"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 considered 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." "I've got this." "No, you don't." "You're gonna blow our cover." "I'm rowing this boat." "Not on my watch." "Given your cover, it might be more appropriate for Mr. Reese to have the privilege, Ms. Shaw." "You are supposed to be on a date, after all." "You're welcome." "So who's our Romeo?" "His name is Ian Murphy." "He's a successful investor in a variety of businesses... a coffee house, a nightclub, a microbrewery." "How's his portfolio?" "Maybe he owes money to the wrong people." "No, all his busisses are doing quite well, and he has a stellar credit report." "He grew up quite destitute." "His parents both died when he was just a teenager, and then a kindly uncle left him nearly $100,000." "I suggest that one of you gets to Murphy's apartment in Soho before he returns." "What do you say we pick it up over the weekend?" "I'll make you dinner." "I happen to be a great chef." "Oh, a guy who knows his opera and can cook." "I'm impressed." "Is that a yes?" "It's an absolutely." "We gotta head back." "I gotta be uptown in 20." "I'll go to his apartment, Finch." "See what I can find." "Okay, but it's my turn to row this thing." "Uh, Finch?" "I think I got something." "Well, I hope it's regarding his phone, because I've lost our connection." "I may know why." "Our guy just went from blue blood to hipster faster than you can say" ""ironic facial hair."" "I don't understand anything you just said." "He ditched his date, changed his clothes, his whole appearance." "So this guy's up to something and I'm betting it's nothing good." "Just arrived at Murphy's apartment." "Shaw, you got an update on Murphy?" "It appears our boy's a ladies' man." "I followed him to some dive in the village." "New image, new girl." "Guy's a chameleon." "Organized, efficient, sociopathic." "Not that there's anything wrong with that." "It seems Mr. Murphy finds his dates online." "He meets most of the women on smartphone applications like Tinder and Angler." "Members put up a profile and then sign in at a given location." "So much for keeping the mystery alive in a relationship." "Finch, he's keeping records." "Detailed files, tracking dozens of women." "Where's he getting the information?" "From your typical stalker sites." "Anything that promises a decent background check." "It's like he's hunting them." "Why don't we just take him out now?" "Just because he's a stalker doesn't mean he's a killer, Ms. Shaw." "I wouldn't be so sure, Finch." "He's got a missing persons flyer for a woman named Jenna Lakritz." "And there is an article he printed out... about a woman who died last week." "Says it was a car accident." "Car accident's a good way to cover up a homicide." "Exactly what I was thinking." "This guy may have graduated from stalker to killer after all." "No, ma'am." "We're still searching hospitals, but we're closing in on her." "She worked on his death for nearly six months." "Knew about the program." "I have a feeling Ms. May knows exactly where Northern Lights is located." "Well, if not, at least we'll know for sure." "Then I'll take care of her." "Maybe a few decades in a black site." "Or something less cushy." "Yes, ma'am." "I'll call you as soon as I have a location." "You seem calmer today, Robin." "I am." "It's almost time for me to leave." "Where is it that you're going?" "You know, that's a good question." "I'm not certain yet." "Because the voice is going to tell you?" "You're catching on." "Is the voice speaking to you right now?" "Does it look like I'm talking to anyone other than you, doctor?" "You... you realize that phone isn't connected to a wireless carrier." "God doesn't need ATT." "Haven't I already proved to you just how powerful she is?" "Well, you've certainly proven the power of, uh, your mind." "You've demonstrated great intelligence and no doubt computer skills." "Which is how you learned all those nasty things about me." "You know, Robin, we're all fallible." "Well, not all of us." "I suppose it's you who needs therapy." "It sounds like you have a lot to work on." "I can help you, Robin." "You suffer from delusions of grandeur, something caused by your underlying condition." "It's not a condition." "It's the future." "By the time you figure out what's really happening," "I'll have transcended this reality." "Why does your transcendence require your imprisonment in this facility?" "She has a plan." "Which is what?" "I don't know yet." "But I can't wait to find out." "Anything on the women Murphy's stalking?" "The missing woman, Jenna Lakritz, is a former girlfriend of his." "I'm able to look at her cell history, but Mr. Murphy uses Vanishtext, an application designed to delete his messages as soon as they've been read." "Good for cheaters... and killers." "What about the girl that was killed last week?" "Dana Wellington." "Daughter of Bruce Wellington." "Auction house owner, philanthropist, real estate magnate." "Can't seem to find anything connecting her to our Mr. Murphy, except for the fact that they attended the same college." "Mr. Reese, you didn't happen to purchase a new collar for Bear, did you?" "Or this gigantic cow femur that he's eating?" "I've been a little busy, Finch." "Seems Bear has a stalker of his own." "As for Mr. Murphy, he frequents a club called "Blur."" "I ran the names from the files you discovered against women who use the angler application." "All of them have checked into that club at least once." "I'll head there tonight." "I'll just access the club's database and create a reservation for you." "Hold off on that." "I may have another idea." "We don't have enough proof to call the cops." "That doesn't mean we can't set up a trap of our own." "What are you suggesting?" "Till we can figure out if he's a killer or not," "I say we stack the deck." " Yeah?" " Hello, Detective." "I was hoping you could come by the safehouse tonight." "I think I can assure you it'll be more interesting than arresting aging corporate attorneys for driving under the influence." "You wanna give me the headlines?" "Only that it will require evening attire." "What I mean to say is, something elegant, but also..." "less than conservative." "Just what kind of job is this, Finch?" "Not bad." "Considering the last time I saw you, you were in a body bag." "I've been in worse places." "I think this just might work." "So..." "This is where the party is." "Ms. Morgan." "This is Ms. Shaw, and you know Detective Carter." "Heard you came back from the dead." "Only eight more lives left." "Zanotti's?" "Good eye." "So we're your bait." "Rather a crude way of putting it, but I suppose it's apt." "Our target is a chameleon and probable killer." "Just once, I wish you fellas would call with something that didn't request a firearm." "Why?" "Are you not carrying?" "I know better than to show up unprepared." " You have the nano?" " Yeah." "I've been dying for one of these." "Oh, you can borrow it any time." "Mm, it's pretty." "Little gift from John." "And... now that everyone is sufficiently well-armed," "I've taken the liberty of creating profiles for all of you on angler." "So please, download this application onto your phones so that you can check in once you arrive at the club." "I'd like to see that profile." "Really?" "A yoga instructor?" "You'd prefer trained killer?" "Mr. Murphy favors this application when looking for new targets." "And as far as getting his attention," "I doubt that that will be an issue." "You'll have to use your charm, Shaw... not your sidearm." "I hope that's not a problem." "What is that supposed to mean?" "I don't look good?" "'Cause I think I look good." "You look fine, Shaw." "You just look... angry." "All the time." "We'll work on it in the car." "So where's our target?" "Manager says he shows around midnight." "Then what are we doing here so early?" "I was not gonna let those boys send us off as killer bait without getting something in return." "I like your style." "Sorry, girls, my system only runs on diesel." "So what should we drink to?" "Uh, here's hoping nobody gets serial killed." "Okay, ladies, time for us to check in." "How you doing up there, Fusco?" "Yeah, all clear." "Although this place is a rip-off." "Club soda cost me $5." "Nice view though." "Joss." "Relax." "Lionel's upstairs, John's outside." "Shaw's ready to shoot anybody who looks at her sideways." "Let's go have fun." "I second that." "Whoo." " Hey." " Hey." "How you doing?" "Heads up, ladies." "Our boy just landed." "Do you mind if I join you?" "Sure." "So I got a lot of respect for what you do, Joss." "It's a scary world out there." "Very true." "You never know what kinda creeps you'll run into." "I can't believe that they allow cops to be so sexy though." "There should be a law against that." "All right." "I should know better than to give you a line." "I do like the way you smile though." "Another line." "No, not even a little bit." "Let me make you dinner tomorrow night." "I'll work on my witty banter." "I happen to be a great cook." "It's one of my many talents." "This is our chance, Detective Carter." "Please say yes." " Yes." " Yes!" "Heads up, partner." "Our guy's watching you." "Now he's tailing you." "He's still on your tail, so don't go home, okay?" "Where am I supposed to go, Fusco?" "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm good." "Where'd he go?" "I saw the guy disappear up the street." "Safe to say if he was looking for his next victim, he found her." " Where's Mr. Reese?" " Staying out with Carter 'til her date tonight." "Good boy." "I have had some luck tracing the money he received nine years ago." "I thought it came from his uncle." "Actually, it came from a shell corporation out of Switzerland, funded by Bruce Wellington." "So there's a connection to the dead girl after all." "Look." "This is a GPS map of one of Murphy's SIM cards." "He was in the Hamptons last week." "Same day as Dana Wellington's funeral." "Sicko was probably reliving his crime." "Maybe Carter can get more info on her date." "So what are we having?" "Don't worry." "Nothing with tree nuts." "How did you know I was allergic?" "I pay attention." "See, if more guys did that, they'd find the opposite sex less confusing." "That's not an answer." "You pushed away a little bowl of almonds at the club." "Your face said it was out of protection, so, severe nut allergy, hmm?" "You'd make a good detective." "You know, that's funny." "I was thinking the same thing about you." "What do you mean?" "The way you were watching everyone in the club." "I know your Angler profile says you're an officer, but... you seem more like a detective to me." "Well..." "I was a detective." "Homicide." "But I'm doing something different now." "It's not where I thought I would wind up, but it's where I need to be right now." "Hmm." "Well..." "What's he doing?" "Should I shoot him?" " Not yet." " What?" "Sorry." "Just shiitake mushrooms." "I wasn't making a move." "Yet." "She doesn't have her guard up." "You're joking." "That woman's got a guard of steel." "You two have thing or something?" "'Cause, I mean, I clocked you and Zoe right off the bat, but I never thought you and Carter..." "We're just friends." "Well, your "just friend" is doing her job." "She gets this guy to trust her, maybe he makes a move." "And we can finally shoot him." "So what do you do for a living, Ian?" "I own pieces of a bunch of small companies." "How did you get started?" "Help from friends or family?" "Kinda." "I, uh..." "I been an emancipated minor since I was 17." "One day I'm in college, some lawyer shows up with a check for 100 grand." "From some uncle I had never met, and all of a sudden I..." "well, I had these options." "Never really had those before." "So I started my own business." "If I was gonna be alone," "I was gonna do it on my own terms." "So..." "How long have you and Zoe been... special friends?" "Well, I haven't really counted the days, Shaw." "What about you?" "Any big dates lately?" "Been too buys saving the world from bad guys." "Besides, relationships are for amateurs." "Guys these days have so many... emotions." "They cry, they wanna be held." "I just don't know what to do with them." "So you... you're a nun?" "I'm a pragmatist, John." "I go out, have a fun night, or three." "And then, uh, I move on, you know?" "No muss, no fuss." "Hmm." "Password, please." "My hands are a little shaky." "Side effect from the thorazine, I suppose." "Would you mind typing it in for me?" "Thank you." "Prescription from Dr. Ronald Carmichael." "Desflurane." "Two vials, please." "No, make it three." "You didn't have to walk me out." "Well, I didn't want you waiting for a cab all by yourself." "I know, you're a cop, but..." "But you're a gentleman." "I try." "I had a really nice time with you tonight, Joss." "Yeah, I did too." "And you know what, you were right." "That was the best Chilean sea bass I've ever had." "Good." "Two bogies coming your way, Carter." "All right." "All right, guys." "No need for violence, guys." "Just, you know, take what you want." "Unfortunately for you, Ian, we're not here for your wallet." "Ready?" "Ready, ready." "Nice aim, Shaw." "Back at you." "Ian, are you okay?" "I'd be a hell of a lot better if you told me who you actually were, Joss." "Hey, I got some interesting information from muggers dumb and dumber." "I imagine they were hired hands?" "Bingo." "Said a guy by the name of Kip Davis hired them." "I made a few calls, found out this guy, Davis, head of security for Bruce Wellington." "And that's certainly not a coincidence." "Thank you, Detective." "I get that, but how did you know that someone was gonna come after me?" "We had inside information that someone wanted you dead." "Or maybe it was the other way around." "Wait." "W... you th... you think I'd hurt someone?" "We've seen your stalker stash, Ian." "It's not stalking." "It's research." "Women like that I can anticipate their needs." "They're used to guys doing the bare minimum." "I go above and beyond." "Try it sometime." "You're hunting them." "I want their info, they're giving it to me straight up." "And, yeah, I get a little overly efficient in my due diligence, but..." "They like it." "If they liked it so much, how come those relationships don't last?" "They're not supposed to." "It's kind of the point." "Mr. Murphy, why would Bruce Wellington want you dead?" "Were you involved with his daughter?" "Ian." "Tell us what's going on so we can help you." "Dana and I... we met when she was still in college and I was tending bar, trying to keep up with my student loans, and we fell in love." "No research needed." "Mr. Fortune 500 did not appreciate his daughter dating poor white southie trash, but... then Dana got pregnant." "Now you gotta understand this." "Wellington, he rules that family with an iron fist." "So..." "One day one of Wellington's lackeys shows up at my door and he tells me that, uh, Dana got an abortion, and, uh, he gives me a check, and he says that I have to get out of town" "or Wellington'll ruin me." "So you took the money?" "Dana was all I had in the world." "And I must have called her a hundred times, and she... never called me back." "She was terrified of her father." "They all were." "And that was nine years ago." "And I haven't had anything to do with her or her family since." "Until you went to her funeral." "How could I not go?" "Wellington saw me and he flipped out and started screaming, right there at Dana's grave." "Why would he be so upset with you after all this time?" "I don't know, Joss." "I swear." "I didn't stay to find out." "I like bear's new collar." "Seemed more his style." "That dinosaur bone from you as well?" "Yeah, he loves that thing." "His intestines beg to differ." "Shaw." "Take a look at this." "Are you both seeing what I'm seeing?" "That kid's what?" "Eight?" "Nine?" "I suppose we now know why Mr. Wellington wants Ian dead." "Dana didn't have an abortion after all." "Daddy probably figured Ian showed up at the funeral to take away his heir." "I think it's time we meet Mr. Wellington in person." "What should Detective Carter tell Ian?" "The truth." "I don't understand." "Dana's sister, Marissa, raised him as her own." "She was ten years older." "I imagine she seemed like a more suitable parent at the time." "How could they do this to me?" "Why would Dana lie?" "Like you said," "Mr. Wellington is a very powerful man, willing to do anything to keep up appearances." "Dana knew that a lie was the only thing that would get you to leave Boston." "So he gets to take everything from me." "My... my home and my... my child?" "No, Ian." "He doesn't." "Because we're going to set things right." "How?" "Finch is going to break into the kid's locker, take Alex's school-issued water bottle, and use it for the DNA test." "Sounds like a safe enough plan." "I'm going with him." "It's not safe, Ian." "All I wanna do is put eyes on my son, Joss." "In case I don't get the chance again." "Sir?" "Ms. Morgan." "Ms. Morgan." "Thank you for meeting with us, Mr. Wellington." "And how's our mutual friend?" "She sends her best." "This is John wiley, the collector she told you about." "Zoe says you're a man who can find things no one else can." "She flatters me, but it's also true." "I'm looking for a privately owned Picasso." "Child with dove." "I'm willing to pay whatever it takes." "Hmm." "If you boys will excuse me, I need to powder my nose." "Nice entrance." "Thanks." "Where's the safe?" "Old school." "Excellent." "You know, proving the kid is Ian's may not get Wellington off his back." "I'm just the safecracker." "I leave the messy stuff to Harold." "Well, you better hurry up, Shaw." "Looks like Wellington is about to take his grandson on a long trip outside the country." "Where are they taking him?" "Alex has been enrolled at a London boarding school." "They leave tomorrow morning." "So it's over." "Even if we get a DNA sample, that won't stop Wellington from trying to kill me." "It will if we leverage the child's paternity." "The Wellington legacy is all he cares about." "I can assure you, a man like this will do anything to protect his name." "Excuse me for a moment." "Black." "Kilo." "Tango." "Penguin." "Alpha." "Kilo." "Stone Ranch hospital." "Yes, hello." "I was calling to check up on Ms. Robin Farrow." "This her Uncle, Harold wren." "Oh, hello, Mr. Wren." "Robin is doing quite well." "Although you're the second person to call on her today." "Who was the first?" "He wouldn't give us a name, so we wouldn't give him any information." "Where's Joseph?" "Oh, he, uh, called in sick today." "I'm Ian." "So, um, buckle up." "I already did." "Mr. Reese." "I believe Mr. Murphy just kidnapped his son." "His birth certificate isn't here." "It takes days to run DNA." "The Wellingtons leave the country tomorrow." "Reese." "You're right, that is a lovely depiction of postmodernism." "But, may I ask you something?" "What's that, Mr. Wiley?" "Where is your grandson's birth certificate?" "You stole a child from his father." "Alex has a father." "No." "Alex has an aunt and an uncle who raised him as their own." "I'm going to ask you one more time, Mr. Wellington." "Where is your grandson's birth certificate?" "My grandson will never know that piece of white trash is his father." "Alex is an heir, not the help." "Security will show you out." "If you weren't gonna do that, I was." "Okay." "What do we do now?" "Ian, where are you?" "I just did something really stupid." "I usually go home right after school." "Yeah, I thought we could do something different today." "Why?" "What's today?" "Well, Alex, uh..." "I..." "I knew your mom a long time ago." "Well, she gets mad if I come home late." "Right." "Well, I'm sure she doesn't... what I meant to say was I knew your aunt Dana." "Oh." "Aunt Dana died." "Yeah, I know." "And I know that makes you really sad." "Makes me sad too." "To have someone you love just vanish from your life." "It's hard to understand, even when you're grown up." "How did you know her?" "From school?" "Yeah." "See?" "We were good friends." "She used to read me stories when I was little." "Then I got older and..." "and she let me read to her." "She liked Harry Potter." "I wish I hadn't lost touch with her." "I wish I had... met you a lot sooner." "Why?" "You seem like someone I'd really like to know." "Hi, Alex." "I'm Officer Carter, here to take you home." "But first I need to talk to my friend Ian for a minute." "Tell you what." "Why don't you go buy yourself an ice cream, okay?" "Okay." "I knew it was a stupid move the second I did it, but that's..." "I just found out that I have a son." "Now these people, they wanna just take him away from me again?" "I'm not gonna let that happen, Ian, but we gotta do this right." "Hey." "I never told you how much I liked the uniform." "Another line?" "Not even a little." "Friend of mine knows people who know people that have dirt on doctors to the rich and famous." "I'm about to submit that into evidence." "So, are you ready to be a father for real?" "More than you could possibly know." "I'm happy for you." "And for Alex." "Happy enough to celebrate over a drink?" "Maybe after the dust settles." "You still have my number." "Yeah." "What's different about you tonight, Robin?" "I feel relieved." "Like a great weight's been lifted." "I'm so pleased to hear that." "It sounds like your medication is working." "No." "It's finally time for me to leave." "I see." "Okay, Robin, the only way you can leave this facility is with my signature, which you're not gonna get any time soon." "Hmm." "You need to start participating in your therapy." "It's the only way to get well." "I am participating." "And it's been..." "educational, to say the least, but there's a government operative who's coming to kill me, which means you and I have run out of time." "Okay, that sounds to me like what we call a persecution complex." "Oh, he's quite real, I assure you." "So, you see, sadly, I need to be moving on." "Okay." "So, um, you're going to escape?" "Hmm." "And how do you plan on doing that?" "First the phone on your desk will ring." "She'll be letting me know it's time." "Then I'll punch you in the carotid artery." "It'll hurt, Ronald, but it won't kill you." "Then I'll take your car keys." "And the guards, how..." "how will you manage them?" "I won't have to." "They'll be incapacitated from the desflurane in the ventilation system." "It vaporizes at 75 degrees." "Which the building climate control has been programmed to reach ten minutes ago." "Okay, this voice that you hear, she is... she's gonna do all this?" "Of course not." "She sees everything, but there's very little she can do about it herself." "That's where I come in." "She tells me what to do and I do it." "Well, she did help me a little with stealing the desflurane from the automatic dispensing system." "Don't worry." "I closed the vents in your office two days ago." "It should have cleared out by now." "Do you hear how quiet it is out there?" "Must be almost time." "Are you as excited about this as I am?" "How long are you gonna keep him waiting?" "He promised to walk me home." "Very chivalrous of him." "Okay, fine." "I should probably get going." "Yeah, I need to go too." "I have a date." "With my son." "Nice work tonight, ladies." "Good night." "What do you think?" "You wanna get out of here?" "Okay." "But you're sleeping at my place." "Hello there." "Oh, my God." "What have you done?" "Don't worry." "I didn't kill them." "Like you said, I've been making progress." "The man coming after me, on the other hand, will almost certainly kill you, so... you probably should run." "Pardon me." "Did you really think she would abandon me?" "Really?" "Even this guy?" "I guess you're the boss." "So long, doc." "And thanks for all the help." "I think I really am much better now." "Finch, what's wrong?" "Mr. Reese, we have a problem."