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We 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.

What do we have here, boys?

Looks like a suicide jumper.

ID in his pocket says his name's
Abel Mindler.

Driver's dead.

Like I give a damn. Where's my truck?

John, any luck discovering
who's trying to kill our short-order cook?

Yeah. All kinds of luck.

Get down!

Wendell Majoki?

Maybe next time,
don't sleep with your landlord's wife.

Have a nice day. Here.

- What the hell?
- We just stopped a homicide.

Congratulations?

- Just about done here, Harold.
- We have a new number.

I'm sending you the details now.

I hope it's better than this one.

My hero.

And are personal calls allowed?

No, they are not.

Are there lots of temps who want this job
if you don't?

Why, yes, there are.

Do I understand?

Yes, I do.

Welcome to Witherton.

I'm spending my day off doing this?

That sound is my soul dying, Harold.

Walter Dang appreciates
your metaphysical sacrifice.

Maybe his number came up because
he'd rather be dead than penned up like veal.

Unlikely. Mr. Dang has worked
for Witherton Insurance for six years.

A steady job, no drug or alcohol problems,
not so much as a speeding ticket.

Our colleague, John,
is trying to find out more.

Harold, is there a problem?

Well, not at all. I'm calling you on a
satellite phone and not our mesh network.

As long as we don't use certain words,
it's safe.

You mean, like...

...Samaritan.

Yes, like that one.

Ugh, crap.

Let me help you.

You are Walter, right?

Hi.

Sameen. I'm new.

Hi, Sameen. I'm Walter.

But you already said that.

Okay. Um, these are the new applications
for term life.

Oh.

Nobody has called or texted this guy
in four days?

What, no friends, no family?

And yet,
someone may care enough to kill him.

Elena.

I'm very sorry about your brother.

Thank you, Walter.

- Her name is Elena Mindler.
- I wish I could help.

I heard the gossip at orientation.
Her brother, Abel...

...killed himself a few days ago.

And it still bothers me
that he didn't write me a note.

Well, I'm working on that.

Working on what?

Working on what?

- Nothing. Never mind.
- No.

- That's weird.
- I'm sorry.

Indeed.

What's he doing now?

Well, it looks like he's trying
to repair a cell phone.

He just took the SIM card
and put it in a new burner.

Let's see where that SIM card came from.

Okay.

Let's see what's on that baby.

Wait, hang on.

He's leaving.

- I'm on it.
- No, Sameen.

John is downstairs.

- You're needed elsewhere.
- Oh?

Okay, he's all the way up to the 150s.

- Does anyone know where he's going?
- Nope.

How about you, Harold?

Harold?

Hi.

Where are you exactly?

Sorry. Professor Whistler is at a conference.

My department head insisted.

I have to present a paper tomorrow
to 500 bitter academics.

Mm-hm? Boston?

Atlanta?

Hong Kong. Sixteen hours in coach.

Sameen, can I depend on you
to handle any technological issues...

...that the new number presents?

No problem. I can do nerd.

Are you eating something near my computer?

Maybe.

Just don't spill anything.

Good luck.

Walter's at a sketchy hotel
in Washington Heights.

Texting you the address.

Maybe he's got a drug problem
we don't know about.

Could be something worse.

Walter's co-worker, Elena,
her brother, Abel, committed suicide...

- Yeah.
- ...by jumping off of a fire escape at that hotel.

What the hell is Walter up to?

- Right now, he's checking out the fire escape.
- What for?

Maybe to hide evidence.

He's got a gun, Shaw.

Well, that's illegal. Unregistered.

Are we sure Abel Mindler's death
was a suicide?

- Here you go, professor.
- Professor Whistler. Harold Whistler.

Beth Bridges. Hello.

- I've been eager to meet you.
- Oh?

You're presenting the paper
on precautionary principles...

...in neuro-evolutionary
decision-making systems.

Why, yes.

Every single conclusion you draw
is completely and utterly wrong.

You couldn't have written a paper
that annoyed me more if you tried.

"Ethics requires that we proceed slowly
in predictive analytics."

What about innovation?

Oh, you're a pro-actionist.

Precautionary principles, Professor Bridges...

Professor? Please. I work for a living.

Ms. Bridges, precautionary principles
create the only possible framework...

...when you consider the implications
of neuro-evolutionary technologies.

Well, people have a right to science.

And a right to responsible scientists.

I knew I was going to enjoy Hong Kong.

Hey, Reese, I've been looking
at these police reports that Fusco sent over.

It's possible that suicide wasn't.

I was afraid you'd say that.

Abel Mindler, truck driver, local company.

Got laid off a year back and lost everything.

- But people have offed themselves for less.
- Well, that's what everyone assumed.

Elena even said her brother was depressed,
but here's the thing.

According to the report,
one hotel guest...

...said that she heard loud male voices
before Abel went all flying squirrel.

And nobody followed it up?

The woman admitted she was drunk
and the cops didn't believe her.

It's still possible Abel Mindler
didn't die voluntarily.

Well, whatever happened,
Walter definitely knows something.

That SIM card he put in the burner phone
belongs to Abel.

Any idea why Walter's got
the dead guy's SIM card?

Nope. I've gone through everything
in that card.

There's not one text or call
between him and Walter.

Oh, but some guy named, uh,
Banks Van Hess did text Abel.

- A lot.
- About what a stupid name Banks is?

Close. About an important delivery.

Which makes sense
because Van Hess is a supervisor...

...at the Port Authority at a local airport.

Funny thing.

Walter just arrived at an airport now.

- You got eyes on him?
- Yeah.

Sort of.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Detective Jack Forge, Special Task Force.

Detective?

Gotta talk to your Port Authority supervisor,
Van Hess, but the door's locked.

- Okay. I gotta call it in.
- Whoa.

You could do that, son,
but you might just blow my case.

What case?

Homicide.

All right.

He's gotta be kidding.

Well, what do you know, Reese?

I guess you're not the only one
pretending to be a cop.

Mr. Van Hess.

Mr. Van Hess?

Banks Van Hess.

No. Please.

Please, don't.

Unh!

I don't know where it is. I swear.

I don't know where he dumped it.

Hey, Banks.

I finally believe you.

Problem?

Sounds like it.

Mr. Van Hess?

Detective Jack Forge. Nobody move.

Oh, my God.

- Aah!
- Hey.

Sorry. We're in a hurry.

Thanks for rolling on this one, Fusco.

Breakfast is on you.
Hey, you get a look at these guys?

Killers were pros, all in masks.

Damn near burned down the building,
destroyed every file.

Covering something up.

And Walter?

I'm keeping his name out of this
until we learn more.

Like why he's faking being a cop?

I think our detective
is investigating something.

Something like Abel's death?

I'll let you know.

Riley, Joint Task Force.

Detective?

Sorry about that, you know,
bonk on the head there.

So you and I are working
the same case, detective?

Uh...

Forge. Jack Forge. I...

Yes, you and I are...

This murder ties into a case
I'm investigating.

Well, I should be going.

Well, I sure could use your help, Forge.

Maybe we could, uh...

...you know, compare notes?

Yeah.

I started out trying
to find Abel's suicide note.

His sister wanted my help.

Jack Forge does not like to let a lady down.

Well, of course not.
But you found something else instead?

Yeah. On Abel's phone.

- Hey, Fusco.
- Lionel, I need to speak...

Forge. Detective Forge.

My partner tells me
you see a link between...

...my homicide and some suicide
you're working?

Yeah. Abel Mindler.

He was a truck driver,
and Van Hess worked at the Port Authority...

...handling all incoming shipping, so...

- So you're thinking smuggling, right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And I called Abel's old trucking company.
One truck is missing.

Now Van Hess is dead.

What if Abel wasn't a suicide?

Jack Forge does not believe in coincidence.

Hold on. That's the victim's phone.

- Yeah.
- Where's the tag?

Evidence tag.

The tag fell off.

Yeah, Lionel, it fell off.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Excuse us.

Could you take it easy on the guy?

- The guy isn't a cop.
- I know.

But he thinks he's working a case,
and he's gonna get himself killed.

So play nice.

What?

Hey, sexy.

Oh, come on, big man.

You've got to eat.

Harold. Bear's gone all Belgian supermodel
on me and he won't eat.

- What's wrong?
- I think he misses you.

Okay, put him on.

Who's a good boy?

You are, Bear.

Now, eat your breakfast.

Okay?

Oh, uh, one more thing.
That guy Abel Mindler's phone...

...the maybe-not-suicide
I was telling you about.

Can I recover the deleted texts?

Well, not from the SIM card
if it's damaged the way you say it is.

Try the cloud.

- The cloud?
- Tweets, Friendczar pages, Angler messages.

They never go away. We have finally
achieved immortality, Sameen.

Even when our bodies die,
our personal data lives on...

...in cyberspace forever,
whether you like it or not.

I have to go.

Well, where were we?

Oh, yes, I was about to reveal to you
your misunderstanding of deep learning.

I built my company
on my misunderstanding of deep learning.

You're a sponsor of the conference.
You must be doing well.

I will be
if I can get this angel investor interested.

Look at the time.
Perhaps we should head back to the hotel.

If you admit I won the argument.

Are you really as suspicious
of artificial neural nets as you pretend?

- I trust people more than machines, that's all.
- That's an odd thing for a scientist to say.

I'm not a scientist.

- I'm an economist.
- Liar.

Favorite equation?
Come on, I know you have one.

- Pythagorean identity.
- Okay.

- I knew you'd disagree. What's yours?
- Euler's identity.

- It's so beautiful.
- Beautiful?

Yeah. At first,
you don't realize the implications.

And then it hits you.

It's the five most important constants.

E, I, one, zero...

And pi.

Yeah. All linked together.

It's like the secrets of the cosmos
distilled into a...

...a...

...sonnet.

Perhaps you're right, after all.

Why, Harold.

- Money. Give that.
- Hey!

Hey. Please. Here.

Just take it.

Oh, my God.

Elena, it's Abel. I think I'm in trouble.

Call me.

Hi, Walter.

Hello, how are you? You're beautiful.

Way to go, Walter.

Van Hess,
it's Abel. What the hell am I moving?

This box says "HE rounds."

Call me. I'm opening the other crates.

Crap.

- Yeah?
- Reese...

...I know what Abel and Van Hess
were smuggling.

Guns that use high-explosive rounds.

Into New York?

- Walter's at work. I'm on my way now.
- Yeah, me too.

- Hello?
- Detective Forge, we need to talk.

Hello, Walter.

Hey!

Shut up. Get in.

What the hell?

Hi, Walter.

Down, Walter.

- What's that?
- A gun. A big one. Let's go.

Oh, my God.

Run. They're trying to kill me, not you.

- This reminds me of Kabul.
- On a bad day.

Who the hell are these people?

No, the question is, who are you?

Because you sure as hell aren't a cop.

Heh. Oops.

Let's go.

Where are we?

Somewhere we can't be watched.

- What?
- You're like a freaking superhero.

No, I'm not.

Yeah, you are.

Nice.

Lionel, you are so lucky.

Now we know what Van Hess
and Abel Mindler smuggled in.

Question is how many?

What is it?

- Barrett XM109.
- Barrett XM109.

State-of-the-art next-generation weapon.

- Stop it.
- HE rounds.

High explosive,
used only in anti-materiel weapons.

Shreds a bulletproof vest like paper.

Bulletproof limo too.

A weapon like this
could wreak havoc on the city.

How do you do that with your voice?

Do what?

- Nothing.
- All right, so who's our big bad, huh?

The guy who hired Abel and Van Hess
and killed them.

The man who called you on Abel's phone,
could you tell anything about him?

- Yeah, he was really, really scary.
- Wow. Good detective work.

You must know something.

Walter, those men,
they tried to abduct you, not kill you.

Yeah, well, it felt pretty kill-y to me, okay?

I'm sorry, guys, I don't know anything.

I'll trace the calls Walter got.

I'm taking this back to the 8th.

So, what are we doing?

This sucks.

- No offense.
- It's for your safety. Come on.

Hey, hey, a police scanner.

This is the new kind, right?

You know, I used to listen to these
scanners every night. It'd help me fall asleep.

A couple years ago, there was this... I don't
know, this vigilante, I guess you'd call him.

He protected people.

Yeah, drove the cops nuts, though.

They called him the man in...

...the suit.

I'm gonna lock this door. Don't worry.

By the way, your girlfriend is amazing.

Sameen. Not my girlfriend.

Wait, why not?

- That son of a bitch took my laptop.
- I'm so sorry.

- I'm calling the police.
- Oh, please don't do that.

You see, that man took my passport.

- Identification.
- We can go to the consulate tomorrow.

I'd prefer not to involve the police.
You see, I have a visa problem.

The HKP won't care, I promise.

Ms. Bridges. Beth.

Please don't call the police.

- All right.
- Besides, maybe they're just not needed.

I know where that man works
when he's not mugging people.

- How?
- There was a placard on his motorbike.

Here, I can draw you the characters.

God, you have a good eye.

Apparently, stress improves memory.

Okay, sure.

It means "Curry Leaves."

It's a restaurant.

Motorbike was a delivery guy.

Let's go.

You realize this is insane.

We better hurry.

Got Walter secured. You good?

Good? I'm herniated.

This super gun is super heavy.

No luck tracing those calls to Walter.

Whoever it is really knows their stuff.

They bounced that call
before it got to our boy.

- And?
- Worse news.

I found another deleted text
from Abel the truck driver.

That gun we recovered?

It's a prototype.

Abel and Van Hess
brought in 20 crates last week.

That's 100 of those guns.

And we've got no idea who's got them.

- How you doing?
- How's it going?

Detective Fusco. I needed to check this in.

No problem, detective.

I need you to sign here and here.

Hello there. You must be Walter.

Nate Elliot, FBI. It's good to meet you.

Detective Riley seems to think...

...that you might be able to help us
with this gun smuggling case.

Well, I'm always happy to help the law.

Okay. Let's go.

Walter?

- Gun. Everyone down.
- Get down, get down!

- John?
- Sorry, detective, he's coming with us.

Everyone back.

- John.
- Drop your weapon.

John.

Agh!

- Are you all right?
- What the hell is going on?

Elias. Come on.

Elias sending his men.
He looking to start a war?

Are you sure you're all right?

My mother always said I had a hard head.

- Don't worry, I'll get Walter to the safe house.
- Meet you there. I have to see an old friend.

Tell me where Elias is.

I'm texting you an address.

Come alone.

There's no need for that, sir.

Mr. Elias is expecting you.

This way.

Hello, John.

See anything you like?

Grand theft...

...assaulting a police officer,
attempted kidnapping?

Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't take you out right now.

I'll give you three.

All pointed at your head.

Let's take a walk, shall we?

I have to tell you, I'm disappointed, John.
As a friend.

You seem to forget who I am.

A man with business interests.

Like guns?

No. No, no, no.

This establishment
belongs to my friend, Ricardo.

Personally, I don't care much
for the illegal gun trade.

But someone has to keep it under control.

Otherwise, this city turns into Chicago.

Chicago's a mess.
It's like a damn Tarantino movie out there.

You and I have a problem.
You tried to grab up my witness.

- Twice.
- No, just once, at the precinct.

The other attempt was the Armorer.

- The Armorer?
- He's not important.

What's important is that I speak
with your witness.

You seem to forget who I am.

Now, you tell me about this Armorer.

He's a weapons man from Chicago.

He brought in 100 of these next-gen guns
by leveraging a Port Authority supervisor.

- Banks Van Hess.
- Yeah.

He hired a driver by the name
of Abel Mindler to transport them.

Yes. But Abel Mindler was an honest man.

And once he realized what he was carrying,
he dumped the truck with the guns.

The truck.

The truck. It's still missing.

Those weapons
are still out there somewhere.

Which is why the Armorer sent men to have
a chat with Abel Mindler, but it went awry.

Abel had a nasty fall trying to escape them.

It's hard to find good help these days.

But now your man knows
where the truck is, John.

It's gotta be why the Armorer is after him.

And it's why you're gonna bring
Walter Dang to me.

That's not gonna happen.

He should have come out to deliver by now.

Maybe they're backed up.

I realize why you disagree with my work,
by the way.

- Oh?
- You don't feel the end justifies the means.

I don't know.

I know what it means
to build something troubling...

...because in the end, it might help people.

And I know what it means to regret it,
so I suppose you could say, it depends.

Are you having second thoughts
about what we're doing here?

Excuse me.

Where are our things?

There.

We should run.

So where's this safe house?

It's close. John's on his way.

So listen, let me ask you a question.
How long have you been working with him?

My partner? Couple months.

No, I don't mean Detective Riley.
I mean John.

I mean, you know, secret identity.

A few years, right? Right here in New York?
I wanted to ask you about that.

Yeah, Fusco.

I know why people are after Walter.

It's not what he knows, it's what he has.

- Abel's phone.
- The phone.

What phone?

Abel ditched the truck with the guns, but his
phone kept a record of the GPS coordinates.

Walter, you've basically got a treasure map
in your pocket.

- Come on, we need to get you inside.
- You move and we take your boy apart.

The phone. Where's Mindler's phone?

Move an inch, I'll blow your head off.

John!

Come on.

I think it missed a major blood vessel, Shaw.

But your deltoid is gonna hurt like hell.

Damn, why couldn't Finch
be here playing games?

He's not, so wanna tell me where I'm going?

The bad guys got the phone,
they'll use it to find the guns.

And when they do,
Walter will be one dead fake cop.

- Ow.
- Baby.

Okay, the Armorer has the phone...

...but we have the backup
of his cell phone GPS coordinates.

I'm sending you there now.

Keep going north.

They're all here, boss. All 20 cases.

Yeah, it's me. We're in business.

We have the guns.

That means I don't need you anymore.

Do it.

No. No, no, no.

Drop your weapons.

Gentlemen.

Crap.

Finish it.

No!

God.

- It's about time you showed up.
- You're welcome.

John. Aah!

I got you shot. I let you down.

I'm sorry.

Here. You did good.

Nice try.

So you were the Armorer.

It's a pleasure.

Those guns would've changed
the balance of power in my city.

Did you think I'd let that happen?

He's smarter than you, old man.

You're not the one behind this.

Well, that's good. That's good.

Tell me who it is.

You tell me now, I'll put you on a helicopter
and save your life. You get to live.

Screw you.

- Sorry.
- No, that's all right. I know who it is.

Am I gonna die?

You got shot in the arm, not the head.

Agh!

That was so awesome. Ow!

What happened?

- Don't say it. No, don't say it.
- It...

It's just a scratch.

So, Mr. Dang, on behalf of the N.Y.P.D...

...I would like to thank you for helping us
take down a dangerous gun smuggler.

Wow.

Just a second. I need to speak with you.

So, Walter...

...what you've seen with me
and my other friends...

Don't worry.
Nobody would believe me, anyway.

Hey, listen, that vigilante I heard about.

The man in the suit.

I didn't tell you the rest.

He disappeared a few months ago
and crime went up.

Violence. Killings.

The city needed somebody to keep up
the fight, so I figured, why not me?

But, you know, me kind of sucks.

So I invented Detective Forge.

All because the man in the suit went away.

But I was wrong, wasn't I?

He wasn't really gone at all.

Goodbye, Walter.

Hi.

I wanna talk to you about Abel.

Okay?

- Okay.
- Come on.

It's time we had a chat about your truck.

Elias.

Dominic.

You're a hard man to find.

Where are they?

Don't play, old man. You know why I came.

The guns are gone for good.

My friend at the N.Y.P.D. agreed
to personally supervise their destruction.

Your friend, John Riley?

- How many did you bring?
- Snipers, three.

Plus, the Barrett gun prototype
about a half-mile that way.

I kept that one for myself.

Guess I should be flattered.

Some underestimate you. I don't.

You created the Armorer.

A figurehead to take the fall for you
if the gun deal went bad.

Is that what I did?

This is the second time you've seen fit
to interfere with my business.

You should've stayed on the ground.

Years ago, back before the ice breakers...

...this water would freeze over
in winter sometimes, all the way across.

- It looked quiet, almost dead, but it wasn't.
- No?

No, no. Just hidden for a while.

But after its winter period,
it would roar back to life.

The water flowing so fast,
an unwary man could drown.

So spring time is here, is that it?

I have never interfered in your business,
Dominic, I have only conducted my own.

You'd do well to stay clear.

A man is not a river...

...and you are not a king.

Harold, what are you doing next month?

Why?

I have to be in New York.

Angel investor nonsense.

I thought maybe we could have a coffee.

I would like that.

Try not to get mugged until then.

You're sure you installed it in her computer?

Quite sure. What were you thinking?
Knocking me about like that?

You're being well-compensated.

You're well rid of that woman.
She's a bitch.

Don't call her that.

Our business is finished. Go.

- And have you enjoyed Hong Kong?
- Yes. The conference was interesting, thanks.

- Gave me a few thoughts on Phase One.
- Indeed.

I'll present them to you when we meet
in New York. Get your checkbook ready.

We're very eager to meet you.
See you in a month.

Morning, sir.

Just wanted to give you a quick report
on Asia.

The startup in Guangzhou
and the factory in Mumbai.

Oh, yes.

And the seed money
for the new company in Tokyo.

Elizabeth Bridges.

The Samaritan is becoming very interested
in her algorithms.

Why?

I have no idea.