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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.

Behind the Government Team presents

www.u-sub.net

You won't believe
what The Swede's been doing.

Going to therapy.

How much does the therapist know?

Are you resting comfortably?

But I should tell you that,

I don't really believe in hypnotism.

The act of hypnosis is freewill.

For me to proceed,
your mind must grant the permission.

Will it work on me the first time?

Most of my clients experience results
in three to five sessions.

So we'll work on your anxiety
and paranoia gradually.

See, Mr. Wren,

hypnosis is merely relaxation
combined with imagery.

You experience it every night
as you drift asleep,

focus on a book,
or miss your exit on the FDR.

Ready?

- I think so, yes.
- Then let's begin.

Please pick up the tablet beside you,

and choose an image
that speaks to your emotion.

This one.

I want you to close your eyes

and form a mental picture
of that image.

Picture the birds,

the field.

Then one by one,
picture them as they fly away.

Focus on your breathing.

One bird departs.

And as each one goes,
your relaxation increases

and you continue to feel calmer
and more at rest.

For 200 bucks an hour, Finch,

I hope you get more
than an expensive nap.

I want to take you back to a place

where you were safe and comfortable.

Can you think of that place,
Mr. Wren?

My childhood bedroom.

I want you to think of all the ways
it made you feel safe.

Picture it clear as day.

What color were the walls?

Hayden Price.

Certified hypnotherapist
to the Upper East Side.

Does he do birthday parties?

It's not that kind of hypnotism.

He caters to wealthy businessmen
and socialites.

Anger management,
smoking cessation, that sort of thing.

You might think, if you didn't know

that the office was rented
on a short-term lease,

and that his certification doesn't come
from any association I can find.

During the therapy,

I became attuned to the kind of questions
that Hayden was asking.

A color that's favorable to you.
Blue.

The name of a childhood pet.

- Scout.
- He was fishing.

Getting answers
to your security questions.

My bank account was
signed up for a recurring

automatic donation

to the nonprofit called
"The American Cancer Coalition Fund".

I'd be willing to wager
that Hayden's name is on that nonprofit.

So, unless he's moonlighting
as a samaritan,

I'd say we're dealing with a con artist
and a very clever thief.

Why'd you even play along, Finch?

I told Hayden what he wanted to hear.
I didn't even have a pet as a child.

But when I went
to bluejack his phone,

it was blocked.

Someone had jacked it.

Perhaps someone who's out to get him.
His clients would be the best start.

I'll contact Shaw for back-up,

but first I need to look in
on our houseguest.

As before, Ms. Groves,
Mr. Reese is upstairs

with an unhealthy number of firearms.

Please don't try to run.

Honestly, Harold,

locking me up?

I admit that the accommodations
are not ideal.

But your confinement...

is for your own good.

Your machine called me.

An event I haven't
fully reasoned out.

But your unpredictability,
your willingness to hurt others

make you as dangerous as ever.

You can't fight the future.

I'll bring you new books.

I get it.

You wonder why it won't talk to you

like it talks to me.

Don't be jealous, Harold.

Mom still loves us both.

When bluejacking Hayden didn't work,
I sent him pastries as a thank you.

Bugged, of course.

I'm just so angry with her,
I could kill her.

And those feelings will dissipate
as you feel calmer,

Mr. Sykes.

Tell me about your mother.

Speak her name, out loud.

Her full name.

Mary.

Mary Shackford Sykes.

Very good.

That's a start.

It seems therapy has helped, Sven.

I haven't been able
to sleep well in months.

And do you still believe
you're surrounded by phonies?

Sadly, yes,
but thanks, I'm able to push past,

to rediscover the quality and craft

of my antique business,

search for the meaning in my work.

Sounds like Hayden
isn't a half-bad therapist after all.

A lot of patients today?

Anybody weird?

Wall-to-wall mommy issues.

Enough to make a man want to smoke.

Or under-sleep

or over-eat.

Or...

Or?

Who's the girl, Finch?

Her name is Natalie Boal.

She works at an art gallery downtown.

She started coming to Hayden for therapy
a little over a year ago.

It's more than therapy now.

Look at that.

He isn't working her, he's in love.

And if she's making
those eyes at him,

she doesn't know his criminal side.

Someday,

no more patients.

No more psychoses.

No more snooty art buyers.

Just you and me.

We just go to the airport...

Jet off to some corner of the world.

Right.

With what money, again?

Let me worry about that.

And when I get enough, it's just...

you and me and paradise.

Hayden's on the move, Finch.

According to his schedule,
he doesn't have more appointments.

So where is he going so fast?

- So, is everything in order?
- Relax.

There's nothing to worry over.

The exchange rates are in your favor.

I started as a teller at that S&L.

15 years I put in, and they tell me
I need to take a pay cut.

So I decided
they owed me a pay raise.

Here's my $50,000, Mr. Russell.

Where's yours?

Outstanding.
Let's proceed.

I'm so gonna shoot this punk.

Something's not right.

We're meeting your contact here?

It's quiet up here, and far from
nosy thieves looking for cash.

The only thief here is you.

Detective Decker, NYPD.
Fraud investigation.

Hands up, sucker.

Sucker?

I can only guess what he got you for.

He feed you that line of crap
about the exchange rates?

And you,
pass me that briefcase slowly.

Not today.

Oh, God.

- Why aren't you intervening?
- Wait for it.

Is he gone?

With his tail between his legs.

We really hooked that fish for 20 Gs?

Sure did.

20? I thought it was 50.

Here's your half.

Now let's get out of here
before somebody calls the real cops.

- Who isn't Hayden ripping off?
- This guy's good.

I can watch you nursing
that coffee for just so long.

You should know I called,
to check in on you, Joss.

Parking tickets and purse snatchers
aren't exactly a challenge

after my old job, Mr. Quinn.

Alonzo, please.

The last time we met, you said
you had suspicions about...

my godson's murder.

I tried working a few leads, but...

Cal's department file was sealed.

There is a chance here

that the organization HR
could be involved.

HR?

I thought HR was disbanded.

The feds just scattered the roaches.

It's sometimes hard to get 'em all.

Maybe I can get the Mayor involved,

open doors for you at One PP.

I wouldn't wanna put you
in that kind of position, Mr. Quinn.

I'll take my chances
on this one solo.

All right.

I'm sorry, my shift is starting,

and I have a rookie partner
to pick up.

Saddled you with a rookie?

Goes with the parking tickets
and purse snatchers.

Thanks for the coffee.

Despite Hayden's criminality
and his malfeasant theatrics,

I still think it's more likely
that someone is out to get him

than the other way around.

Someone who bluejacked his phone.

Maybe one of his
clients is on to his scam.

Hayden may have conned
any number of people,

and all it takes is one easy mark

with ties to a gang
or organized crime,

so we don't have a moment to waste.

If you and Ms. Shaw could visit
some of his more irascible clients,

I'll text you their names
and addresses on my way.

- On your way to where?
- Back to therapy.

Mr. Wren, when I snap my fingers,

you will come totally
out of your resting state

feeling refreshed and relieved
after our conversation.

So how did it go this time?

Quite well.

You're making
very solid progress, Mr. Wren.

But sadly, our time is up
for the day.

You really are very good
at this, Mr. Price.

I'm so glad that
I was referred to you.

- Where did you receive your training?
- The Barringer Hypnosis Institute.

- Here in New York?
- Of Tarzana, California.

I don't believe I know it.
What brought you all the way out here?

You know, I'm usually the one
asking the questions, Mr. Wren.

Who was it you said
referred you to me again?

Look at that.

You're right.
Our time is up for the day.

Hey, kid, come here.

Terney says you've been
keeping an eye on Carter.

Willing to step up,
get your hands dirty?

What does that mean?

We're having trouble
with a money launderer.

Guy messed up big.

But we need him to finish
one more job.

Then you pull his card, dig a hole.

Rest in peace.

Who's the guy?
The target?

Come on, kid.
We're taking a field trip.

And we're selling the soccer ball.
And I have your bid at $300,000.

Now 310,000.
310,000 right here, 320,000.

What are we doing here?

That's your guy.

His name is Sven.

He's an antique dealer
down in The Village.

We call him "The Swede."

- So, what's your story?
- You first.

I'm following an HR lead.

They wanna whack a Swedish
antique dealer

for screwing up
their money laundering.

That's funny.

I'm on a con man therapist
who happens to have

a Swedish antique dealer
as a patient.

I'll pretend that makes sense.

I think my con man might be after
your Swede and his laundered money.

If that's HR's money,
your con man is in for a world of hurt.

I'll stick with the con man,
keep him out of trouble.

I'll stick with the antique dealer,
see where he leads.

We are going once.

We are going twice.

Fair warning on this 1911

Honus Wagner baseball card.

Is sold, right here.

Number 103 for $900,000.

Tomorrow, you're gonna
punch that guy's ticket.

What do you know?

What's the Swede's
therapist doing here?

We need to find out why everyone's
so interested in The Swede.

Hayden's patient
is an antiques dealer,

and he spent a million dollars
on a baseball card?

And then tossed it
into some cabinet like it was junk.

I watched him do it.

It's all very strange.

And what business does
an antique dealer have

laundering HR's money
in the first place?

And why do they want him dead now?

Turns out The Swede wasn't
going to a real therapist.

He was spilling his guts
to a con man.

We'll do a two for one special
and take out the therapist also.

I love that.

You know, that dinner
was such a surprise.

I had a lovely time.

That's not the only surprise.

Let's do it, Nat.
Let's take our trip.

Just go to the airport
and pick our destination.

- Come with me?
- Hayd, are you serious?

What about our...
our jobs, our lives?

They'll be here for us when we get back.
I don't wanna be impulsive.

I wanna whisk away the girl I love.

Of course.

- When do we leave?
- That's the other surprise. Now.

Well, tomorrow.

I need to do a few things.

Pick you up in the AM?

I'll pack fast.

Our con man
is blowing the country fast.

Something's up.

Wait.

Who the hell are you?

The night watch.

Who were these guys?

The cops...

The real cops.

What the hell is going on?

We were gonna ask you
the same thing, Hayden.

I spoke with Detective Carter.

She identified the badge numbers

you gave me as HR.
She's positive.

What's the deal?

Someone turned my office
into Swiss cheese.

My girlfriend is waiting for me.
If she goes back to my place...

- Or to my office...
- I spoke to her half an hour ago.

I explained to her
how I was your new assistant

and I needed to stash her
in a motel until you'd visit her.

Slight lie.
But nothing on a par with you.

That's funny coming from you,
Mr. Wren.

You've been scamming your patients,
and you've had your eye on a Mr. Vanger,

the antique dealer.

Did you know he was
a money launderer for HR?

I've heard of HR, but I swear
I didn't know the money was theirs.

- Who'd you think you were grifting?
- Sven came into my office

a couple of months ago.

He was a chain smoker

who had millions bouncing around
in his accounts.

It would have been an easy score.

Look what happened.
I didn't sign up for real bullets.

I'm done with this con and I'm out.

- Where's Natalie?
- Nice try.

- You're staying put.
- What don't you get about "Done"?

You want me out of town?
I'm out of town.

But I can't go without her.

She's the only...

honest thing left about me.

I have to try and hold on to that.

Detective, have you found out
how the antique dealer is connected

to HR's money laundering?

I'm meeting my source.

You haven't touched your wine, Joss.

- You're off duty.
- I'm always on duty.

Have you heard a word I said?

What do you think
about the money being laundered?

I heard every word.

And the money's just HR's skim
off the Russians.

A percentage kicked back
to your friends

for turning a blind eye
to the Yogorov business.

Please,
try the Brunello di Montalcino.

The finish is...

quite exquisite.

What I don't understand

is what HR wants
with an antique business.

Clean money.

HR doesn't want
blood-soaked bills from the Russians.

They want their cut
in ones and zeroes to transfer

into their 401Ks, offshore accounts.

So, the antique dealer

cycles the dirty Russian money
into his accounts

and waits for instructions.

He heads to the auction house,
where he's told to bid

on a certain high-priced item,
an item...

auctioned off
by a seller representing HR.

Our next item up for bid
is lot number 426...

an extremely rare baseball
signed by all

of the 1927 New York Yankees,

including Lou Gehrig and Babe Ruth.

Informally named,
"Murderer's Row Ball."

I'd like to start the bidding
at $2 million.

I got a bid for $2 million.

$4.4 million.
Where?

4.4 in the front going once,

twice.

Sold right here.
$4.4 million, thank you.

The Swede bids the highest,

and all of that dirty money
is deposited into HR's coffers,

squeaky clean and laundered,
and ready for digital distribution.

I don't get it. They haven't laundered.
They've bought an overpriced baseball.

All the items HR auctions off
may have been appraised

for millions of dollars,
but they're just fugazis,

fakes, worthless junk.

- HR gets Russian money for nothing?
- It's a perfect system.

Till someone outside knows about it.

If your con man thinks
he can swoop in and take a piece

of HR's business,

he better watch his back.

- Who do you always meet in there?
- None of your business.

I've been thinking.

That antique dealer,

I can't just...

kill someone.

When I got involved with HR,
I didn't think...

You didn't think.

You looked the other way.

I can't do that anymore.

- You're the only person on my side.
- I'm not on your side.

But I'm not letting a homicide happen
under my watch.

Tomorrow...

you're calling in sick.

I am?

You just got a new job.
Tomorrow, you're Simmons's shadow.

Wherever he goes, you go.

Whoever he meets with,
you get pictures of.

We tapped into their piggy bank.

Now I wanna know
who's running the bank.

What is going on?
Where have you been?

- Who's that creepy guy?
- Natalie, I'm sorry.

I get a call from your office
telling me to come to some hotel.

- You don't show up.
- Take a breath.

The more you breathe,
the calmer you'll be.

Do not hypno-talk me.

I'm not hypno-talking you, be calm...

I'm not one of your patients.

- I know that.
- You have to tell me...

You ever notice how much of our job
is like babysitting?

It's more than that today.

I don't think Hayden's told us
the whole story of his con.

I'm going over Hayden's hard drive,

what I downloaded of it
before he zapped it.

And I'm finding emails
addressed to Sven Vanger,

the antique dealer.

Hayden may have elicited

his email password
while he was under hypnosis.

It appears that Hayden
duplicated an email

that Sven had received,
but not yet read.

- And he altered it in the process.
- And what did the email say?

The email is from
an anonymous address,

regarding an auction that took place.

In it, Vanger was instructed
to bid on lot 424,

but Hayden redrafted it,

instructing him to bid on lot 426.

Perhaps you should ask Hayden why.

He went out the window.

Hayden used his girlfriend
and gave us all the slip.

I'm sorry.
I'm about to close.

No, Sven, you're already closed.

Who are you with,
the Russians or the police?

I have nothing left for you.

I'm not with either.
But I do need something.

Answers.

I'm not your doormat.

Why don't you drop that
before you hurt yourself?

Give it to me.

Why is it every time you call me these days,
I know to bring a firearm?

But he was such a good therapist.

Hey, Dragon Tattoo,

he's also a con man
who stole from you.

Not stealing from me, stealing from them.
He should not be doing that.

How'd you even get into this mess?

Seven months ago,

I got in trouble with the customs.

A cop named Simmons came
and said he could

make the charges go away
if I helped them launder cash

for a few Russian associates
of theirs.

At first, it was just a few
hundred thousand each month.

Then it became more and more.
Millions.

- I got rid of the last cash today.
- On lot 426?

- How did you know about that?
- Hayden played you.

He switched out your emails,

and made you bid
on the wrong item today.

What did I purchase?

A real ball,

signed by the real 1927 Yankees,

really worth 4.4 million.

That was a hell of a season.

Where's the ball, Sven?

It's gone.

I sold it for $5.

They're going to kill me.

I gotta get out of this city!

Too late.
You're a marked man.

Close your eyes.

This stuff burns.

So we're faking crime scenes now?

A long way from your days
back at the Eighth.

Might wanna spread it out.
Arterial spray is more erratic.

Will you let me work?

Going for a kind

of a hollow-point special
kind of motif.

There.

Congratulations.

You've just died and been reborn.

Now, take your new life,

and get the hell out of New York.

- Yeah?
- Hey, rookie.

I need you to hold off
on the antique dealer.

Something went wrong at the auction house.
We didn't get our money.

Sir, there's a small problem.

Just heard from my source in HR,

Simmons knows they get ripped off.

This baseball stuff,
you should've called me in sooner.

I'm kind of a Mets fan.

Somewhere in the city,

your soda kid's walking around
with a zillion-dollar baseball in his pocket.

With HR looking for the ball.

And the young man has no idea.

Let's hope he don't play catch.

Hey, kiddo,

you got something for me?

Hayden would use his own girlfriend
as an excuse to escape.

A baseball worth 4 million
would be a motivational force.

He doesn't care who he steps on
to get away with it either.

He still has to get away,
but he won't go without Natalie.

As you and I well know,

sometimes necessity
and desire can conflict.

- Hayden's still in the city.
- He's too smart to use his own phone.

So how do we track him?

We don't.
We track Natalie.

Hayden's calling her right now.

Nat, please, I'm sorry.

I've done things
that I'm not proud of,

but I love you.

- Can you trust me on that?
- I wanna know what's going on right now.

That's a little complicated, Nat.

- Where are you?
- I'm going home.

Did you think I was gonna sit
in that hotel room after you went out?

No, honey, you can't go there.
It's not safe for you.

Really?
How would I even know?

Look, Hayden,

I love you.

But I deserve the truth,

or else I'm done.

I'm a criminal

and a thief.

But I'm done with that life.

I secured a score
that will ensure our future.

The kind of score that
would let us pick our destination.

If you meet me outside
my old office in one hour,

then we can fly to corner of the world,
like we planned.

And I'll tell you everything.

Stop loving me or even hate me,
but please,

hear me out.

I'll be there.

I didn't wanna worry you.

I'm cleanin' up this mess.

You say The Swede
bought the baseball?

That's what the logs
at the auction house said.

Without him,
it's gonna be a little tough to track him.

That idiot bought a real autographed ball
worth $4.4 million,

and we had a rookie kill him
before we found out what he did with it?

Maybe the rookie should be handling
your end of things.

At least he follows through.

But you said there was
a con man involved.

Find him.

Shake him till the ball falls out.

And tell me you have
at least one lead.

When we tapped his phone,
we found out about little girlfriend.

The guy's in love.

He ain't going anywhere without her.

Make it right, Simmons.

I got two loves.
My money and this city.

Mess with either, I mess right back.

Lover boy.

What'd you expect?
I'm a crook.

He's my expert.

- What, you don't trust me?
- Like you said, you're a crook.

It looks pretty damn real.

I have a buyer lined up.
I'll split it with you, 50/50.

- 60/40?
- Not a half bad deal, huh?

Will you at least let me call Natalie

before you kill me or arrest me
or put me in a well in your basement?

You have 30 seconds.

Sorry to disappoint, con man.

Seems the NYPD isn't bad
at phone traces.

I found your girl in 20 minutes.

I'll give you the ball.
It's yours.

Don't be noble.
There's only criminals on this line.

But I'll take the ball,
just the same.

You meet me in front of
the auction house in 20 minutes.

- How bad is it?
- They'll kill her.

These people, for this much money?

So what are you gonna do
to stop them?

I'm scum.
I get it.

But Natalie...

My ultimate con,
my final trick was gonna be

actually turning into the guy
that she fell in love with.

I'll give it all away
to save her life.

Will you help me?

This is how it goes.

Rookie stays outside with the girl.

Terney, take the con man inside,
verify the ball is real.

I'm not taking any more chances
with this clown.

- Why do I have to go inside?
- That's what you were just told.

Once we confirm
the ball is the real deal,

Laskey takes the girl,
puts a double tap in her head.

Questions?

Boss.

She doesn't know anything.
Why don't we just let her go?

Do I look like I'm taking suggestions
from rookies?

No, sir.

The ball?

The girl.

I wanna talk to Natalie.

You're going inside first.

One thing you can trust about a thief
is he'll always be a thief.

I'm so sorry.

Call me
when there's money and bodies.

You were right, Carter.

They would never let her go.

Make it look good.

Remember,

the aim shouldn't be to hurt him,
just incapacitate him a little.

Also, watch your knuckles.

I've punched a lot of guys.

So have I.

Let's get you to safety.

We've been through this already,
it's real.

I'd be standing here if it wasn't?

We'll see.

I'll know in a minute.

I need a microscope to know for sure,

but the texture appears accurate.

There is, however, a problem.

What?

See this?
Babe Ruth's signature?

What about it?

It's in felt-tip pen.

Those didn't exist
when Babe Ruth was alive.

This ball

is a fake.

You give us a fake?
You wanna die?

I swear, that is the real ball.

The real ball costs $4 million.

The fake is just gonna
cost you a bullet, con man.

Why would I lie?

You have to believe me.
We can figure this out.

Where is the real ball?

So where's the real ball?

I have no idea.

I thought this was the real ball.

Forget that.
Where's Natalie?

I put her in a cab,
told her to go somewhere safe.

This is Natalie.

Nat, where are you?

- Are you okay?
- Oh, I'm better than okay.

You see, that antique dealer...

Sven was his name...

he may have been your big score,

but you were my big whale,

from the moment I met you.

You played me?

Why steal millions from criminals
when you can date the thief

and take it off him?

Keep the change.

Things did get a little hairy
with those corrupt cops,

but you always did know
how to show a girl a good time.

Where will you go?

Go find an airport,
maybe just pick a destination.

Isn't that the dream come true?

You know, I really did love you.

If you love something,

set it free.

I'm ruined.

Maybe it's time you went
on the straight and narrow.

You'll live longer.

I hear hypnotherapists
are in pretty high demand these days.

I do have
a thriving practice to rebuild.

I'm gonna need a new office
with a few less bullet holes.

My advice?

Rebuild in another city.

Detective Terney,

I can't help but notice
you're not carrying a ball.

The ball the con man brought
was a fake.

The guy with the suit showed up,
rolled Laskey and our guys,

and then got away
with the con man and his girl.

Do you have any idea
what's at stake here?

You go find that screw-up Laskey

and you scour this city
until you find that ball.

I'm not the rookie.

Don't talk to me like one.

If you don't find that ball,

then it's gonna be a $4 million funeral
for the both of you.

Now go.

I was just turning out
the lights for the evening,

Ms. Groves, and I remembered that

I had promised to bring you
some new reading material.

A peace offering, Harold?

Is that what you've brought?

If you could just see things my way,
and not consider this...

Imprisonment?

Is there any other way
to consider it?

This truly is for your own good.

I mean that when I say it.

This relationship that you've developed
with the machine, it can't be...

I worry about you.

You've misunderstood the situation.

You shouldn't worry about me.

I'm worried about you, Harold.

You can't stop what's coming,
and neither can I.

But we have the opportunity

to understand things
when they finally change.

The future is coming.

You started it...

and I'll finish it.

You missed me.
Leave a message.

Laskey, I'm outside your place.

We have a lot of work to do.
Come on.

I stuck to the guy like glue.

This is everyone Simmons met with.

Thanks, kid.

You did all right.

But you should know,
it'll get harder out there.

After these last few days,
things are gonna heat up.

So you need to be prepared.

When I got involved with HR,

I thought it was about loyalty.

I was wrong.

It's about murder and greed.

Ain't that cozy.

I should've known
she'd turn you, rookie.

The first time I saw you,
I knew you were weak.

So let me tell you
how the world works now, kid.

We kill her

or they kill us.

That decision is gonna
be your last, Terney.

That much blood,

and you'll be dead in a minute,
maybe two.

Make 'em count.

Who do you and Simmons report to?

Who calls the shots?

Is the answer in these pictures?

Last chance, Terney!
Be a cop!