did was
disappear. All right?

You don't think there's
something to be respected
in the fact that ...

he is the best
at something?

Respect is the last thing
I have for an animal
like him. Okay?

Yeah. But--

Hold that thought.
I'm gonna take a piss.

Ben?

I'm just stating
the facts.

Paul, he's obsessed.

Yeah, I know.

And he has been ever
since I've known him.

Cassius.

And you!

You know, I'm-I'm
just ready for it
to be over.

Your husband
is messing
with a creature ...

he thinks
he understands,
but he doesn't.

He's allowed
your husband ...

to live this long
because he wasn't
much of a threat.

What do you mean,
allowed him to live?

Do you think
he knows who
my husband is?

I'm sure he does.

You really
read my thesis?

Yes. Yes, I read
your thesis.

Yeah?

And?

All right.
I think ...

that you missed
an essential question.

Okay. What's that?

You pinpointed
the wheres and
the hows of Cassius...

but you never ask
the question why.

Why were his targets
increasingly more
random?

Why did he disappear?

When you can
answer those whys ...

then you'll know him.

Thank Natalie
again, will you?

Oh, we checked
the calls from
the hospital.

Yeah?

Nothing.

Tch. Too bad.

Yeah.

See, you know
the thing that--

Okay, here's what
I don't understand.

How did Cassius know
that they moved Brutus
to a hospital ...

instead of just
working on him
at the prison?

The Russians probably
paid somebody off
in the prison.

They'd want him dead
just to shut him up.

Right. Right.

Good night, Geary.

[dog barking]

[helicopter flying by]

Gentlemen?

I think you guys
know Martin Miller.

He's our Chief Analyst
on domestic Russian ops.

Go ahead, Marty.

Almost six months ago, two
B.P agents were murdered
and their truck stolen.

The truck was located a week
later in a parking lot near
TUS wiped clean.

Now, these guys were smart.
They parked far enough away
from the cameras...

that we couldn't get
any facial recognition.

Local cops
and Border Patrol
assumed they were Mexican.

Then we found this.

A camera
in a squad car.

That's right.
Luckily, Tucson
police were testing ...

high-resolution
cameras in a few cars.

All Russian.
All known operatives.

All now in
the United States.

[Geary]
There's the guy
with the Russian jacket.

That's right.
And it gets better.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Wait.

Son-of-a-bitch.

Bozlovski.

That's right.
Johann Bozlovski.

Former Spetsnaz
and KGB.

In 1990, Bozlovski and
his 10th Mountain Brigade
in the Black Caucasus...

went into Warsaw and
executed known allies
of the solidarity movement.

I looked for him
for a year ...

after the wall
came down.

He just,
just vanished.

Like Cassius.

What are you
thinking, Paul?

We have a known
Soviet hit man.

Disappears into
Libya or Afghanistan.

Same time our intel
tells us Cassius does
the same.

Twenty years later,
he shows up.

United States Senator
gets his throat slit.

[exhales]
I-I don't know.

I mean,
Bozlovski's Spetsnaz.

And...he's
so visible.

Well, yeah.
Maybe that's
what they wanted.

And wouldn't a more
visible alter ego ...

just muddy up
the waters for
everyone chasing him?

How did we know Boz
was in Warsaw in 1990?

How did we know that?

Because the Russians
told us so!

Soviet disinformation
was the biggest weapon
they had...

before the wall
came down.

That's true.

[exhales]

Yeah.

Bozlovski
makes sense.

It's him.
He's the one.

What do you guys
need from us?

Nothing. Nothing.
He'll disappear again
...

if he knows
we're onto him.

[alarm sounding]

What is this place?

[knocks]

[talks in Russian]

[clattering]

[woman arguing]

Amber.

Amber?

Yeah, that guy deals
in Russian goods.

Anything from
the homeland.

Turn down
by the river.

[dog barking]

[man shouting]

Amber's a prostitute?

If the Russians used
their women instead
of missiles ...

we'd all be wearing
furry hats right now.

[man and woman arguing]

[baby crying]

This is the dirtiest
river in the U.S.
Did you know that?

Right here in our
nation's capitol.

Nice place
to park your house.

Amber?

[loud rock music]

[talks in Russian]

[loud music]

No, no.

[shouting]

Shut up!

I'm not gonna--
I'm not gonna hurt you!

[talks in Russian]

Bozlovski.
Bozlovski.
Where is he?

[shouting in Russian]

Where is Bozlovski?

I don't know who
you're talking about!

[loud rock music]

[shouts in Russian]

[screaming]

Shut up!

[talks in Russian]

[lowers music]

[Amber shouting]

Where is Bozlovski?

I will kill you here ...

and let you float away.
I swear to God.

Please.
Please don't.

Where is he?

I am begging you.
I don't know.

Bullshit.
That is bullshit.

Paul, we broke
into her place!
Okay?

Go back to the car
and shut up!

Where is he?

Please.

Paul, let me
talk to her!

Please.

[groans]

Please, I don't
know anything.

You're a very
lucky girl.

Come.

[talking in Russian]

You didn't really
show her pictures
of your kids, did you?

You know,
they teach you a couple
tricks at Quantico.

Oh, Quantico.
Good cop, bad cop.

Making a connection.

Oh! Very nice.

Yeah?

[talking in Russian]

I, uh, I know--
I know this man
you're looking for.

Okay? You-you can
follow me there.

Who are you?

Her brother.

Oh.

Look, I take you
to where Bozlovski is.

What's your name?

Leo.

Leo. Leo, give me
your phone.

Give me your phone.

There you go.

Now, Leo, you didn't call
anyone and tell them
we were coming, did you?

No. No, no.
No, I swear.

Now, if anything goes
wrong, Leo, I'm putting
two bullets in her head...

and I'm dumping her
in the river. Then
I'm coming for you.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

You're gonna
shoot her in
the head?

Just making
a connection.

Okay. This is
the place.

Okay, Bozlovski,
he's in there.

No, no , no.
No, no, come on.

Leo! Hey.

How many
girls you got?

Come on, tell me.
Five? Ten?

Fifteen?
Talk to me. Huh?

Two.

What?

Two.

Two.

All right.

You get me
to Bozlovski...

you keep
your business...

and we never met.
All right?

You. Call for backup,
or whatever they told you
to do at Quantico.

You stay
there by the door.
You don't leave.

Go.

He comes, too?

No, no, he stays
at the door.
Go on.

Perfect. Because I was
first in my class in
door watching.

[talking in Russian]

I hear you've been
asking questions
about me.

You know my name.

Johann.

[door closes]

Coming in
through Mexico,
smart. Very smart.

How do you know this?
What agency are you with?

They say you
killed a Senator.

They think
you're Cassius.

[whistles]

Uh-oh.

[chuckles]

What do you think?

You think I'm stupid
enough to call ahead
from my own phone?

You think I give
a damn what happens
to some whore?

Yes. I've played
Cassius before.

If they want me
to be Cassius,
I become Cassius.

But you're not him.

Really?

How can you
be so sure?

Because I'm Cassius.

Cassius.

[shooting]

[groans]

[clap of thunder]

[siren blaring]

[muffled voices]

You were here?

Yes, sir.

...the shots rang out, I ran
immediately upstairs.

[indistinct radio]

[dialing]

[telephone ringing]

Hey. Ollie. Come on.
You did the work on the
Moussali capture, right?

Applied some like
theoretical geography
to his whereabouts?

Yeah, that's right.
Tracking a fugitive...

is essentially the same
thing as tracking an
endangered species.

You rule out the places
they can't or won't go...

until you have
a reasonably few
places to look.

- You want in
on this thing?
- Hell yeah!

- Come on.
- Really?

So, what is it
I'm looking for?

Late in Cassius' career,
his murders were no longer
just pro-Soviet.

He was killing
Russians, too.

And also English,
Polish, Czech,
you name it.

When was this?

Around 1988.

It never made
any sense.

I think I missed
something here.

Why do you think
you missed something?

You have some
new information?

Paul Shepherdson.

Yeah?

What?

He's been at the company
for like 25 years!

Yeah, I know, man.
That's why I need
you on this. Okay?

I've been over
this shit like
a thousand times...

to the point
at which I always see
the exact same thing.

Find something different.

Okay. Yeah, sure. I--

But if you're right,
I mean, that means
the entire time...

he's been
hunting himself?

So, he killed
the Senator?

If we're right
about this, yeah.

[telephone rings]

Agent Geary.

Hey, I've got a question
about a file here.

It's blue
and it's got a note
attached that says...

"Too many questions.
Not Cassius."

Uh, No.
That one's
a hoax.

It's like a crude
copycat murder.

Okay, cool.
I'll exclude it.

[squeaking]

I'm gonna
run for coffee.
Want something?

Oh, no.
I'm fine,
thank you.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[soft music]

[grunts]

Ooh.

Jesus!

Paul! Hi!
Thank you!

You need
to be careful.

Yeah.
Oh, let me--

Stay up there.
[clears throat]

Okay.

I want you to tell
your husband to ask
off this case.

Have him say that
it's just too much
for him, for his family.

What-whatever
he has to say,
just get him out.

Paul, what do you
expect me to do?

You know, I told you.
I can't watch over
him anymore.

He's getting very close
to a dangerous man.

He won't
listen to me.

He won't listen
to anything I have
to say, so--

He's gonna
die, Natalie!

What?

Do you hear me now?

Cassius has
taken out men...

much more
experienced than Ben.

He doesn't give
a damn about you,
about your family.

He will kill
your husband.

Like snapping
his fingers.

And he will
feel nothing.

I pieced together the photos
of every murder and I laid
them out chronologically.

Oh, that red line
right there indicates...

where his killing
became erratic and inexplicable.

So, all you've gotta do
is set up a null hypothesis
and try and prove it.

And when you can't prove it,
that means your original
hypothesis must be true.

Wait, wait.

Okay, take some fact.

You said you believe
Cassius returns to the
scene of the crimes, right?

Right.

And you've got photos
of every murder.

So set up a hypothesis
of, say, Stephen Hawking
is Cassius...

which gives you a null
hypothesis of Stephen Hawking
is not Cassius.

So, go through the photos
and try and prove the null...

that Rolling Thunder
is not Cassius.

If you can, that means your
hypothesis is incorrect.
If you can't ...

then depending on
your "P" value of course...

you've statistically
proven your hypothesis
must be true.

Or that
Stephen Hawking
is Cassius.

Yeah.

Some of us didn't sleep
our way through Logic and
Stats at Harvard.

Damn, this coffee
really works.

I'll be right back.

Jesus Christ.

[whispers]
Hey.

Hey.

Hey. Come here,
big guy.

He misses his daddy.

Yeah?

Sweetie, what is it?

No, just, you know
how much I care about
you guys, right?

Oh, God.
Yeah. I do.

Ben?

I just--

I-I just came home
to tell you I've got
to pull an all-nighter.

It's all gonna
be over soon.

Yeah.

Ben.

Yeah?

You know,
Paul told me--

Paul?
When were you
talking to Paul?

Well, he came by the store
today and he told me how
dangerous this all is.

Honey. Don't listen
to a word that that
guy says, okay?

He's just an old man
who thinks that the war
is still cold.

Trust me.
This is all
gonna be over soon.

You promise?

Yeah. But I-I
gotta go.

Natalie?

It's-- Never mind.

I dug deeper into
Bozlovski's life
like you asked.

The guy's nothing
but a killing machine.
Anywhere. Anytime.

He's used every single
weapon you can think of...

from an M-24
from 800 meters
to a rusty nail.

Where was he
June 1988?

We had him flying into
Geneva as an Irishman
named Ted O'Leary.

He was there
for four days.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Holy shit.

Bozlovski?

[siren blaring]

[man speaking Russian]

Hm.

Oh, my God.

Bozlovski killed
your family.

So, all this time ...

you were looking
for revenge.

[telephone rings]

Agent Geary.

Where are you?

You got my message
on your windshield.

I know the truth.

You've been looking
for Cassius a long
time, haven't you?

Yeah. And now
I've found him.

It would seem so.

- Where is
Paul Shepherdson?
- I don't know--

Hey! You wanna keep your
business your business?

Or do you want every Fed in the
District down here up your ass,
'cause I can make that happen?

So, goddammit,
Where is he?

Good to go.

All right,
open it up!

[shooting]

What happened?

Open the gate!
Open the goddamn
gate! Now!

Come on!

[groans]

[gunshots]

How did I
miss it, Paul?

How did I miss it?

The entire time,
Cassius was right
next to me!

Put the gun
down, Geary!

What? I'm supposed
to trust you now?

Yeah. Let's talk
about trust.

Five down!
Cassius.

Seventy across.
Yepatb!

Eliminated.

Thirty-two down.
Bolxoh.

Exit.

This is 30-year-old
Soviet code.

So, how old were you
when-when your family
came over here?

What were you,
about ten? Ten?

You never had
a choice, did you?

So then you
wrote a thesis that
couldn't be ignored.

The FBI came after you.
They signed you up.

You even started a family.
You started a real family!

To make it stick.

You've been a double
your whole life.

[speaks in Russian]

You cut the Senator's
neck because you knew
you were the expert...

who could convince
the Americans it was
Cassius who did it.

An investigation
would flush Cassius out.

My orders are
to kill you...

and return
to Moscow.

My plane
leaves tonight.

Alone?

Then that's all
you'll ever be.

Cassius.

Cassius is
getting away.

Hey, listen to me.

He's wounded.
He's cornered.

He's not gonna talk.
He's not gonna play fair.

He's not gonna
be taken alive.

Right.

Geary!

[exhales]

[grunts]

[groans]

Come on.

Paul?

Fuck.

Go home.

[whispers]
You go--

[exhales]

[siren blaring]

Check Cassius' watch.

Pull the knob.

That's how he did it.

Explains the cut pattern.

Bozlovski's the one
with the slit throat.

I heard a shot.

And when I turned around,
I saw Paul going down.

But not before he'd
gotten Cassius' own
wire around his neck.

Cassius shot Paul?

The ballistics
will prove it.

But not before Paul
finally got his man.

That's right.

Well done,
Agent Geary.

You might wanna
check on that ship.

Cassius was here
for a reason.

[Bell]
What's this?

These came off
the boat, sir.

Ben!

Tell me something.

Would you
ever consider
working for us?

[man]
Excuse me, sir?

Think about it.

[Alex Lifeson's
Don't Look Back playing]