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.
We're up against a group of corrupt cops.
They steal their drugs, cash, and kill all the witnesses.
Stills is Narcotics.
I know damn well what happened to Detective Stills.
So does Detective Fusco. I'll tell you everything you wanna know.
Our new number is receiving an award today, Finch.
Three decades of teaching and critical research.
Chief of cardiac surgery.
A leader in the field of heart transplants.
A pioneer in off-pump bypass cardiovascular surgery.
He has held the hearts and lives of hundreds of patients in his hands.
And today we are proud to bestow upon Dr. Richard Nelson...
...the title of professor emeritus.
Sounds like our latest number has a brain almost as big as yours.
If only mine were attached to a surgeon's hands.
Doctor, scientist, teacher.
Admired by his peers.
Seems unlikely he's a perpetrator.
Which makes me wonder if his killer could be in this crowd.
Uh, heh.
Thank you, Dr. Matteo, for those kind words.
You left out "scratch golfer."
Uh...
I think it was Plato that said, "Knowledge is the food of the soul."
In these trying times, we should heed the words of Plato:
"He who commits injustice...
...is ever made more wretched than he who suffers it."
This injustice...
...will never diminish the life and actions of a good man...
...my godson, Calvin Beecher...
...brave to the end.
May he rest in peace.
Present arms. Ready.
Fire!
Thank you.
Thank you very much. Thank you for coming.
Thank you.
Oh.
So, what's next, Dr. Nelson? Do I need a new cardiologist?
Brandon, what are you doing here?
It's not often your doctor gets emeritus. You deserved it.
- Thanks. But I'm not going anywhere yet. - One of Nelson's patients is here, Finch.
Brandon Boyd, a trader at VAC Capital, a prominent hedge fund.
Asset management for high-income clients.
I'm gonna have to start giving more attention to my retirement portfolio.
Ha, ha. Racquetball Thursday? Give me a rematch.
I'll pick your brain about emerging markets in the health-care industry.
- Thursday at the club? You're on. Thanks. - All right.
- Not so fast, doc. - Uh--
If you're gonna rot your gut, you might as well do it in style.
- Sixty-two? - Heh.
Dr. Rossmore, where did you locate such a magical elixir?
Oh, I have a patient who owns a very large distillery.
And he has a new heart that came from you.
- Listen, Garrett. - Hmm?
About the Philia drug trial...
...I'm sorry about the board's recommendation.
Nothing to do with the board or with you. We didn't have the data to support it.
Dr. Garrett Rossmore, esteemed colleague and research scientist.
He now works for Philia Pharmaceuticals.
Big pharma. He's a drug guy.
Rossmore developed a new statin to raise HDL and combat cholesterol.
Made it all the way to phase three in trials until it underperformed.
Dr. Nelson was a member of the review board that halted the trials.
Potential blockbuster drug, down the drain.
Likely, it cost Philia billions in lost revenues.
Not to mention six years of Rossmore's research.
That had to hurt.
You had a hand in this. You're behind Beecher's murder.
- You're not gonna get away with this. - Tell me, Fusco.
How is it everybody around you winds up getting killed?
Starting to look suspicious.
You're gonna pay for this. I'm gonna take you down.
You got a bad habit of forgetting who your friends are.
Of all your old pals who got locked up or went missing, and you got to walk away?
Did you honestly think that was because you were so smart?
- What are you talking about? - Protection.
The kind you don't have anymore.
You see, I hear things.
IAB, they're looking at your old pal Azarello on at least a dozen old murder counts.
That should be interesting.
The past has a way of coming back to haunt you.
And by the time I'm done with you, Lionel...
...you're gonna wish you were in the ground with Beecher.
- Oh. - Congratulations, doctor.
It's nice to see someone being recognized for their body of work.
I should be so lucky one day.
Associate Professor Dr. Juliana di Matteo.
Came up as Nelson's research assistant and protégé.
But still hasn't made tenure.
- Have you seen my daughter? - She saw me first.
- Probably why she left so early. - Aw.
Richard, are you okay? Your nose is bleeding.
- Oh, gosh, I'm gonna go get something. - Thank you.
- Here you are. - Oh, thank you.
Nelson has a daughter here, Finch.
Molly Nelson, registered as a junior.
But suspended for a semester...
...after assaulting a police officer during a campus demonstration.
- You need some help, sir? - I feel a little lightheaded.
- I just need to sit down. - Sure.
- I'll get you some water. - Thanks again.
Our doctor doesn't look well, Finch. Clammy hands, nosebleeds.
Just hope we're not too late.
Excuse me, Detective Fusco?
Detective Soriano from Internal Affairs. We need to talk.
- No, we don't. - I'm afraid we do.
It's regarding the disappearance of Detective Stills.
We're gonna have to ask for your badge and your service weapon.
What's this about, Fusco?
- This don't concern you, Carter. - No?
I'm your partner. I think it does.
- Got something to do with Cal's murder? - No.
Talk to me, Lionel.
Why is IAB all of a sudden putting the screws to you?
You know, I tried to come to you, in this very room...
...to tell you about past mistakes I've made.
- But you didn't want to hear it. - I'm listening now.
Just chickens come home to roost.
Bad things happen to people around me, Carter, so you should get out of here.
We're not done here.
Finch, what do you need?
I'm sorry for your loss, detective.
Yeah. Thanks.
I just don't understand, with all the information you get...
...how we couldn't stop this in time.
It's a question that troubles me as well. I wish I had an adequate answer.
- And I know this is not the best time but-- - You and John need some help.
Are you kidding me?
Cal is dead and Fusco's being investigated by IAB.
I understand you're upset, but we have a doctor in peril.
I just need you to check on a few names.
No. No.
This time, you're gonna do something for me.
Okay, detective. What can I do for you?
You know that phone-cloning thing you do?
My turn.
Hello?
Thanks for showing up.
It was better than that stunt last week, throwing the red paint.
Sorry. People have a right to know the medical school uses animals for research.
Sounds like Nelson has some issues with his daughter.
You have the right to know this university paid for your food, clothing...
...and a roof over your head for the past 22 years.
- Not to mention tuition. - Sorry I disappointed you.
Damn it, Molly, that's not the point.
Uh, I have to go. We'll talk about this later.
The doctor just vomited blood.
Nelson's in serious trouble. I'm going in.
911, what is your emergency?
Hi. This is Dr. Richard Nelson.
I think I may have ingested something toxic.
- Sir, you're a doctor? - Yes.
I think someone may have tried to kill me.
- You look like you need some help. - What?
You. I know you from the reception.
Get away from me. Who are you?
N.Y.P.D. Who called 911?
Me.
I called in. I wanted to report a murder.
What are you talking about? Who was murdered?
Me. Someone poisoned me.
Finch, things just went completely sideways.
And judging by the symptoms, we're already too late.
We received some new information on an old case.
You and Jimmy Stills worked together in the 51st?
Yeah. So did a lot of other cops.
- You two were close? - I don't know if I'd put it that way.
All right. How would you put it?
We walked a beat together coming up.
He went to Narcotics, I went to Homicide. That's the long and short of it.
Last call.
Hey, O'Neill, O'Reilly, or whatever the hell your name is, give us a drink.
No.
You're done. Come on. It's time to hit the bricks, buddy.
What are you talking about? We got five minutes left.
Easy there, big dog.
That's enough for one night. Let's get you home.
I can't go home.
She threw me out.
Ah, it comes with the job. Cop's wife. She'll come around.
Not this time.
She had a lawyer drop papers on me.
Serious?
Sorry to hear about that.
Yeah, Jimmy, she, uh...
She wants full custody of my son.
Come on, Lionel. You come home, you stay at my place tonight.
Kids will love waking up tomorrow morning, jumping on your head.
I'll have Vera cook up some hotcakes. Banana chocolate chip.
Throw some aspirin in the batter. Okay, amigo?
- You sure it's okay? - What are friends for?
- Oh. - Let's go.
I'm retracing the doctor's steps...
...and I'm detecting low-level alpha particle emissions.
Not good.
Alpha particle radiation.
It's polonium.
Polonium?
Used to make complex tools in scientific equipment.
Do you think he was exposed in the lab?
No, it's only lethal if ingested...
...and you don't get treated in the first hour.
Well, the area is contaminated, but it doesn't appear to be the point of origin.
What's Nelson's condition?
I'm about to find out.
You. Wait, no, you're that waiter.
You had something to do with this.
I am not a waiter. I'm here to help you.
You were at the reception. You slipped something in my drink.
No, I didn't. Someone else did.
I was supposed to save you.
But I was too late.
You've ingested polonium, doctor. You are dying.
This is insane. How do you--? Who are you?
Nosebleeds, jaundice, hair falling out. It's radiation poisoning.
I'm aware how radiation affects the body. How do you know all this?
You were poisoned a few hours ago. In less than 24 hours, you'll be dead.
I'm sorry, doctor.
I don't understand.
How--?
- Who would want me dead? - You would know better than I.
Look, you can stay there and die in that bed...
...or you can get up and help me find the bastard who murdered you.
Clock's ticking, doc.
Who was it? I need to know.
First we need to get your affairs in order.
You're right. I need to see my daughter.
Thank you for your interest. Thanks, guys.
- Hope you can make it to our benefit. - Molly?
- Can I have a word with you? - She doesn't wanna talk to you.
I can handle it, okay?
Wow. Came all the way here just to chew me out?
I thought you were jetting off to something.
No, Molly, I didn't come here to argue. I just came to see if you were okay.
Really?
Your mom said you were making some documentary.
Do you need any help? You need money?
Uh...
Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.
No, I'm fine. I'm fine.
I just stopped by to say, um...
Uh...
I'm sorry for not being more involved.
What? Like, you mean, in my life?
Well, maybe this was a mistake. I don't know.
- I just wish... - Why are you here, Dad?
Look, I know that I've haven't been more available.
And putting my work first. That's probably why your mother left.
- Mom left because you cheated on her. - Another mistake.
But the one that I didn't make was having a daughter.
Today when people were congratulating me about my accomplishments...
...I was thinking that the thing that I'm most proud of is you.
That's all I came to say.
Um...
- I'll call you tomorrow, Dad. - Yeah, sure.
Good. I would like that.
At first I couldn't figure it out.
Stills and Azarello, working Narcotics, bumping dealers, stealing their stash.
I figured, eventually, they'd slip. Then it hit me.
They had a man on the inside, in case they made a mistake.
- I don't follow. - They needed somebody in Homicide.
Your old pal Azarello from the 51st? He clued us in.
So tell me, how did your crew operate?
Like clockwork.
First, Stills, he got the drop on a honey pot.
I'd scope it out, make sure it was still hot.
You know, then we'd roll up, flash the silver...
...and help ourselves to the money and the dope.
But if things went south, that's when Fusco came in.
Azarello is a lying piece of crap.
The devil's always in the details, Fusco.
- Tell me about the first time. - I'll never forget it.
It was some rat-infested tenement over in Queens.
Why you gotta bring me here? Just call it in.
You know how these things can go sideways.
I just need a little help from Homicide here.
Aw, jeez.
Soon as I started lifting, this bastard tried to run.
I mean, I had no choice. They're gonna have my nuts.
Calm down. Everything's gonna be fine.
Found that piece in the nightstand.
We gotta figure out all the angles before IB shows up.
What? You asking me to cover this?
I'm gonna be screwed.
Okay, look, come here. What's the problem?
- I thought we had each other's back. - What you're asking me--
Whoa, whoa, whoa. When you needed somebody, who was there for you?
Who had your back?
Look at this scumbag. Probably slings to kids K through eight.
- What do you say? - I don't know.
For a friend.
Stand over there. Put two in the wall, chest high.
Then, coming or going, either way, it's self-defense.
Wipe it down.
That's it.
Thanks, Lionel.
Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.
My favorite arresting officer.
- Looking good, detective. - Skip it, Azarello.
Look, you've been in jail for over a year.
Why all of sudden you talking to IAB about Fusco?
Maybe we got a code, detective. Maybe Fusco violated it.
Maybe the question should be why you're just now bringing up your partner's past.
It's pretty colorful.
I thought Fusco had some dirty pictures of you or something.
Two dead cops, two missing.
Is this HR's idea of a comeback?
Secrets are hard to bury.
And sometimes...
...bodies have a way of showing up.
Tell you what.
You help me out, I talk to the DA...
...maybe he shaves some time off for good behavior, huh?
You got a nice smile, you know that?
But you're a little late to the deal-making party, detective.
If you'll excuse me, I got a date with a sock.
How did it go at Rikers, detective?
Not so good. But I did find something on one of your names.
The asset manager, Brandon Boyd? He's a trader at a hedge fund.
VAC Capital. I'm aware.
Are you aware they're under SEC investigation? Insider trading.
After they dumped some big pharmaceutical stock.
Let me guess, Philia Pharmaceuticals.
My contact at the SEC thinks they got a tip on some drug trial. Does that help?
Unfortunately, yes, it does.
Ever heard of VAC Capital?
Yeah, sure. They manage my money.
They're under SEC investigation for insider trading.
Insider trading on what?
Did you tell Brandon Boyd that a drug trial was about to fail?
What? I don't know. Maybe at the club.
He turned around and used that information to bet against Philia stock.
Made 500 million.
- Son of a bitch. Half a billion dollars? - Off your tip.
You're the leak, doc.
There's an investigation?
They don't know the insider yet.
I'm guessing VAC Capital plans to keep it that way.
- Instead they'd kill me? - You're the liability. You had to go.
I'm a doctor.
People ask me things all the time, advice.
You know, that drug and this diet...
Oh.
It's just an excuse. What I did was wrong.
Now I'm a dead man. All because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.
You made a mistake.
That doesn't mean you deserve to die.
You're right.
I need to talk to Boyd.
Mr. Reese, I believe I've located the origin of the poisoning.
It came from water placed on the podium at his ceremony.
There were only two people on that service staff.
Me and a waitress. And I think I know who hired her.
Time to go track down a trader.
Call me about the hold on those shares.
And the number of that hot Brazilian model. Huh?
Later, boss.
- Your car, sir. - You want a tip?
Never get hitched without a prenup.
Here's a better one: Don't get in a car with strangers.
- Hey, hey! - Ugh.
- Dr. Nelson, what's going on here? - I don't have a lot of time.
Neither do you if you answer me wrong.
You met me at the club.
You took me on as a client and you pretended to be my friend.
I told you about a drug trial and you turned around and you burned me.
Wait a sec. I am a trader. That's all I do, I trade.
You triggered an SEC investigation.
- Before they found me, you poisoned me. - What?
Whoa. I don't know anything about that.
- Uh-huh. - You should really just pull over now-- Oh!
Whoa!
Hold on! You don't understand. The boss is on my ass 24/7.
- Either you get black edge, or you're out. - Black edge?
Inside information that no one else has. That's beyond doubt.
We were all in on that drug, but I needed to find someone on the trial.
Either you get that edge and turn big profits, or Lord Vader cuts your balls off.
- That's why you recruited me. - I needed that advantage.
And you wanted in to a big hedge fund.
- I swear I had nothing to do-- - You were at the ceremony today.
Boss man said to go about my regular schedule.
- By boss man you mean Vincent Cochran? - Look, I've said enough already.
Aah! Yes. Vincent Cochran.
- You told him about me? - I had to.
We got investigated. He asked if we'd been exposed.
- Said he'd take care of it. - Where's Cochran?
You don't seem to understand. This is not a man you want to cross.
- Have I told you that my eyesight is failing? - Okay!
The lodge! The Windcrest. Upstate.
I need to talk to Carter. Need to have my kid picked up from practice.
Soon as you answer a few questions.
You know, Fusco, it wasn't long ago that I was a plainclothes detective.
- No kidding? - No kidding.
But you know the difference between me and you?
- What's that? - I never murdered people.
See, I know you weren't just covering for those guys. You were one of them.
Once you get a taste of that, there's no looking back.
Fusco! Get in here.
- Aw, for crying out loud. - Fusco, what's wrong?
- Can't stand the sight of a little blood? - Knock it off. He's good.
Grab a bag. We got a big haul.
No, thanks. This is all you guys. I don't want any part of this.
- Little late for that, ain't it? - Look out!
Heh. Oh.
You see that? I knew you were solid.
Welcome to the crew, Lionel.
All right, let's get out of here.
Come on, let's go.
Azarello flipped on you.
We thought Stills was halfway to Belize. But now we know different.
You got rid of him because you had to.
All you got is lies from a dirty cop. It'll never hold up in court.
Oh? You know what will hold up in court?
Evidence.
You see, when dirty cops want to eliminate DNA from a crime scene...
...they use bleach. But bleach stains things.
Like the carpet in the trunk of the vehicle...
...that you signed out on the day that Stills disappeared.
- No idea what you're talking about. - Hmm.
Your cell phone records.
You made a call from Oyster Bay to your home the very night Stills went missing.
Any reason you're in Oyster Bay at 2 a.m. on a Thursday?
I'm thinking about retiring out there. Wanted to look at some land.
You take soil samples?
Domain Awareness, my friend.
Satellites, they're changing the world.
You pick a time and place, we send you a photo of the ass hairs on a frog.
Or, in this case, disturbed plots of earth in Oyster Bay.
Which of the four is it?
I got two dozen unis gathering shovels, a backhoe and cadaver dogs.
Come sunup, we're gonna go on a little treasure hunt.
Make it easy on yourself. Just tell me where you buried Stills.
I know you killed him, just like those lowlifes.
You're a dirty cop, and come morning, I'm gonna dig up your sins.
You wanted to talk?
Those, uh... questions you asked me earlier...
...the ones I didn't answer.
I didn't kill Stills. I'm gonna go down for it just the same.
But I deserve it because, uh...
Because?
Because of the other bad things I did. You see, back at the 51st--
All right, wait, heh. What do you mean "the other bad things"?
See, at first I, uh...
I thought I was helping to clean up the streets, you know?
Who's gonna miss some drug money from a lowlife dealer?
Then it became, "Who's gonna miss the dealer?"
Me and Stills, we were friends.
He was there for me like a brother, you know. He had my back.
And then, uh... Then you find yourself in a situation...
...a bad situation that you shouldn't be in.
I killed people, Carter. I was a dirty cop.
Um...
Since I met you and our friends, that's all changed.
I'm not that guy anymore.
You always told me that if my past came back around...
...you wouldn't cover for me. I'm not asking you to.
I need you to understand--
Stop. Mm-mm. I can't.
I don't wanna hear anymore.
I don't know who you are, Lionel.
Doc, stay with me.
Just wanted to look the bastard who killed me in the face.
- Don't give up yet. - It's okay.
It's time to face the consequences.
We all make mistakes.
But--
Man, did he just die?
- Oh, man, is he dead? - Shut up or you're next.
Oh, my God. You're not gonna--
Come on. Come on. Come on.
You can't die yet. We've got one more mission to finish.
This is crazy.
You can't leave me standing here.
- You're right. - Unh.
You recognize me, Mr. Cochran?
- Should I? - I'm the man you murdered.
- What are you doing about Fusco? - At the moment, nothing. I'm busy.
After all we've been through, I thought he was your friend.
- I always thought he was your partner. - Not after what he just told me.
Do you know what he's done? He deserves to be behind bars.
Listen, Carter, no one's ever looked to me as the moral benchmark.
You'll have to make that call yourself.
I'm a cop, okay? But it's Fusco.
- It's not as simple as that. - Always thought it was in your book.
Once a dirty cop, always a dirty cop, right?
Now, you'll have to excuse me. I have to get back to work.
You know what polonium does to the human body, Mr. Cochran?
I have a feeling you're about to tell me.
Once it enters the bloodstream...
...it immediately starts to break down the immune system.
It seeps into the bone marrow so your body can no longer fend off its own bacteria.
Which starts to eat you from the inside out.
It attacks your DNA, shuts down your internal organs.
It's fairly rapid, but I assure you, it's very painful.
Amazing you're still here.
Well, the last 24 hours have been a living hell.
It's a truly diabolical way of killing someone.
But then, I'm just a doctor.
I'm no match for a shrewd international hedge-fund billionaire.
Perhaps you sell yourself short.
Oh, no, I get it now.
You and your firm, you're not really interested in medicinal drugs...
...or curing disease. You're a man who makes money.
Even if you have to cheat. Hmm?
I'm an investor. I trade stocks.
But if I know I picked a loser, I have to dump it.
Either way, I always win.
I've done some good things, some bad.
Heh. I've managed to ruin my life, my reputation.
But I don't deserve to die.
And the SEC will bring your firm down.
Unfortunately, doctor, the SEC investigation will die with you.
Oh. Heh.
Yeah. I think you mean "us."
Uh...
Your nose is bleeding.
You have 9 billion dollars, but you only 24 hours to spend it.
I hope you invested wisely.
Nice place to dump a body.
But a little snow won't keep the dogs from finding it.
Let's go, end of the line.
You know, at the end of the day, as a cop, you're the sum of two sides of a ledger.
The people who wanna see you go down...
...and the people who don't give a crap about you.
Now, Fusco, I don't think anyone gives a crap about you.
- Hey, detective, up this way! - Come on. Let's go.
Oh, don't worry, honey. There'll be other guys, trust me.
I love you too, sweetheart.
Goodbye.
Sixty-two, limited edition.
- Your favorite. - Cheeky bastard.
- And thank you. - For what?
For giving me another shot...
...with all this.
We lost Dr. Nelson, Finch.
He was a good man.
We arrived too late to save him.
Seems to be a common occurrence of late.
First Szymanski, then Beecher, now Dr. Nelson.
Something wrong with the machine, Finch?
I don't know.
Then who else are we missing?
Just a matter of time now, Fusco.
What do you say you lay down in this hole, I'll grab a shovel? Get up there.
Detective Soriano.
Time to face the truth, Fusco.
Sir, the canine alerted right here, and the soil was loose.
There was a body here, detective, but...
Somebody moved it.
You think this is some kind of joke?
I know you killed Stills, son of a bitch. What'd you do with the body?
Screw you.
This ain't over, Fusco.
I know you're a dirty cop.
You're wrong about that.
I'll take my gun and shield back now.
Any word on Fusco?
Off the hook, for now.
My chess partner in prison says Azarello had a change of heart and recanted.
Checkmate. Good to hear.
That storm on the horizon that I mentioned...
...I'm afraid it's arrived.
- Finch, where's Bear? - Oh, yes.
That's the other matter that we need to discuss.
Need some fresh eyes on a lead I'm running.
You mind giving it a look and I'll catch up with you later?
- I had a long night. - Sure. No problem.