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FINCH: 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'll never find us

but victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(ALARM BLARING)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

MAN: This is Agent Bouchard.

We have a suspect in custody,
but have not recovered the artifact.

I believe our thief is still at large.

Ah! Welcome back, Mr. Reese.

I see your time in Italy
was a sartorial success.

What can I say?
New suit, new man.

New number.
Welcome back.

I do wish we had time
for a homecoming,

but we just received one
about an hour ago.

Meet Kelli Lin. Born in Shanghai,
raised mostly abroad,

and recently immigrated to the U.S.
or so says her visa paperwork.

She naturalized as a citizen
six months ago.

- Is she a spy?
- FINCH: Certainly possible.

Right now, she's working
as a professional event planner.

Based on her international reputation,
she's quite good.

I found her resume online.
Impeccable references.

Easiest way to get close to an event
planner is to attend an event.

AWOL and air travel
and he hasn't missed a beat.

Ms. Lin has been hired to run
the new exhibit opening

at the Metropolitan Museum of History.

A bit of clever computer work

put Ms. Shaw
on the platinum guest list.

I'm a sucker for watered down booze
and a mini quiche.

As a donor who RSVP'd,
you'll be my plus one, Mr. Reese.

- Black tie optional.
- I'll steam my tux and oil my...

Finch, where's my spare weapon?

I moved it to the history section
a week ago.

Update your arsenal, John.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

It appears that the storm
has yet to pass, Mr. Reese.

Will you need an umbrella?

Only if it doubles
as a tactical weapon, Finch.

- I'll give this one to Ms. Shaw.
- I'll just make a dash for it.

Hand-sewn button holes,
including one on the lapel.

Impeccable craftsmanship.

I see that Gianni
has spared no detail.

Oh, I gotta raise my game up
if I'm gonna be seen with you, Finch.

It's just like a shoelace, Mr. Reese.

I find that it helps if you practice
on a leg or a collarless neck,

if you're out of practice.

I can field strip a .45
upside down in the dark, Finch.

- I think I can handle a bow tie.
- Of course.

Is it butterfly or batwing?

Never mind, take your time.
(DOOR OPENS)

Hate to interrupt
this mildly erotic moment, gents,

but the invitation advises us
not to be late.

What?

Well, I see you updated
your arsenal, Shaw.

Oh, I can work it.

Along with the .38
I've got in my handbag, so watch it.

Can we go now?

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(CROWD CHANTING)

REESE: Special exhibit, Finch?

A partnership
of museums around the world

loaned some of their most
significant cultural artifacts

to use in this one single exhibit.

Something like that
doesn't happen often.

(CROWD CHANTING)
Abomination! Misappropriation!

Sounds pretty aggressive out there.

They believe that cultural artifacts

belong to the cultures
they came from.

SHAW: Sounds like a bunch of hippies
and art nerds to me.

REESE: Still, they could be a threat to
Kelli. She is running the event.

Speak of the devil.

Kelli, what am I hearing?

I've got head of security on my ass

about coolers of dry ice
in the event space...

Yes, sir, I've heard that too.

I don't have a PO for those.
I think it was a shipping mistake.

MAN: I won't pay for the mistake.

I spoke to my suppliers.
The museum won't be charged a dime.

Plus, they've offered to upgrade
tonight's champagne selection

from yellow label to rose'.

Oh, well, I do enjoy a nice rose'.

(MAN GAGGING)

Oh, my.
Dear!

(MAN GAGGING)

Dear?

Finch,
there's no sign of danger in here,

not counting the shrimp puffs.

KELLI: That was an impressive move.

Saved me having
to get paramedics in here.

- Right place, right time.
- Do you know who he was?

Warren Zimm,
big-time investment banker.

Think,
that whole empire down the drain.

- From one cunning shellfish.
- Mm-hm.

You know,
you have a beautiful accent

and I have an ear for it.
But I can't place it.

Where are you from originally?

I spent a few years in Hong Kong.
Some international schooling.

Since then, I've picked up traces
from a little bit of everywhere.

Huh.

- Enjoy the rest of your evening.
- Oh, yes, thank you.

Kelli's good in this crowd.
Charming, casually evasive.

- Who'd wanna put a bull's eye on her?
- We don't know that anyone did, yet.

Wren, Harold.

Of course,
Harold Wren and guest.

Please keep these on tonight
to show you're all checked in.

Oh, my, he's gorgeous.

Fancy stuff, fancy guests.

A job like this could give Kelli
access to all of them.

And maybe all of their
dirty little secrets.

Mr. Reese,
do you know what this is?

It's the Nowell Codex.
It's over a thousand years old.

Yeah, that's beautiful,

but I think we should keep our eyes
on the prize in here,

don't you think?
(GUESTS GASPING)

KELLI: Everyone, everyone,
there seems to be a problem.

Please stay where you are
until the lights...

(EXPLOSIONS)

- Mr. Reese?
- I'm on it.

Excuse me. Pardon me.
Excuse me.

Finch, they're dry ice bombs

packed in airtight coolers
with water.

And the perfect smokescreen.

But who delivered them
to the museum?

It could be the protestors.

FINCH: I don't think so, Ms. Shaw.

I think someone's trying to make off
with the Cezanne.

GUARD: Hey! Stop!

(GRUNTING)

Got it, Finch.

- "Right place, right time."
- I guess we're both liars, huh?

Boys, you're not gonna believe this,
but I know who the thief is.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Sorry, Miss.
Crime scene.

Officer, I was just working
this event

when, boom, smoke, uh, chaos.

People were running, screaming.

I got swept out the door
without my bag. Sir, please...

Whoa, miss, it's 01:00.

What can I do
to make you stop talking?

Let me get my bag.

I promise, I won't touch anything

or bump into any of your NCCSI guys,
I swear.

I remember what table the staff
put their bags under.

FINCH: Let me know
if you find Kelli's.

I hope in the rush she forgot it,
after she grabbed that painting.

I'll do you one better, Finch.
I got her bag and her computer.

Of course she went for the Cezanne.
She has good taste.

I've been hunting her for INTERPOL
for over a year.

Female, 25 to 35 of Asian ethnicity.
I believe Chinese.

That's all anyone can say, really.

No one's ever gotten a good look
at her face.

I almost had her in Dubai
six months ago.

(CHUCKLES)

I came to New York following a
passport of hers.

Dead end, when I got this call.

She's hard to track.
She uses accomplices,

vagrants that she pays off
if they'll do a little jail time.

She kills them after, you see?

Tell your detectives to be ready.

Anywhere this woman goes,
bodies follow.

You hear that about decoys
and dead accomplices?

- Kelli's dangerous.
- The guard is still alive.

And we haven't seen her hurt
anyone seriously yet.

But if we received her number,
it could just be a matter of time.

I already looked.
Waste of time.

Everything on there supports
her cover as an event planner.

Um, shipping orders, receipts,
that kind of thing.

If she ditched it,
it's worthless.

Maybe it's not what's on the device,
but rather where it's been.

All portable devices
have GPS chips these days.

If we're trying to track her down,

it will likely be
some place she frequents.

There, down on Pearl Street.

FINCH: A bar called The Purloined Letter.
That's appropriate.

Let's go see
who Kelli meets for drinks.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Given our proximity
and the likelihood

that Kelli is in that bar,

I can use software to Bluejack
every phone line in the place.

- MAN: Dude, I'm telling you...
- No.

- MAN 2: Excuse me. Can I get a beer?
- No.

- MAN 3: But I just can't
get her out of my... - No.

- KELLI: I got the painting.
- Wait, I found her. It's definitely Kelli.

The guys I put you in touch with,
you got what you wanted, the ice?

It was where it needed to be.
I had to hurt a guard, Cyril.

He should've stayed out of the way.

Your Cezanne.
Satisfied?

Only if you are, milacku.

- We're done here.
- Hey.

I've been all around the world.
So have you.

But you're far from done.

My associates in Prague
are appreciative of all your work.

But this next job...

This next job is a masterpiece, Jiao.

You have everything to gain from it,
and just as much to lose.

Then I shouldn't waste any more time
talking to you.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

She used a key, Finch.

At least we know
she isn't robbing the place.

(DOG WHINING)

I think I've found Kelli's apartment.
Only one without a name.

In the bar, the man Kelli was meeting
called her "Jiao."

We know that Kelli Lin,
Event Planner, is a dead end.

Let's take a look into Jiao Lin.

It seems there are a number of sites

with data relating to a former
Olympic gymnast Jiao Lin,

who competed
for the Chinese national team.

She won a silver medal
at the 2000 Olympic Games.

China had a fine showing
in gymnastics that year.

You remember those games?

Sydney, wasn't it?
How old was she?

Barely a teenager.

She was later cut
from the Chinese roster

while practicing in the Czech
Republic for the World Championships.

No reasons given for her termination.

So, what happened that turned Kelli

from a world-class athlete
to a world-class criminal?

Perhaps we should do a little recon
in Kelli's apartment

when she steps away, Mr. Reese.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

I'm inside Kelli's apartment, Finch.
No sign of our girl.

Looks kind of like my place,
actually.

FINCH: Kelli's handler spoke of a last job,
Ms. Shaw.

If Kelli's likely to hurt someone,

we need to find out when
and where the job takes place

before it's too late.

If I were gonna hide plans
for my ultra-slick heist...

Kelli's got street maps
of the city here,

with an intersection marked.

I'm sending you some artwork.

It's a narrow side street,
several subway stops in the vicinity.

SHAW: It sounds to me like
a good chokepoint

with multiple escape routes.

I think we found the location
of Kelli's next job.

That's not all we found.

I've got research here.

Something about a Bible.
The Gutenberg Bible?

The Gutenberg Bible?

It's on a world tour.

It's leaving New York tomorrow
for Venice, Italy.

SHAW: It's in transit right now.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(GLASS CRACKLING)

Spike strip.

Finch, I think Kelli's about to do
something really violent.

(GUN COCKS)

You don't know what you're doing.

I guess I was in the right place
at the right time again.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I needed to stop them.
Now, it's too late.

(PHONE RINGS)

Answer it.

- Cyril.
- How did it go?

I didn't get it.

Excuse me. For a moment,
I thought you said you didn't get it.

I didn't get the Bible, Cyril.

But I still can.
I'll think of something.

Do you have any idea what's at stake?
How much money we're talking about?

My associates in Prague
don't take kindly

to people who welch on their debt.
Let me remind you.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Mommy, is that you?

It's me, Kai.
It's me, baby.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Did I just hear the word
"Mommy?"

Oh, we've made a terrible mistake.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

I don't know why you had to make it
so hard on yourself.

(DOOR OPENS)

Got a feisty one here, Finch.

You two play nice.

I'm just gonna sit over here
with my gun.

Ms. Lin,
you're not going to believe me

but I'm someone who helps people.

Like you helped my daughter.

I know a lot about you.
Your Olympic career...

You don't know anything.

I'd like to know more,
if you'd permit.

You don't seem to commit crimes
of your own volition.

But you also don't seem
to mind doing it either.

I'm guessing it's been a while,

if ever,
since you were desperate or hungry.

I hid the pregnancy
as long as I could.

When I started to show,
I knew it was all over.

Made my way to Europe.
No money, no skills.

Gymnastics wouldn't feed my baby.

I pawned my silver medal
for the medical care to give birth.

Then, I broke back into the same
pawn shop and stole a watch.

I stole to feed my newborn.

I didn't know
it was a front for criminals.

And they tracked you down?

They wanted me to pay my debt.

And I guess they had an opening
on their team for a thief.

You could've said "no."

They took Kai from me.
I didn't have a choice.

They promised to send her
just as soon as the work was done.

And what about the people you killed?

What are you talking about?

There's an INTERPOL agent
close on your trail.

He seems to think that you've left
behind quite a body count.

Cyril.
It had to have been him.

He hires those people:
the decoys, vagrants.

He must take care of them
after I finish a job and leave town.

He's a monster.

I didn't know anyone had been hurt.
I swear.

And the Bible was the last thing
you needed to get for them?

It's too late.

I had to grab it in transit.
It's protected now.

Outfit called
Symmetric Security Solutions.

Cyril and his partners
aren't patient men

and I don't know
what they'll do to Kai.

Symmetric Security is based
in the UK,

but they have
a corporate office here.

That's where they took it.
Are you sure?

I'm sure.
It's downtown.

I've seen it.
The building's a fortress.

- Finch, what are you doing?
- Just a little research.

Seeing how accessible
Symmetric's building is.

Have you considered the option
that we could go rescue the girl?

Kai is halfway around the world,
Ms. Shaw.

- How long would that take?
- A while, but...

And what if she doesn't have a while?

I think we have only one option here.
We need to get the Bible ourselves.

Fine.
I'll cut the thief loose.

I already cut myself loose.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

REESE: Okay,
Symmetric Security Solutions.

We need to know who designed
the building and their offices.

We'll need someone
to help secure architectural designs,

steal them if we have to,
then develop our operation...

Or just call someone from the NYPD
with friends in security,

who can get you
those kinds of things.

Yeah, that's right.
I know people.

Hey, this is a nice place.

FINCH: Symmetric Security's offices
occupy the top five floors

of a 70-story tower
in the Financial District.

At precisely 1800 hours,
business operations cease,

whereupon all stair
and elevator traffic is locked out,

leaving a lone service elevator
in the secured parking garage

as the only way
to get to the upper floors.

From the inside.

This is not your average
security company.

When it comes to thieves,
their motto is "Deter or eliminate."

The Symmetric floor is protected
by armed guards

and panoramic-hemisphere cameras
with 360 degree coverage.

The Bible will be held
on the 70th floor,

in one of six secure rooms,
where they keep high-value items.

Sadly, there's no way to know
which room they'll hold our item.

Whatever the room,

it's certain to be guarded
by a biometric fingerprint scan,

which can detect the prints
on all five fingertips.

And also the user's body heat.

Inside the rooms,
there are IR motion sensors

and an eight-foot tall cage,
alarmed and electrified

that surrounds the object.

The cages themselves
have perimeter sensors

that can detect movement
within 20 feet.

(SIGHS)

- Just your average walk in the park.
- They're the best in the business.

Whoever's running this company
is on top of their game.

And, no doubt,
love their reputation.

I think it's time I met
with someone at Symmetric.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(BOUCHARD SPEAKING FRENCH)

Okay.
This is Agent Bouchard.

This is Detective Lionel Fusco of the
NYPD down here at the 8th Precinct.

I was in the village
running down a lead

on some stolen property
for a larceny case.

I saw someone
who matched the description

of an INTERPOL notice you have up.

Chinese woman, late 20s, early 30s.

You hunting down a thief
or something?

I am, Detective.
What do you need from me?

Well, you know,
I'm stretched a little thin.

But if you wanted,
you could go sit on the apartment.

If you get anything juicy,
you could slip it back to me here.

Uh, yes. Merci.
What is the address?

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(SIREN BLARES)

Got a report of a stolen car
in the area.

Description matches this one.

That's impossible.

This car belongs
to the security company I work for.

I'm the supervisor.

Here, check it out.

Based on the prints I'm getting,

I can tell this guy
doesn't wash his hands very much.

That's informative, Detective.

I'll have a nice set of latent prints
in a few.

REESE: Not bad, Lionel.

Finch, you find anything else
about Cyril

or the Czechs holding the girl?

Speculation, mostly.
This syndicate covers their tracks.

Based on theft records
and news articles,

I believe they're part
of an extortion scheme

that targets culturally
significant artifacts,

and forces Kelli to steal them.

Then, they sell them to the
highest bidder or back to the owner.

That's a guaranteed market.

The Saudi royal family
is no doubt interested

in a jeweled dagger
belonging to an ancestor.

And the administration of the Louvre
might pay handsomely under the table

to recover an artwork
stolen from them in the first place.

Do we think we can trust her?
Kelli? To pull off this last job?

FINCH: I hear you, Mr. Reese,

but we don't have
another alternative.

And just because
we didn't receive Kai's number,

doesn't mean
we can't protect her too.

If our plan is to get the book
and save the girl,

what happens if the Czechs pull out
on their end of things?

Working on that, Mr. Reese.

(GRUNTING)

Pardon.

I finally found you.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Who are you?

We both know exactly
who each other are.

You were good,
I'll give you that.

They laughed at me when I told them
who I was after, at INTERPOL.

I've bagged so many thieves
in so many countries.

But you,
I thought I'd chase you forever.

- You can't prove anything.
- And yet, here we are.

Trust me,
whatever you cook up next,

I'll be right behind you
with a SWAT team

and a set of shackles.

Hook, line and sinker.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGS)

This is Supervisor Farrow.

What can I do for you,
Agent Bouchard?

I have reason to believe
an attempt will be made

on an item at your location.

A very old book, a Bible.
You have to believe me.

Your credentials
have been authenticated.

It's the only reason we're talking.
What do you think we should do?

Take the threat very, very seriously.

FARROW: We'll initiate
default security measure 202,

which automatically moves an object
to the central room

of our secure floor
for safer keeping.

REESE: Jackpot, Finch.

You can tell everyone we have
an exact location for the Bible now.

Then, it's time to go to work.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

FINCH: Everything's in place,
Mr. Reese.

- We just need our man on the inside.
- REESE: I'm on it.

MAN: Let's just say I've worked
in high-level security

for the past 15 years.

Do you know
what a KN-2 krytron switch tube is?

For argument's sake,
let's say that I don't.

But the United States Government
requires me to say

that transportation of any contraband
or illegal substance...

Drop the fine print, pal.

From what I hear, there hasn't been
a transport invented

that your company,
Symmetric Security, cannot handle,

especially when money is no object.

A krytron is a cold cathode gas tube,

commonly used in triggers
on nuclear weapons.

And if our company
never looks inside the transport,

we're never made aware
of any illegal activity.

Why don't I buy us another drink?

(TYPING)

Okay, let's make it just
a little warmer around there.

Your case will be safer here
than Fort Knox, Mr. Wiley.

Mr. Zappo, it's after hours.

And I'm a property resource manager

with a high-value client
standing beside me.

So, you'll stand aside.

Well, you'll need to sign in.

Do you really have nuclear triggers
in that briefcase?

(No.
GRUNTS)

I'm in, Finch.

(ALARM BLARING)

(GRUNTING)

Can someone kill those alarms?

Reset the alarms.

And someone call the NYPD
to come and collect our friend.

FINCH: Ms. Shaw,
I believe that's your cue.

FINCH: You have 45 seconds
until the alarms reset.

Garage, there's a 5-0 at the gate.
Here for the prisoner.

He said he was in the area.

(SIREN CHIRPS)

- This the guy?
- He's all yours.

- They fell for it.
- Where to next?

Take me to JFK,
private charter terminal.

I should start charging fares.

FINCH: Don't forget to give each finger
a good lick before you scan them.

Excuse me?

Saliva will simulate sweat,
fake out the body heat feature.

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

FINCH: Ms. Shaw, I created a three-minute
surveillance loop on the camera feed.

The rest is up to you.

KELLI: Your guy is sure his computer trick
killed the motion sensors?

Yeah, something about turning up
ambient air temperature

to match our skin temperatures.

Let's hope he's right.

Well, he's always right.
Damn, it's hot in here.

Agent Bouchard,
I see you took me up on the offer.

Thank you for letting me check in.

Would it be possible for me
to actually see the Bible?

No need. We already had someone
make a run at the book tonight.

- Did you arrest her?
- It was a guy, a big guy.

The thief INTERPOL is after
is a woman, I'm sure of it.

A woman who uses male decoys.

Look, Frenchie, we handled it.

I promise.
Everything's under control.

(GRUNTING)

- My hands are sweating.
- Well, make them stop.

Farrow, have you been up on the 70th
since we nailed that guy?

What? No, I've been here
with you the entire time since.

Well, the computer's saying

your fingerprints were used
three minutes ago

to open a secure room up there.

All security teams,
converge on the 70th floor.

This is not a drill!
Let's go!

(GRUNTING)
(ELECTRICAL FIZZLING)

BOUCHARD: We're too late.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(BOUCHARD SPEAKING FRENCH)

I liaised with the NYPD.

They're using every able resource
to track.

Yes, sir. Oui.
I'll be on a plane tonight.

Hang up the phone
and get in the car.

We didn't steal the Bible,
Agent Bouchard.

We merely borrowed it, a bit.

Services rendered.
No more jobs.

Did you hear me, Cyril?
I'm out.

My debt is paid to you
and your Prague friends.

I want my daughter.

I'm done with this life
and I'm done with you.

CYRIL: You've brought us millions
over the years, Jiao.

Tens of millions.

Why end such a good thing?

You see, you stop working for us
when I say you do.

And if you ever try to run on me,

I'll get my money's worth,
out of you or out of your daughter.

Don't you touch her.

CYRIL: Kai? She's in a luxury spa
compared to where I could send her.

You want to know?

Do what you must, but I thought
you should hear the truth.

(PHONE DIALING)

This is Agent Bouchard,
INTERPOL Special Crimes Directorate.

I need to speak
with my NYPD liaison.

- How about a little reminder?
- Can you just let her be, Cyril?

You have to realize, you're property,
and your daughter's property.

And you will be, as long as...

(GUNFIRE ON PHONE)

What the hell is going on?

(GRUNTING)

Slight change of plans, Cyril.

Kai, I'm a friend of your mother's.

I'm here to take you home.
You're safe now.

- Who was that in the video?
- A friend.

I wanted to kill you a long time ago.
But they said you were too useful.

Not anymore! Ah!
(GUNFIRE)

NYPD!
Down on the ground!

- Get your hands up.
- Hey, officer, I got this one.

I used to hate those colors.
Usually meant I needed to run.

- Well, Kelli can't run anymore.
- What do you think happens next?

Mr. Reese will be bringing Kai
back safely to the US,

and a very wealthy alias of mine
is sponsoring her citizenship

to help speed things along.

- And Kelli?
- Kelli broke the law, repeatedly.

And to end this situation,
we had to bring in Agent Bouchard.

So for better or worse,
her fate is in his hands now.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

FUSCO: You got five minutes.

Unfortunately,
since you are a legal US citizen,

I can't do what I really want
and extradite you back to Europe.

And there is so much I have you on.

Forty counts of art
and antiquities theft

and illicit trafficking
in 20 countries.

I could put you away for a lifetime
on half the continents in the world,

regardless of the duress
you were under at the time.

I'm a hero with INTERPOL now.

I recovered the Bible

and took down a cell
of Czech extortionists in Prague.

I don't know how I did that,
but I'll take credit.

(LAUGHS)

I couldn't do anything wrong now
if I tried.

I always thought it was a shame.

- My life of crime?
- No.

Your life before that.

I always thought
you deserved the gold.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Please, thank your friends
for helping to get Kai to safety.

You're both safe,

now that Cyril and his thugs
ended up in jail

or the Emergency Room.

I wonder if I'll make it
in the real world.

The only thing I was good at
was gymnastics and stealing.

The only thing I was good at
was killing people,

but I'm working on it.

How about you just try
being a mom?

- Oh, my... Kai!
- Mommy!

Oh, my God, my baby.

I missed you so much.
How are you? Are you okay?

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

We're gonna go home.
Yes, we are.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

How about Fort Knox?
You think we could take Fort Knox?

You thinking about
doing this professionally, Lionel?

- You never know.
- I don't know, Detective.

Gold is difficult to move efficiently

and not worth its weight
in untrustworthy markets.

Now, diamonds...

All I'm saying is,
we all make a pretty good team.

There's one team-mate missing.

How about the Crown Jewels?

(CHUCKLES)

(English US - SDH)