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  02x12 - Prisoner's Dilemma
 Posted: 01/12/13 21:28
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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.

The man in the suit, you still want to catch him?

Yes. Of course.

[Loud crash]


Not going to make it, Harold.

Sir, we have a problem.

Your man in the suit, we got four of them.

Cuff them all.

We've got the DNA evidence from New Rochelle, got the blood from the burned car, and thanks to you, fingerprints.

He's ours.

I don't want you crossing some kind of line to do--


Already deleted them from the network too.

Now we have to deal with the DNA sample.

What's going on?

I thought the evidence cleared these guys.

It's all too neat.

There's only one person that I know I can trust anymore.


I know you were a senior interrogator in Iraq.

I want you to put those military skills to use.

Start with him.

You're being held as an unlawful combatant, under provisions of the AUMF, the NDAA and the Patriot Act.

You will be detained indefinitely and denied access to legal counsel until your true identity is confirmed and it is determined that you are not a threat to national security.

So if you ever want to get out of here, you need to start answering questions.

[Bear barks]

[Bear whines]

[Phone speed-dialing]

[Phone rings]


Wonder-boy, that you?

Afraid not, Detective.

What the hell's going on?

Carter's supposed to be back from Rikers by now.

No one's returning my calls.

[Bear whines]

Yes, we're all very busy at the moment.

It's just me, Bear.

You're busy and I'm warming the bench.

I mean, come on, you gotta need something.

Are we gonna bust John out of there or what?

Oh, it sounds like such a bad idea when you say it.

But right now I need your help in another matter.

I'm sending you the name and address of a young lady in Brooklyn.

She's about to be involved in a very bad situation.

Let me get this straight. John's ass is on the line and I'm stuck dealing with some dumb--

Yeah, I got this.

My name is Devin Clark. I own a pest control company.

I just went in there to apply for a business loan.

And then I hear this loud boom and what sounded like gunshots.

So I thought the bank was being robbed.

I ran for the exit and the next thing I know, I'm being arrested.

That still doesn't explain why you were in that basement.

I was down there inspecting the property.

I'm part of a venture capital group, we're considering an investment in the building.

Okay, mister...

What did you say your name was again?

Holt. Vincent Holt. I'm an attorney.

And regardless of any constitutional gymnastics you people think you can pull, when we're done here, my attorneys are gonna shove this whole thing right down your throat.

You're being watched, you know.

The longer you wait to talk, the more guilty you look.

So... let's start with your name.

John Warren. Just like it says on my license.

Okay, Mr. Warren.

Mind telling me what you were doing in the bank Monday morning?

I was meeting clients. I'm an investment banker.

When I heard the explosion, I saw smoke coming from a stairwell.

I used to be in the military, so I went down to see if I could help.

I could hear shots fired, then your SWAT team knocked me to the ground, cuffed me before I could even explain.

Basically from that moment on, treated me like I'm some kind of terrorist.

Look, I don't know why I'm here, or who you think I am, but I have a life I really need to get back to.

And if they won't let me see a lawyer, you're my only hope.

Please. I just want to go home.

[Phone dialing]

[Phone rings]

Where are we on the rogue operative you've been tracking?

In process.

There's another player at work here.

I want them shut down.

Find that operative and make him disappear.

I'm on it. He's a hard man to locate.

Not according to the FBI.

They think he's one of four suspects being held at Rikers.

Then I'll remove all four.

[Indistinct chatter]


[Panicked screams]

[Gunshots continue] NYPD!

Drop the gun! Hands above your head!

You said hours. It's been days.

If you're gonna keep bending the rules, I can easily--

I'm not "bending" anything, warden, but in my time here I've noticed no less than 15 serious infractions of New York regulations governing the care and treatment of prisoners, so perhaps you should tend to those before threatening me.

[Door opens]

Look, I want to un-cuff these guys.

Carter, one of these men is a highly trained covert assassin.

I need him to trust me.

So we got four stories and four IDs that pass background checks.

So either someone's lying or we got the wrong four guys.

If I'm right, the man we're looking for is backed by a powerful private intelligence network with resources comparable to any government, and they could certainly create an airtight cover for one of their operatives.

I'm not gonna let the man in the suit slip away just because his license checks out.

Now, Clark, Watts, and Holt all live out of state, and I've got agents checking their homes and businesses.

But Mr. Warren apparently works right down on Wall Street.

What say we make sure that address isn't just an empty office?

Come on.


[Inmates shouting]

How long has he been working here?

At least two years.

I've been at his desk since last September.

What's this all about?

When was the last time you saw him?

Mr. Warren hasn't called or come in for days.

I've been worried sick. Do you know where he is?

Check IDs on her and everyone else in the building.

Clone the hard drive, photograph everything, and dust it all for prints.

Yes, sir.

[Phone dialing]

[Phone line trilling]

It's a nice office, isn't it?

When you cook up a cover, you don't mess around.

John Warren is our friend's clean cover.

We never use it for work.

It's the most complete identity that John has, and it most closely matches the details of his true past.

But John Warren is still an illusion, the incomplete footprint of a man who doesn't exist.

If we make a mistake, or if Donnelly spots a single flaw, we and the work that we do will be in very grave jeopardy.

John's not the only one in danger, Detective.

You are too.

This is a hell of a pep talk, Finch.

Look, the other three suspects still think they're being held for the murders they were going to commit, but as soon as they figure out Donnelly's actually looking for John, they'll give him up in a heartbeat.

I say let's pin this on one of them.

I'm so glad we're on the same page.

I've been working to identify our three mercenaries.

If we can hand Donnelly a name and a military background for even one of them, it might get John released.

And if that doesn't work, I'm engineering an escape plan.

Yeah, well, you better work fast.

Maybe Fusco can give you a hand.

Wait a second! No!

[Spray hissing]


[Yelling in Armenian]

I'm a cop! What are you doing?

Why are you following me?


You are with the bad Armenians, aren't you?

What are you doing? I'm a cop!

I'm here to help.

Oh, God, my eye!

Fusco's busy, Carter.

I think I'd better handle this.


[Phone beeps]

So what do you think?

Looks pretty damn real to me.

But maybe that just tells us how long our man's been undercover.

Look, from now on, I want you to wear this.

It's a wireless earpiece linked to my laptop.

It's so I can feed you questions and info during your interrogations.

It'll help us be a better team.

Together, we're gonna sift through their lives with a fine-tooth comb.

Got them straight off the servers at Wright-Patterson.

All you need is a factory and you'll be launching your own combat drones inside of six months.


Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

The front desk must have given us the wrong key.



Do you know the penalty for treason?


The look on their faces. I should have brought my camera.

Can we just do this and go?

Okay, John.

If we're gonna be partners, you're gonna have to lighten up.

It's my first triple homicide.

Didn't know I was supposed to prepare jokes.

These aren't murder victims. These are enemy combatants.

But yes, we are killers, John. That is our job.

And if you want to be good at your job, you're gonna have to learn to love your work.

Have you ever killed anyone?

Have you?

Playing games doesn't help your cause, Mr. Warren.

Answering questions does.

That's right, Carter.

Keep him on the defensive.

Now, have you... ever killed anyone?


In the army in '95.

I was in Bosnia for the IFOR peacekeeping mission.

We were on patrol near Kladanj.

Middle of the night, I sneak off the road to take a whiz in the woods.

And there's this Serb militant with a bag of land mines, AK pointed right at me.

It misfired.

That's the only reason why I'm still here.

I jumped him before he could pull again.

We thrashed around in the dirt.

And I broke his neck.

Really don't like talking about this.

Keep pushing. You hit a nerve.

How long did you serve in the military?

'95 to '01.

I was a sergeant in Old Ironsides.

Got out just before 9/11.

Seven years. Long time.

Yeah, my dad was career army.

What's your dad's name?



That's enough about dad.

Get back to the dead Serb. He's vulnerable there.

So you were a military brat?

Ah, kind of.

My mom's family owned a farm just outside of Sumner, Washington.

I stayed home with her when my dad was overseas.

He got out when I was 11, came home to run the farm.

So where did you serve?

You didn't ask what Old Ironsides was.


Warrant Officer. Ivy Division.

Deployments in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Let me guess.

97 Echo.

You were an interrogator.

[Chuckles] Guilty as charged.

[Knock on door]

Excuse me.

Is the earpiece not working?

I'm building rapport.

That's how you get good intel.

Would you rather I waterboarded him?

Of course not, and honestly, everything he's said checks out.

So you think we might be digging in the wrong spot?

No. To catch this man, Carter, I'd dig all the way to China.

We need to hit the other three just as hard.

But we need to work fast.

Powerful forces have already sabotaged this investigation.

We need to know who's who before someone strikes again.

Turn around, please.

Spread your arms, open your mouth, stick out your tongue.

Ever serve in the military?


Ask where he went to middle school.

Where did you go to middle school?

Pullman, Illinois. Robert Goddard.

What was your name again?

Devin Clark.

And where were you born?


Who are you working for?

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

[Inmates shouting]

What's your address?

713 East 66th, apartment 5B.

Middle name.


What's his birth date? Hometown?

Social Security number?


Sarasota, Florida.



What was your MOS?

I told you I wasn't in the military.

Then how the hell did you know what an MOS was?

Now what's your damn name?

Brian Kelly, ex-Navy SEAL. You can read him his rights now.

Let's go.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can--

So that's it. He's our guy.

Unfortunately not.

While our man in the suit was committing homicide in New Rochelle, Mr. Kelly was in Iraq.

Now that he's been identified, the public safety exception no longer applies.

So one down, three to go.

1:00 PM, food and exercise.

[Indistinct chatter]

Well, well, well.

Look what the cat dragged in.

You know, this is the bastard that stole my dog.

Let's be honest. He wanted to leave.


Yeah, you're also the reason I'm stuck in this dump.

Is there a problem here?

No. Nothing that can't be fixed later.

Someone wants to see you.

Hello, John.

Deux Kirs Royaux, s'il vous plait.

Tres bien.

What did they do?

Who cares?

Orders are orders.

Just making sure we have the right target.

They just look like two people in love.

Maybe they are.

Or maybe they're just better at playing their cover than you.

Would it kill you to kiss a girl every once in a while?

Alone at last. Time to get to work.


So, John, your past finally caught up with you.

Whatever the circumstances, it's lovely to see you again.

Relax. Right here. It's a dead zone.

No cameras can see us.

Can't have Agent Donnelly spying on our reunion, can we?

I know all about his hunt for the "man in a suit."

Personally, I think they could've come up with a better name.

Are you going to turn me in, Elias?

And lose Harold as a chess partner?

I was pissed for a while, but the truth is, John, you'll always be the man who came out of nowhere and saved my life.

I want you to think of me as a friend, and when I see my friends in trouble I want to help, so...

Well for starters, don't protect me.

Donnelly used to think I was working for you.

Hey, well, it's not for lack of asking on my part.

See that guy over there?

Yeah. You want us to kill him?

I'm not so sure you could.

I've got a hunch he's a lot like me.

You want to help? Get a picture of him to Harold.

If there's another player at the table, I'd like to know who we're dealing with.

You and me working together.

Very exciting, John.


Come on, there's a precinct two blocks away.

No! No police!

Okay, what's this about?

Why do they want you dead anyway?

Here. Here. Here. Right here. Right here.

[Phone rings]

Thank God. I could use a hand right about now.

Actually, I was hoping for your assistance, Detective.

I'm sending you a picture of the man who is incarcerated with our friend.

Fusco, the Armenians.

I was wondering if you could use NYPD's resources to identify him.

[Phone chimes]

Him? That's easy.

That's the government spook who was sniffing around when Corwin got shot.

Okay. Thank you, Detective.

Any chance you can give us a hand with these Armenians that want to kill--

[Clicks off]

Do you have any enemies?

Well, I'm pretty sure the guy behind that mirror isn't a fan.

[Chuckles] Push for details.

Find the questions he doesn't want you to ask.

Why did you leave the military?

It was time.

Yeah, but a lot of people who felt that way wound up re-enlisting right after 9/11, but not you.

There's a point where if you stay a soldier any longer, you won't know how to be anything else.

So I got out, went back to U-DUB for my MBA.

And after college, where did you work?

Let's see, there was Pacific Capital, Cambridge Securities, BPC.

You moved around a lot.

I guess I was drifting a bit.

Job to job, place to place. Damn near broke for a while.

But then, a good man found me and gave me a... purpose.

Who was that?

My current employer, Howard French.

Keep him talking.

I'm running a background check on Howard French.

Don't worry, Detective.

Howard French will check out just fine.

Oh, and I've hacked the link between Donnelly's computer and your earpiece.

But rest assured, you're the only one that can hear me.

How did you and Mr. French meet?

He found my resume online. Called me in for a meeting.

And then he told me who he was, what he did.

Asked if I wanted to help.

You can call Howard and ask him about me.

I'm sure he's wondering where I am.

Come on out, Carter.

One of the other suspects is ready to talk.

Excuse me.

All right. I know what's going on here.

I've been waiting two damn hours.

And if you're not talking to me, someone else must be talking to you.

Screw that. Nobody rats me out.

My name isn't Devin Clark. It's Charles MacAvoy.

And you give me immunity, I tell you anything you want to know.

Can't give you immunity until I know what you did, Chuck.

So let's start with what you were doing in that bank.

[Door opens]


You ever been to New Rochelle, MacAvoy?


Are you now or have you ever been an employee of Ansible, Worldstrat, or any other private intelligence firm?

Donnelly, look, you're showing all our cards.

Shock and awe, Detective.

We need to know he's our man before we even consider a deal.

Are you the person the police call "the man in the suit"?

What the hell are you talking about, man?

One of the men you were picked up with is a highly trained operator with an agenda all his own.

You tell me who that individual is and you'll get your deal.

[Alarm blaring]

What the hell's going on?

Fire alarm.

Everybody out.

No! We're in the middle of something!

[Alarm continues]

Pardon the interruption, Detective, but I thought now might be a good time for me to test my access to the building's fire alarms.

I need you to drop your phone in MacAvoy's pocket.


[Prisoners shouting]

[Alarm continues]

[Phone rings]

Your name is Charles Bennett MacAvoy.

Your lovely wife and two little girls live in a palatial estate just outside of Houston, Texas.

Your monthly mortgage of $4,200 is easily affordable, considering that you have 6.2 million in a Cayman Islands account.

An account that I've just drained to zero.

The money was payment for illegal mercenary activities, crimes that I doubt you were prepared to divulge to Agent Donnelly.

So the question for you is who would you rather make a deal with, the FBI or me?

False alarm! Everybody back inside!

Who the hell are you?

Blanket immunity.

You tell me what I want to know, and it's yours.

This guy, right here.

What the hell, man?

Someone got to you, didn't they?

What's going on?

Brian Kelly, he just hung himself in his cell.

Between that, this glitch in the fire alarm, and the fact that MacAvoy's hands are sweating now when they were bone dry 20 minutes ago, and I don't trust anyone anymore.

Someone has been tampering with this investigation since it started, and if he's saying it's Holt... then I think it's Warren.

[Phone chimes]

Just got intel on our next gig.

Seems like you could use some leave.

We could be a few days late.

April in Paris? What do you say?

I'm fine.


[Gun clicks] Time to decide.

Which man do you want to be?

The boy scout or the killer?

'Cause I'm sick of working with both.

Nobody made you do this. You chose this life, remember?

But if this isn't you, if you want to be a nice man with a nice job, all you have to do is ask.

I love my work.

All right, Carter, get in there with Warren and break him.

You still haven't told me why you left the military.

You still haven't told me if you ever killed anyone.

Stay on offense, Carter.

Don't let him control the conversation.

And remember, Detective, not so fast, please.

I can backfill almost any detail that John throws out, but it takes time.

When is the last time you left the country?

I was in Mexico for business last May, so the 3rd through the 5th.


Ever been married?


Live with anyone?

Why? You interested?


Get him to name a girlfriend, someone he's been in a relationship with.

Hold that thought, Detective.

It's a tad difficult to create an entire person.

It may take me a moment.

I'm sorry, how many more questions am I going to have to answer?

Tell you what, I'll answer one of yours, then you answer mine.

Have I ever killed anyone? Yeah.

First time was the worst.

2:00 AM raid in Iraq.

They kicked the door, I had about 15 minutes to break a suspected terrorist before the insurgents showed up.

But this night, someone failed to clear a room.

I saw a man with a gun, raised my weapon and fired.

To this day, I don't know if he was a terrorist or... just a guy who woke up at the wrong time.

Okay, ready when you are.

Ever been in love?


Allison West.


There's your answer, by the way.

To what?

Why I left the military.

When the planes hit the towers, I was with Ally in a hotel room in Niagara Falls.

I had just gotten out of the service.

But as we sat together on that bed, watching it all go down, I knew I had to go back.

And I looked at her.

She was quiet, trying to be strong.

I don't know, I-- maybe I was scared.

But when I looked at her, I saw this whole other life.

A life I knew I'd never have if I went back.

So I stayed.

What happened?

I was an idiot.

Let her slip away.

I instantly regretted it, but it was too late.

It's funny how the choices you make change who you become.

Pick one path or the other.

Hear an explosion at a bank and try to help, and suddenly-- all these years later I still wonder... if I had re-upped when the towers came down... who would I be now?

We've been in here for hours.

Do we have anything that proves Warren's not who he says he is?

There's one last test we can try.


[Buzzer, door opens]

Just what kind of test is this exactly?

One of my people spotted the Aryans hassling Warren earlier, so if we let nature run its course, maybe the man in the suit will show us his combat skills.

Are you crazy? You'll start a riot.

I'd like all the guards out of the yard.

Now, please.

Are you scared, fish?


[Overlapping shouting]

[Grunts, coughs]

Come on! Get some!


Come on, fight back.

[Overlapping shouting]


[Overlapping shouting]


He's had enough.

Okay, get up. Let's go.

What the hell happened to you?

You used to be good police.

Ever since this thing started, you've been bending the rules...

I believe that this country is under attack...

And this is not right, Donnelly.

By an invisible enemy.

You are over the line!

I will do whatever I have to do--

All you have to do is watch.

Get Vincent Holt back in that box!

[Door opens, slams]

Your name ain't Holt.

And you're no lawyer. You're a mercenary.

Ex-special forces. Probably Delta.

At least that's what your buddies Kelly and MacAvoy told us.

Now see, they were smart. They got a deal.

But since you won't give me your name, I can just gitmo your ass.

Packer, Wayne F. Now get me a lawyer.

I don't believe you.

Can you offer any proof that's your real name?

I said get me a lawyer.

Not while I still think you're a threat to national security.

Come on, soldier, what's your mission here?

Kelly already told me you set the explosives in the bank.

It wasn't us.

But you just admitted you were with him.

So now I got you on conspiracy.

Your only play is to roll up on your boss.

So who are you working for?

I'm not your rat.

A response that suggests that there is in fact a boss to rat out.

Screw you, bitch.

That adds contract killing and a whole bunch of Rico stuff.

Now you want to give me the name of your boss or can I just charge you as the man in a suit?




That's your man, Donnelly.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you.

You have the right to an attorney.

[The Who's Eminence Front]

Coming out. Open on one.


I'm ready, Detective.

I've emailed you the details of my plan for John's escape.

All you have to do--

Won't be necessary, Finch.

Situation's under control.

And by the way, you owe me a phone.

♪ The sun shines ♪
♪ People forget ♪
♪ The spray flies ♪
♪ as the speedboat glides and people forget ♪
♪ Forget they're hiding ♪
♪ The girls smile ♪
♪ and people forget ♪

Looking for someone?

No one in particular.

Fusco didn't want to celebrate my release?

Finch has him tied up with something.


Only one of us are gonna get out of this.

When I start shooting, you run like hell and don't look back.

No, Lionel. Save yourself.

You ready? Get ready to go.


I just want to say thank you.

I couldn't have got through this without... a friend to talk to.

So was any of it true?

[Gun clicks]

Oh, I sincerely doubt that.

Congratulations, Carter.

You just caught the man in a suit.

Drop your gun. Hands in the air.

It's over, John.

Got your bracelets, Carter? Put them on your friend here.


[Handcuffs clicking]

I told you we'd catch him.

But I'm afraid that's the last collar you'll ever make.

[Handcuffs clicking]

I trusted you, Carter, and you threw it away along with a very promising career.

I'm sorry.

It was my fault.

Actually, John, it's not.

This little game you two have been playing, you didn't give it away. She did.

And now I'm going to find out exactly who you are.

We believe someone inside the Pentagon sold a secure laptop containing some of the source code to a Chinese firm.

We need the laptop returned.

Where are we going?


It's a company town in the middle of China.

Reese, after you secure the package, you're to retire Agent Stanton.

I haven't seen that look in a while.

Everything okay?


Whatever it is, lock it down.

I don't need this guy. I need the killer.

Listen, Kara, there's something you need to--


Sorry, John. Nothing personal.

[Laughs] Something funny?

I got the same orders as you.

[Jets whooshing overhead]

[Rocket fires]

Thank you, Lionel, for everything.

Call me.

[Phone rings]

[Ringing continues]


We have an emergency.

I'm sending you Carter's last known coordinates.

I'll meet you there.

[Pay phone rings]

[Second pay phone rings]

[Several pay phones ringing]

[Ringing continues]

[Automated voices]

Apocryphal. Charlie. Tango.

Toward. Mark. Whiskey.

Where are you taking us?

To a safe house, where I'll contact a friend at Justice, figure out how to proceed with your prosecution.

No backup? You're going it alone, huh?

Well, Carter, I don't know who to trust anymore.

When the man in a suit-- when John here slipped away the first time, I knew he had a mole, somebody on the inside.

And then when his fingerprints went missing and his DNA got switched, I was forced to consider it might be you.

And I'll admit, you played a pretty good game until I put him in the yard alone.

And that's when I saw it... in your eyes.

Genuine concern.

How did he turn you, Carter?

What was your price?

No price. Just helping a friend.

[Scoffs] Then you've been played for a fool.

Recruited as an asset by a private intelligence--

You don't understand, Donnelly, he's a good man.

We're helping people.

[Laughs] Oh, God. Is that what he told you?

Wake up, Carter.

Your friend is nothing more or less than a highly trained murderer.

You don't wind up with that job by accident.

He chose that life.

He chose to become the monster he is.

And now you've made your choice too.


Oh, no.

[Phone rings]

Agent Donnelly, stop your car!

Who is this?

I'm the partner of the man in your backseat.

I have a source that tells me you're in grave danger.

And trust me, my source is never--


[Donnelly grunts]

Hey, lover.

Miss me?

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