"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." "Hi, mom." "Hi, dad." "If you're watching this, you'll know I'm in trouble." "I've always tried to be good, keep the rules." "Now I'm gonna break them in a big way." "Just hold him still." "Bear, afliggen!" "Sit." "Well, that was a big help." "So, you said we had another number?" "Yes." "Abby Monroe, 26." "Honor student at school, degree in engineering." "She's worked for the last year at a military charity," "Homes For Our Returning Heroes, maybe because her younger brother was killed in Afghanistan 18 months ago." "She quit the charity a week ago." "She's now working as a temp in a city planning office." "Any threats?" "Not that I can see, but some anomalies." "She dumped her phone five days ago and moved out of her apartment." "In fact, the only way I could trace her was through the temp agency." "She's hiding from someone." "I'd better get eyes on her." "It's your turn to dry him." "She could be in imminent danger, Finch." "Mr. Reese, he's your dog." "You'll manage." " Detective." " Detective." "Dinner was fun." "What about doing it again?" "I'm free tonight, as it happens." "Sorry." "Got a case I'm looking at." "Him, actually." "Davidson." "The Internal Affairs cop went missing last winter." "Did you know him?" "Know him?" "I had some run-ins with him." "What's your interest?" "I got a tip, anonymous." "Said a cop killed him." "Whoa." "Well, maybe he was mixed up in some HR business." "Maybe an HR cop took him out." "I heard of one group out of the 51st was offing dealers and selling their supply." "You got any names?" "Most of them are behind bars or dead, but not all of them." "Will you excuse us?" "Detective Carter, we need to talk." "I'll catch up with you later." "So, with HR degraded to the point of irrelevance, my team is shifting priorities back to the man in the suit." "He's still out there." "Do you still want to catch him?" " Yes, of course." " Good." "We have some new information, including who he's working for." "Now, the bureau has been tracking the emergence of private intelligence networks, like the CIA or MI6, but for profit." "We think the biggest of these has Chinese backing." "They've got technology, serious resources, and they've been buying up talent." "For instance, we think Mark Snow, the CIA agent who contacted you, may also have been recruited, possibly by the man in the suit." " Really?" "Snow?" " Makes sense." "I mean, Snow was sent to find this man by the CIA." "He catches him, and then the man in the suit flips him." "Gets snow to be his asset." "Listen, Carter, I want to read you into this, but it's classified, so I've been authorized to offer you a temporary assignment to the bureau." "And I know, with your skills, it'll soon become permanent." "Sooner you're on board, sooner I can fill you in." "So, please, think about it." "I will." "Thank you." "Thanks." "[Phone dialing]" "Carter." "Hello, Detective." "I need to find our friend." "We have a big problem." "You'll find him at the department of city planning." "So he just downloaded the file and walked out?" "Yeah." "Didn't anyone try to stop her?" "Apparently nobody noticed." "Detective Carter." "Uh, what do we got?" "You heard the 10-31 too, Detective?" "Yep." "So, what is it?" "Uh, like we were telling Marshal Jennings here..." "Marshal Jennings, huh?" "The manager called it in 'cause one of his staff, a girl by the name of Abby Monroe, downloaded a file illegally." "And walked out with it two hours ago." "No one noticed till too late." "Well, does anyone know what's on the file?" "Well, we keep plans here for some important buildings, but all she walked out with were some engineering drawings for the 1400 block of Hanover near Wall Street." "It's got an electrical sub-station, lawyers' offices, and the HQ of an investment bank." "Nothing like a critical infrastructure target." "So, does anyone know where this Abby Monroe lives?" "We ran a check." "The address she gave us is fake." "The phone number is a pay phone." "Hey, solid background check there." "What can I say?" "I mean, she seemed like a sweet kid." "Kind of disappointing to find she was a flake." "Kids." "You never know." "Right, Detective?" "Right." "Anyway, good job, following up so quickly." "Gentlemen." "Thank you, Marshal." "Uh, look, if you come up with anything else, give me a call." "[Whispers] John." "John!" "Are you out of your mind?" "Impersonating a law enforcement officer?" "Marshal Jennings?" "You took his star?" "He wasn't using it anymore." "It's great, Carter." "Just flash a badge, and people tell you everything." "You gotta stop, John." "Donnelly's back, and he's hot for the man in the suit." "He has a new theory." "Yeah, that I'm working for China or something." "We heard." "We also heard his offer." "Maybe a transfer to the FBI would be good for you." "Do you listen to all of my conversations?" "More or less." "You're looking nice, Carter." "Maybe this Cal Beecher would be good for you too." "Long as he treats you right." "He messes with you, he'll be hearing from me." "Okay." "All right, look." "We're gonna have to set some boundaries here." "Well, sure." "Things get heavy with you and Cal, we'll tune out right away." "Never mind." "Um, what's the deal with Abby Monroe?" "I was checking to see she wasn't in trouble." "Looks like I'm a bit late." "Carter, can you get me footage from that camera from about two hours ago?" "And that camera too?" "Thank you." "[Sighs]" "There's Abby." "Were you able to trace the owner of the motorcycle, Detective?" "No, because it was stolen from a second-hand showroom in Queens four days ago." "I got the camera tapes out of the robbery squad." "I see the perp is a single male." "You looking at the footage now?" "Yes." "Why?" "No reason." "Blew the locks with det cord." "Ignored the alarms, 'cause he knew he'd be less than 30 seconds." "He broke the key case with his bare hand." "Chose his machine." "Whoa." "That's impressive." "What is... what..." "what is going on here?" "Don't tell me you can see what's on my computer too." "What did I say about setting boundaries?" "That's a prosthetic hand." "High-end prosthetic, use of det cord to gain entry into a building." "My guess, ex-military." "Might explain his connection to Abby." "The question is, what are they doing?" "I don't think you're gonna like the answer." "Comp stat just flagged my license plate inquiry." "The same motorcycle was seen on a traffic light camera near a robbery at a construction site in New Jersey three nights ago." "What was stolen?" "Explosives." "Semtex." "20 pounds of it, and blasting caps." "Let's see, theft of explosives, theft of engineering plans for a block on Wall Street." "This guy could be the next Timothy McVeigh, and your girl is working with him." "He may have manipulated her into getting involved." "She's still involved." "I'm sorry." "I'm gonna have to do my job." "I'm gonna have to put her name out on an APB." "We've got to find her first." "Hey, Olson, you worked at the 55." "You know a Narco detective named Cal Beecher?" "Oh, yeah, sure do." "We used to call him 18-karat Cal." "Better suits, better cars, better girls than the rest of us." "Maybe he just had better taste." "Or maybe he was on the take." "Did you hear me say that?" "Don't know." "What are you saying?" "Look, he was undercover narcotics." "A lot of buy-and-busts, a lot of money hanging around." "Anyway, why you want to know?" "Ah, I just been seeing him around." "Yeah." "He's been hanging around Detective Carter." "Bees like honey, Fusco." "Yeah." "I'm just saying, but the way" "Abby went off the grid, cut all ties, she's planning something, Finch." "You think our honor student wants to blow up Wall Street?" "Well, her boyfriend might." "He isn't the first vet to try something extreme." "We are an odd bunch, Finch." "You are odd, Mr. Reese." "You're also wrong." "If Abby were involved with domestic terrorism, which would be a relevant crime, the machine would have given her number to... to whoever now runs that end of things at the government, not to us." "Whether she's the target or the source of the threat, the issues must be personal." "Fine, but what leads do we have left, Finch?" "We have two." "First, the pay phone number that she gave the temp agency." "It's a street corner in Queens." "The agency must have been able to contact her there at one point." "It might give you a clue as to where she's living." "Okay." "And the second lead?" "The one stable point in her life for the last year..." "The charity, Homes For Our Returning Heroes." "I'll check that one out." "Good." "You need to get out more." "You're in a good mood, Mr. Reese." "I am." "I woke up this morning and felt... it took me a while to put my finger on it, but I felt happy." "Must be this job." "Well, I'm glad." "[Bear barks]" "Sorry, Bear." "Not now." "[Bear whines]" "Abby tapped into that pay phone." "I think I've found where our Bonnie and Clyde have been laying low." "Josh Monroe, Abby's little brother." "I'm an old friend of Abby's family, and as I was visiting New York, they asked if I'd try to find out where Abby is and why she left her job here." "She never told them?" "Well, I'm sorry, but I had to fire her." " Fire her?" "What on earth for?" " Stealing." "At first, it was just petty cash, and I let it go, thinking it was simple carelessness, but then I found she was sneaking into the charity's accounts, trying to move money around..." "significant amounts." "Mr. Chapple, that really doesn't sound like the Abby I know." "Well, unfortunately, it's true." "We give low-cost loans to veterans in financial trouble." "Any hint of a scandal, and our donations would just dry right up." "Abby had to go." "Hi, mom." "Hi, dad." "If you're watching this, you'll know I'm in trouble." "I don't think you've really been mad at me since I was eight, that time I tied Josh to his skateboard and pushed him down the hill in front of our house to see how fast he would go." "Since then, I've always tried to be good, keep the rules." "Now I'm gonna break them in a big way." "Why?" "Well, it's complicated and it's simple." "I'm doing it because it's right, and I know Josh would agree with me." "He was my little brother, but I always looked up to him, and I know that he would be proud of me, just like I hope you are when you know the truth." "I love you, and I hope you never have to see this." "Any idea why she started stealing?" "I believe the trouble started when she met a former Marine." "Uh, they'd talk when he came by the offices." "Somehow, he must have made an impression on Abby, 'cause, just about that time, she started stealing." "I don't understand." "Why did this Marine come here?" "I'm sorry." "We have a strict confidentiality agreement with all of our loan recipients." "Suffice it to say, it was not a pleasant visit." "Could you at least tell me his name?" "Corporal Shayn Coleman, explosives ordinance disposal expert." "Lost his right arm defusing an IED in Afghanistan three years ago." "He's our motorcycle thief." "I tracked down Shayn's parents in his hometown in Ohio." "They haven't seen him in more than two months." "Did they know he was in trouble?" "They said he'd had his home foreclosed on, and his fiancee dumped him." "Must be why he went to Chapple... to ask for another loan." "However it happened, this is more than enough to tip someone over the edge." "He's our guy." "I'm adding his name to the APB." "Do what you have to do, Detective." "[Phone beeps]" "Finch, are you still there?" "Yes." "I'm watching Philip Chapple meet with two armed men." "What are they like?" "Like you, to be honest..." "low-key and vaguely menacing." "I suspect he's telling them to follow me via the GPS transponder he slipped into my pocket as I was leaving." "And where is the transponder now?" "It's on a laundry van with Jersey plates." "Nice work, Finch." "Obviously, Chapple will take any opportunity to track Abby down." "What she's planning must connect to him too." "When the charity closes, I'll go back in, see what I can find." "When I said you need to get out more," "I didn't mean that." "Let me take care of it." "No such thing as a risk-free life, Mr. Reese, and Abby is still our priority." "You wait for her." "So, I'll go back in, see what exactly Chapple's hiding." "I'm inside, but the alarm has been tampered with." "That's because they could be waiting for you, Harold." "[Loud boom] Ah!" "What was that?" "Finch, get out now." "Who the hell are you?" "Who I am is not important, Mr. Coleman." "How do you know my name?" "What are you doing here?" "The same thing as you, I expect, and since you woke the whole building, we better hurry." "I'm on my way to you." "Please, just walk away now, Finch." "[Gasps] Shh!" " Who are you?" " It's okay." " Let go of me!" " I'm not gonna hurt you." "Finch, get out now." "Don't risk it." "I've got Abby." "Just get out of there." "Nearly done, Mr. Reese." "Please don't do that." "Then get off of me." "Let me go." "[Door opens, closes]" "Please, no guns." "[Groans]" "Finch, talk to me." "What's happening?" "The situation is evolving, Mr. Reese." "There they go!" "Stop right there!" "Get on, or they'll kill you!" "Get on!" "[Grunts]" "[Gunfire]" "Finch, are you okay?" "Aside from riding on a motorcycle illegally, I'm fine!" "I'll be in touch!" "Well done." "Hello, Abby." "I'm John." "Okay, you should leave now, because my boyfriend's gonna be here any minute." "Your boyfriend, Shayn?" "I don't know how you know that, but yes, and he's a Marine, so you do not want to meet him." "Actually, I do want to meet him, but first things first." "What does that message to your mom and dad mean?" "What?" "You broke into my room and went through my stuff?" "Get out, or I'm..." "What?" "You'll call the police?" "I know about the building plans and the explosives." "I knew it." "You work for Chapple." "No, but I'm interested to know why you and Shayn are going after him." "Because Chapple's a liar and a thief, and I'm not saying another word until you tell me who you are." "I'm here to stop you from getting into even more trouble." "Not what I asked." "Who are you?" "I find it hard to answer that, even to myself." "I was a soldier once, like your brother Josh." "But I was lucky." "I made it out." " Mr, Reese?" " Yes, Finch." "What's happening?" "I've explained to Shayn that we're trying to help him." "Did he believe you?" "No, especially when I told him that you have Abby." "Things are a little tense." "Let me talk to him." "Who is this?" "You know, Abby keeps asking me the same thing." "It's really not important." "If you hurt her, you will be sorry." "The same goes for you and my friend." "We should meet." "Once you leave with Shayn, I can't protect you anymore." "I never asked you to protect me in the first place." "Whatever you're planning, I know why, Abby." "You couldn't save your brother, so you're trying to save Shayn." "I understand that, truly." "I'd feel the same way." "Tell me, what did Chapple do to you?" "Nothing I can't handle, but he nearly destroyed Shayn." " By lending him money?" " Yes." "Chapple made him a loan." "The interest rates tripled in a year." "No one could keep up those payments." "Millions of people lost their homes." "They don't go around stealing explosives." "Shayn should move on." "He lost his home and his fiancee." "He even introduced some of his buddies to Chapple, one of whom shot himself on the porch of the house he no longer owned." "Should he move on from that?" "Look, I went through Chapple's files." "I saw what he was doing." "There are hundreds, hundreds of soldiers who lost their homes." "[Motorcycle approaching]" "What are you gonna do, Abby?" "The right thing." "Can I go now?" "I assume you put a tracker on him." "Rather a clever one, if I do say so myself." "His prosthetic arm is controlled by myoelectric sensors by way of a wireless link, so I cloned the link and reprogrammed it to attempt a forced pair with every cell phone they pass." "Leaving a nice GPS trail." "Well done, Finch." "Especially on the back of a speeding motorcycle, which was exhilarating, by the way." "I might have to get myself one." "Working late?" "Uh, yeah." "Um..." "[Laughs]" "It's always something, you know?" "Yeah." "Is something wrong, Carter?" "Donnelly made me an offer today." "What, I got competition?" "From that guy?" "No, not that sort of offer." "He, um, invited me to join the FBI." "Could be a good move." "I mean, yeah, small fish in a big pond, but think of the prospects, Carter, and the money." "You should do it." "But what about my kid?" "I mean, it... it'll probably mean" "I have to move out of New York." "You mean I'd never see you again?" "[Laughs]" "[Phone rings]" "It's Cal." "No problem." "I'll see you then." "Uh, now what were we talking about?" "About never seeing me again." "Right." "[Over recording] It's Cal." "Cal, Alonzo Quinn." "Can we meet?" "Tyrell Park." "Say, 30 minutes?" "No problem." "I'm hoping you can help me out, Cal." "Any way I can, Mr. Quinn." "The Mayor has seen this crime spike in Crown Heights... drug busts, uh, burglaries, even homicides." "He wants me to find out what's happening." "I told him I got a godson who's got his ear to the ground." "So, do you?" "Crown Heights, yeah." "We think it's a Russian, Peter Yogorov." "Used to work Brighton Beach till Elias kicked him out." "We believe he's pulling strings from the inside, working to take over the Heights." "Boo." "What are you doing here, Simmons?" "I'm keeping an eye on you, you slippery little mutt." "What are you doing?" "None of your business." "You're following Cal Beecher." "You're checking him out for Carter?" "No, I've been wondering who else you've been flapping your gums to." "About you burying Davidson?" "Not Beecher." "Not yet." "You crossed a line when you made that call to Carter, pointing her towards me in the Davidson murder." "What line is that?" "The line where I don't give a crap anymore." "So watch your back." "You know how many times I've heard that?" "And here I am, beautiful as ever." "Go home, Fusco." "What are you doing here, Simmons?" "I said, go home." "There's our cell phone trail." "It looks like Abby and Shayn are heading for the 1400 block of Hanover." "Question is, what's there?" "I've listed every business name on the block, cross-checking against the download of Chapple's computer." "Bingo." "An investment bank, Merton Watts." "Maybe he has an account there." "[Keys clacking]" "Not according to his computer records." " Then a safe deposit box?" " What would he keep in it?" "According to his accounts, Chapple's not rich." "Abby said hundreds of the loans he made were foreclosed on." "If he's getting kickbacks from the banks..." "You may be right." "Merton Watts has first lien on any properties Chapple loans money on." "That means they handle all foreclosure sales." "And split the profits with Chapple, which he keeps in his safe deposit box at the bank." "That's what Abby and Shayn are after." "Why is she doing this?" "For Shayn?" "Yes." "And for her brother." "She still feels a debt." "The dead have a power like that, as you know." "So, how are they going to do this?" "Semtex and building plans." "They'll find a soft entry point and blast their way into the vault." "I like these kids." "I'd like them to live." "Please try to get to them before Chapple's thugs do." "[Static]" "System's back up." "They get anything from the safe?" "The box code and the keys." "But there's no way they can get into the vault at the bank, is there?" "What do you think?" "Police band says they stole explosives and engineering plans." "Well, get down there." "Deal with them." "You have to pay for another man." "It's a big area to cover." "Whatever you need." "Just finish it." "Carter, I need to see you immediately." "Can I have your phone?" "What's going on, Donnelly?" "I'm sorry, but I think the organization our man works for has some sophisticated capabilities." "Like wire-tapping cops?" "Has something happened?" "I think we got our break." "The man in the suit was involved in a robbery at a charity on the Upper East Side." "How do you know that?" "Now, before I can let you in, I have to know if you'll accept the temporary assignment to the bureau." "Okay, yes." "Good." "You won't regret it." "So, we've been tracking this man for ten months." "Every time we get close, he slips right out from under us, as if he has some guardian angel." "All I've looked for since then is a lead, any lead, and then I realized, the phone." "He's in constant communication with his handlers." "I thought of that." "Cross-checked crime scenes he was reported at with cell tower logs of IMEIs." " Came up with nothing." " Exactly." "Nothing." "Our engineers at Quantico analyzed the cell tower traffic from that night he gave us the slip downtown." "Under the wireless and radio noise, they found short bursts of a cloned IMEI with a unique signature." "I tasked an FBI computer cluster to search for that signature." "24 hours ago, the cluster came online." "It spotted another burst of cloned imeis at the exact time and location of the robbery." "It's him." "I've got SWAT teams standing by." "If he uses that phone, we'll have him." "Abby, this is far enough." "I'll handle this from here." "I'll meet you back at the apartment." "No." "No, together or nothing." "You've risked enough, Abby." "This isn't your fight right now." "This is my fight." "You're my fight." "I wouldn't do that." "Or that." "Now, the truth... or I take you to the cops myself." "I know you're here to steal Chapple's money." "What then?" "We want to give it back to the people he stole it from." "How?" "We haven't thought that far ahead." "You haven't thought very far at all." "Now, why not go to the cops or a lawyer?" "Abby did." "She went to the DA, but Chapple got there first, spread his poison." "The DA even threatened to prosecute her for theft and slander." "When I got to my apartment, one of Chapple's mercenaries was there." "He beat me up." "He said if I said another word, he would come back and put a bullet in my head." "I assume the bank's through there?" "We blow that wall, we're underneath it." "John, this has gone far enough." "Has it, Finch?" "Yes." "Stop them." "I can deal with Chapple." "Chapple hurt them, Finch." "They tried the law." "The law wasn't interested." "What have they got left?" "Besides, I've always had a thing about people who screw with veterans." "John, it's far too risky." "What did you say, Harold?" "No such thing as a risk-free life." "Let's do it." "Wait for the subway." "[Subway train roars through tunnel]" "Now." "[Loud boom]" "[Coughs]" "This is where the safe deposit boxes are." "We realized we couldn't get to them from inside the bank, so we decided to bring them to us." "You're gonna blow the roof." "We got something here." "John, what's your situation?" "Ten more minutes." "I'm seeing what I can only describe as interference on our phone link." "Is it Root?" "No, it's a broad spectrum sweep, heavy-duty computer power." "Root's more subtle than that." "It must be our FBI friend." "Stay off the line and please get out now." "If Shayn and Abby won't come, leave them." "I don't leave people, and they're bringing down a very bad man." "Now, isn't that what your experiment's all about?" "My experiment is about stopping people from getting killed, not robbing banks." "Five minutes and we're out." "[Subway train roars through tunnel]" "In three, two, one." "[Loud boom]" "Let's go." "There, 158." "[Grunts]" "His account's in a bank in Venezuela." " Is this what you need?" " Is it ever." "There's more than $30 million here." "His charity stole $30 million." "Then let's go, back the way we came." "[Gunshot] Get down!" " You okay?" " Karma at last." "It's those thugs Chapple hired, isn't it?" "The bank opens in 30 minutes." "We've got to get out before then." "Hang tight." "911 call." "Possible underground explosion near Wall Street." "We're tracking IMEI bursts in the same area." "It's him." "Now, we hook up a SWAT en route." " Are you with us?" " Uh, yeah, of course." "I just need to make a phone call." "All right, make it quick." "[Phone dialing]" "Hi, mom, can you make sure Taylor gets to school?" "Mom?" "You been drinking, Carter?" "Tell Harold, Donnelly is headed to Wall Street." "He says John is there." "He's tracking the phones." "Okay, mom." "Yes." "Thank you." "I love you." "[Engine starts]" "[Siren walls]" "Hey, it's Fusco." "Wherever wonderboy is, I hope it's not near Wall Street, because that's where Donnelly's heading." "That's exactly where John is." "Merton Watts Investment Bank, Hanover Street." "Yeah, plus Carter said something about him being up on your phones." "Just as I feared." "Anything you can do to run interference for us at the bank, Detective, I would be most grateful." "[Bear whimpers]" "I take it you know this gentleman?" "Peter Yogorov, enforcer for the Russian mob." "Least he used to be until Elias took out his old man." "Seems like something that might be to our advantage." "To hit back at Elias?" "To build another revenue stream." "Yogorov's at MCC, awaiting trial with his little brother Lazlo." "DA's got him dead to rights on a dozen different counts." "Maybe we can do something about that." "You need something on the District Attorney?" "Let me handle that." "By going all spartan on our emissaries," "Elias has made it clear..." "that relationship is over." "We need new friends." "You want me to talk to the Russians?" "Open negotiations?" "They have all the right pieces, but with us behind them, cash flow would no longer be an issue." "Understood, boss." "Just heard something interesting." "Looks like that pain-in-the-ass Donnelly finally caught up with the man in the suit." "Not even 7:00 AM, and already a perfect day." "The bank's about to open, John." "Where are you?" "[Gunfire]" "Mr. Reese, what's happening?" "[Gunfire]" "I hate to say this, Finch, but we're in a bit of a pickle here." "Get upstairs to the foyer." "I have IDs and passes for all of you." "Cover us." "What are you looking for?" "Clothes." "You need to get changed." "We're gonna dress up like bankers." "We're gonna climb up there and walk right out the front door." "Come on." "[Siren walls]" "Base just picked up another burst of comms from the target." " Same location?" " Yes, sir." "So, you can track him, but you can't hear what he's saying?" "Do you know who he's talking to?" "Not yet." "Give me the gun." "You take Abby." "You've done enough." "I'm the one who got us into this mess." "We all got ourselves into this mess." "We're all going to get ourselves out." "Now, when you get up to the foyer, look for Harold." "I'll be right behind you." "Now." "[Grunts]" "[Siren walls]" "Looks like nothing's going on inside." "No, the signal's still active, and the 911 call said the explosion was underground, remember?" "He's in there." "All right, one team in front with me, second team, around the back." "We move in 30." "Excuse me, ma'am." "I'm a client here at the bank." "I need to get into the vault now." "Hello." "Here." "Take these." "My name is Harold Wren." "I own an insurance company." "You are my associates." "We have an appointment here." "Where's John?" "FBI!" "Everybody back against the wall!" " Stay where you are!" " Don't move!" " Hands up!" " See your hands!" "Foyer's secure." "Check every ID." "No one leaves." "Half your men here, half with me." "Yes, sir." "Let's go!" "Hands where we can see them!" "You!" "Don't move!" " See your ID, please?" " John, can you hear me?" "Shayn and Abby are safe." "FBI are in the bank." "Get out now." "[Phone dialing]" "We got company." "Lose the weapons and get the hell out." "John, can you hear me?" "You must get out now." "Blew out the damn floor." "Alpha, this is Delta." "Vault level is secure." "I'm not gonna make it, Harold." "Sorry I screwed up." "But I meant what I said yesterday." "So, thanks, Harold." "It was fun." "John?" "[Gimme Shelter by The Rolling Stones]" "♪" "ID?" "Harold Wren, Universal Heritage Insurance." "My associates." "Why are you in the bank?" "We have a meeting with the vice president of Corporate Strategy." "♪" "ID." "Did you get what you wanted?" "All the money Chapple stole." "More than $30 million." "Can you do anything with the accounts?" "♪" "Yes." "I'll empty them, deposit every last cent into the accounts of reputable military charities." "Would that do?" "Then I have to get you out of here and out of this state." "As long as we're together." "Check the top level." "Check down back." "Don't worry." "I got you covered." "What about John?" "♪ It's just a shot away ♪" "♪ it's just a shot away ♪" "♪ baby ♪" "♪ it's just a shot away ♪" "♪ it's just a shot away ♪" "We finally got you." "♪ It's just a shot away ♪" "♪ it's just a shot away ♪" "Sir, there's a problem." "Step back." "♪ It's just a shot away ♪" "♪ it's just a shot away ♪" "♪ yeah, yeah, yeah ♪" "♪" "Well, do you recognize him?" "Uh... no." "♪ Gimme, gimme shelter ♪" "[Sighs] Cuff 'em all." "♪ Or I'm gonna fade away ♪" "♪ war, children ♪" "♪ it's just a shot away ♪" "♪ it's just a shot away ♪" "♪ it's just a shot away ♪"