|03x08 - Endgame
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(Finch) 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.
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.
(Quinn) The politicians come and go, but we'll be here forever.
(Simmons) Beecher's looking for answers.
(Quinn) I always told Cal to be careful.
Being a cop's a dangerous job.
(Carter) HR rebuilt itself from ashes, 'cause we didn't cut off the head.
If we had, Cal might still be alive.
I'm playing by different rules now, until I can bring down the boss.
Who do you and Simmons report to?
Who calls the shots?
(Man) Those bastards think they can steal from me?
Then they're gonna reap what they sow.
Finch, you doing a little spring cleaning?
I wish I was.
I received numbers this morning.
38 of them, to be precise.
Maybe the machine blew a belt or something.
It's not a lawn mower, Mr. Reese.
It's also never wrong.
While I haven't decoded all the numbers, there does appear to be a common thread.
(Reese) They're all cops.
Four of them are known members of HR, leaving a high probability that the rest may be as well.
3 dozen members of HR, all about to commit a violent crime?
Or they've been targeted, and HR is under siege.
Things are about to get chaotic, Mr. Reese.
I've already contacted Ms. Shaw to enlist her assistance.
I'll see if Fusco's heard any rumblings around the Eighth of an HR conflict.
If we could locate the source of the threat, perhaps we could defuse the situation before it escalates.
Meantime, you might want to get Bear here fitted for a vest.
Not like yours, Finch. K-9 ballistic.
For when things get chaotic.
(Reese) Heard anything, Lionel?
(Fusco) If you're looking for info on HR, I got something you wanna see.
[Man speaking Russian]
Everything okay here?
I'm Detective Stills.
Can we be of any assistance?
Not unless you speak Russian.
Best I can tell, he was driving along, and he came upon a burning car.
Then-- if I got this right-- someone knocked him out and stole his truck.
Zdravstvuyte, my friend.
What kind of truck were you driving?
Office supply truck? A delivery truck?
I think you can take it from here, Officer.
Nice badge. You wanna give me a warning next time you do something like that?
But that would ruin the surprise.
So what does all this have to do with HR?
Know who has an office supply company?
He uses it to smuggle drugs into the city.
Under the HR alliance, the cops are supposed to provide safe passage.
Now you wanted to know why HR might be in trouble?
How about the Russians losing a truck full of contraband on their watch?
(Reese) Think you can get us a look at that camera feed?
Yeah, I love using all my favors for you guys.
What do you think, Finch?
I'm inclined to agree with Detective Fusco.
So Yogorov blames HR for his missing shipment.
Decides to sever ties.
And targets 38 members of HR's rank.
This situation is a powder keg, Mr. Reese.
It's about to explode.
So who lit the fuse?
(Quinn) Whole department's reeling.
Not too sure of how many more funerals the NYPD can endure.
Do you have any idea what happened between Detective Terney and Officer Laskey?
I wasn't aware of any conflict.
Didn't even know they knew each other.
Well, there's some speculation that it's HR-related.
Mayor's concerned about a resurgence in organized crime.
Last time we talked, you seemed to indicate that HR might have been behind my godson's murder.
I-I don't know.
All I know is taking on HR... it's like fighting a battle that can't be won.
One step forward, three steps back.
And now, losing my partner...
I need to close the book on Cal's murder.
I have to move on.
I wanted to tell you that in person.
Joss... you're one of the most dedicated cops I know, and the city could use more like you.
Cal would be very proud of everything you did.
And don't worry.
We will find who's responsible for his death.
I've got a big briefing with the Mayor.
I'll take care of this.
I'll see you soon.
I look forward to it.
(Quinn) Spoke to Carter this morning.
Says she's stepping down on the Beecher case.
You believe her?
Even if I did, we can't have any more bodies dropping right now.
Keep an eye on her just in case.
Did Yogorov accept our new terms?
- Not yet.
He wants to meet at a grain depot in Red Hook.
(Quinn) Meet him in Siberia if he wants.
Just get him to agree to the new price.
(Yogorov) Who's the new guy?
(Simmons) This is Mitchell.
He'll be running point on tomorrow night's shipment.
So we still on schedule?
Just in time to restock the shelves.
My guy will call you when he hits Laurel Hill.
We'll escort the trucks, provide safe passage through town.
But it's gonna cost an extra 10%.
Cost of doing business.
If I'm going to pay more, I ought to get more.
Don't you think?
My brother's still in Rikers, for one.
You were supposed to get us both out.
Well, these things take time.
It's in progress.
I'm starting to feel less like your partner and more like your errand boy.
We launder your money, sell your drugs, even take out your trash.
Like that narco cop you were too afraid to knock off.
(Simmons) I didn't come to hear you bitch, Yogorov.
You kicking in the extra 10% or what?
I don't think so.
You don't pay, we don't provide safe passage for the drugs.
Anything happens, it's on you.
I'll take my chances.
What do you wanna do?
Let me worry about that.
I need you on a new assignment.
[Keys hit tabletop]
Tell me you didn't use the front door.
I never do.
Any reason he wouldn't be safe here?
Like your off-the-books pursuit of HR?
Everyone needs a hobby.
Most hobbies don't involve dirty cops staked outside your apartment.
If you want, I can take care of him for you.
I'd appreciate it if you left him alone.
Respectfully, I'd appreciate it if you left me alone for a while too.
Now's not the time to fly solo, Carter.
Don't get me wrong, John.
I appreciate everything you've done for me and the city.
But in the eyes of the law, you're still a criminal.
And HR already knows we work together.
And if they could prove it...
No, I'm sorry.
I gotta finish this alone.
Do what you need to do.
But HR won't go down without a fight.
If you get in over your head, give me a call.
With the way you guys keep tabs on me, how much trouble can I get in?
Watch your back, Joss.
(Vogel) Read your file, Carter.
Top of your class at the academy, high marks across the board-- that's great.
Now, throw it all out.
None of it's worth a damn out here on the street.
Excuse me for one second.
I'll be right back.
What are you doing here, Paul?
Just got back into town.
Friend hooked me up with a construction crew.
I see you traded in one uniform for another.
Guess you, uh, always had a thing for hunting bad guys.
None of that answers my question.
Wanted to see how you were getting along, you know?
See how our son was doing.
You think you can just show up after two years and ask to see Taylor?
Look, Joss, things are better now, okay?
So that means you went to the VA?
Nah, I don't need some head shrinker analyzing me.
All right, Joss?
I just needed some time to just clear my head.
It's not that simple, Paul.
I saw the toll combat took on you.
You still think I'm a danger, don't you?
Joss, I never laid a hand on either one of y'all. - No!
I'd just find you asleep on the kitchen floor cradling a gun, with our son in the next room.
Well, that's not gonna happen again.
Because if you don't get help, you'll never have a relationship with your son.
And until then, I think it's best you stay away from both of us.
I got your messages, Fusco.
All ten of 'em.
I heard what happened to Laskey.
How you holding up?
It's never an easy thing, losing a partner.
Kinda makes you wonder what really went down between those two that night.
Not sure I wanna know.
You know what I think?
I think someone else was there.
I think someone shot them both and staged the scene.
The only question is, who?
I don't know, Fusco.
But whatever happened, I don't want any part of it.
Terney was the one who told you HR had your boyfriend killed.
Now he's dead along with your rookie partner?
I mean, don't you wanna know why?
Something I realized...
It's not always worth the risk to know why.
I guess not.
It'll be all right, Fusco.
Just lay low for a while.
Hey, listen, I gotta get back.
Don't stay a stranger, all right?
Hey, it's me.
I need you to pay someone a visit.
(Nikolai) Just got word.
Our shipment's crossed state lines.
So far, no signs of trouble.
Makes me wonder why we ever needed cops for this in the first place.
What the hell?
You know what crime you're most guilty of, Peter?
Letting this man cook for you.
Those look heavy.
If I wanted you dead, I'd be a little more creative than this.
I'm surprised you're still in town.
Figured you be on a beach somewhere, sipping mai tais and licking your wounds.
I just can't leave yet.
Not with front-row seats to this little drama playing out between you and HR.
I don't know what you're talking about.
The wheels of history are turning again, Peter.
Take my word for it.
If the cops can't control you, they'll betray you.
Just like they did me.
But unlike me, you still have a chance to do something about this.
Words of wisdom from the man who killed my father.
Tell me why I should listen to you.
Enemy of my enemy.
I just can't pass up a chance to watch HR suffer.
Let that simmer for 15 minutes, then stir with vinegar.
[Dialing, line ringing]
[Cell phone rings]
Yogorov got the package.
Whether he received the message is another story.
He'll understand soon enough.
Save everyone a lot of trouble if you'd let me kill him.
(Carter) That won't be necessary.
In fact, you might want to keep a low profile for the next couple days.
Already planning on it.
And whatever you're up to, Officer, I wish you the best of luck.
I have a feeling you're gonna need it.
Who was on the phone?
Someone who owes me a favor.
It's all there?
Everything but the kitchen sink. Tried it, didn't fit.
I appreciate you not telling the guys about this.
Boys can't have all the toys.
You're fixing to have quite a party with all this stuff.
You sure you don't need an assist?
The 37 mil can be tricky.
But I can take it from here.
Honestly, Mr. Reese, this looks like something you would do.
Gotta admit, I wish I was invited.
After digging into 30 out of the 38 HR numbers, not a single man possesses the talents displayed in that footage.
I'm not so sure it was a man.
Come take a look at this.
I think our assailant might be a woman.
A woman sets a car on fire and attacks a drug shipment wearing a gas mask?
Who does that remind you of, Mr. Reese?
(Shaw) What are you guys looking at?
All right, you're being weird.
This your handiwork?
I guess she does know her way around a 37 mil.
Ms. Shaw, you know something about this?
I know someone needed firepower.
Reese had plenty, so I made a donation on his behalf.
That's my grenade launcher?
Oh, my God, that's Detective Carter, isn't it?
Your social circle isn't terribly wide.
She told me she didn't want you guys involved.
Because we would have tried to talk her out of it.
Until now, her investigation into HR has fallen on the legal side of things.
Pitting them against the Russians?
You two get eyes on every one of those numbers.
And how exactly can we be 40 places at once?
I don't care.
If they find out Carter's behind this, only one number's coming up-- hers.
[Cell phone rings]
Good morning, Alonzo.
How did you get this number?
On the burner phone your man dropped when he made off with my supply truck last night.
I was sorry to hear about what happened to your shipment, but I'm not exactly sure what you're implying.
You ripped me off, old man.
Taking your toys and going home.
Except they weren't your toys to take.
(Quinn) I'm going to pretend you're having a momentary lapse in judgment.
You got robbed, and now you're not thinking straight.
Well, then let me be extra clear right now.
I'm looking at names and pictures of top-level HR members.
Return my drugs, or your men don't make it home for dinner.
Finch, I haven't found Carter, but I think I know who the head of HR is.
And I believe I know as well.
I just decoded the last number.
The Mayor's Chief of Staff would be in a prime position to lead HR from the shadows.
(Reese) He's also the man who ordered Beecher's death.
This is more personal for Carter than we thought.
Then you'd better do everything in your power to find her.
(Carter) I see you're looking for me.
Where are you?
I can't tell you that.
But I know exactly where you are.
Thought you promised to keep your distance.
That was before I knew you were starting a war.
We know about Quinn and what he did to Cal.
Then you know why he can't get away with it.
Take it from me.
Revenge isn't the answer.
Tell me where you are. Please just let me help you.
You once asked me to trust you to do what needed to be done.
Now I'm asking the same of you.
(Quinn) Talk to me.
No one knows who hit the Russian truck.
Video footage from the RTCC is conveniently missing.
This has "Man In The Suit" written all over it.
Frankly, I don't care who stole Yogorov's cargo.
If he's considering an end to our alliance, he's a major liability.
He's threatening our people.
I'd say the alliance is finished.
Peter Yogorov doesn't have the stones to come after us.
Boss, what the hell just happened?
Someone just took a shot at me in my office.
He wants to bite the hand that feeds, he can starve.
Round up his top ranks and take them on out to Red Hook.
Kill 'em and bury 'em.
But bring Yogorov to me.
I'll deal with that son of a bitch myself.
(Finch) While you were looking for Detective Carter, I received more numbers.
It appears that HR has responded to the Russian threat in kind.
Guess it was only a matter of time until this escalated into an all-out war.
If you'll forgive my gallows humor, I'll put my money on HR.
Why do you say that?
Because they have something on their side that the Russians don't, Mr. Reese.
(Simmons) Grab Yogorov's men.
Keep it quiet.
No blood on the streets.
Hands where I can see them.
Get out of the car.
(Yogorov) Nikolai, where the hell are you?
Watch your back. HR's moving against us.
[Pounding on door]
First five guys through that door get early retirement!
(Carter) That come with a pension?
I remember you.
Good, we can skip the introduction.
HR already rounded up all your boys.
You're the last little Indian.
And right now, they're on their way here to kill you.
So if you wanna live, you're coming with me.
Last time I went with you, you arrested me.
Guess old habits die hard.
Aren't we, little man, hmm?
I'm sorry. He just showed up.
It's all right, thanks for calling.
Paul, can I talk to you outside?
Why not here?
I mean, the boy's old enough to hear what you have to say.
Take my son into his room.
Sure. Come on, Taylor.
[Footfall on stairs]
The hell are you doing, besides giving me a good reason to lock you up?
A boy needs a father in his life.
A father who's willing to admit when he needs help.
You know what?
You didn't see combat like I did.
You spent your time back on a base, chatting up terrorists.
And then when you came home, [Chuckles] you were fine.
You think it was that easy for me?
I had problems too.
But I found ways to handle them.
Look, just because I did it by myself doesn't mean you have to.
Okay, so let me guess.
I should go... talk to the VA, right?
I told you, I'm not gonna do that.
That's right, because you run from your problems.
I'm not running!
You gonna shoot me now, Joss?
Get out of my house.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
I'm sorry you had to hear that.
What's wrong with daddy?
Sometimes he gets mad.
And he doesn't know why.
Will he get better?
I don't know, baby.
But hey... as long as we got each other, you and I are gonna be fine.
This your idea of protection?
A sheriff station in Bedford?
I booked you as a DUI under the name Joe Manco.
Should keep you alive for a few hours, at least.
The best I could do for the guy who took a shot at the head of HR.
I didn't take a shot at anyone.
Thing about dirty cops, Peter... they're not big on evidence.
Do you recognize this man?
That cop got shot a few months back.
His name's Cal Beecher.
He was Alonzo Quinn's godson.
Remind me to send flowers.
Peter, I know Quinn's the head of HR.
And I know he ordered your men to carry out the hit on Beecher.
Even if that were true... never be able to prove it.
But then again...
I've been following HR and the Russians for months.
I've gathered enough evidence to put almost everybody away.
So then why are we talking?
Because it's your lucky day.
I want Quinn's head more than I want yours.
I'd rather rot in prison than be labeled a rat.
Every room I go in, I always look for the exits.
I was a soldier.
Can't turn it off.
So trust me when I tell you you only have one way out of this.
And that's Quinn going down.
He stays out there, doesn't matter who else I arrest, he'll be coming for you eventually.
I can take care of myself.
I respect that.
I really do.
But can you say the same for your brother?
You ever wonder why HR's kept him in Rikers?
There are about half a dozen corrupt cops awaiting trial on the same cell block as your brother right now.
You sign this statement...
I could get Laszlo moved to safer facilities within the next few hours.
So what's it gonna be?
[Paper slides across desk]
Just show me the damn statement.
[Writes on paper]
I get an arrest warrant for Quinn.
You sure you got a judge you can trust with that?
Quinn liked to spread that money around.
We made him a lot of it.
Spent the last few days vetting judges.
Narrowed it down to a couple.
My statement, the evidence you got, and this whole thing comes down to blind luck.
Do me a favor, Officer.
Because if you don't, then you, me, and my brother... are all dead.
Scared me half to death, Carter.
Can't take any chances.
Yeah, Wonder Boy told me what you're up to.
This your idea of laying low?
I had to make a bit of a mess.
That's why I needed to see you.
I'm not sure why.
I couldn't figure out at first why you didn't read me into this thing.
Why you cut me out.
Then I realized you still don't trust me.
I get it.
I guess there's a certain stink you really can't wash off.
That's not it, Fusco.
But I know how hard it was for you to get out from underneath HR.
Anything goes wrong, you're the first guy they're gonna come for.
I was trying to protect you.
Protect me? By keeping me in the dark?
I thought we were partners.
We are. That's why I'm here now.
It's to a safety deposit box at the one state bank in Hoboken.
Inside is everything I collected on HR.
Recordings, money trails, everything.
I'm about to get an arrest warrant for Quinn.
Then I'm gonna arrest him.
But if anything happens...
I need you to hold on to that.
No way you're gonna come here with this "If anything happens to me" crap.
Lionel, you're the only person in the world I trust with this.
Plus... you're the best partner I ever had.
If you think I'm gonna let you take down Quinn by yourself after coming here and saying something like that, you got another thing coming.
We'll take your car, but I'm driving.
Oh, you might want to get your vest.
Let me grab it.
You know what?
Grab your 12-gauge too.
But I gotta do this one alone.
[Keys hit ground]
All this could have been avoided if your boss hadn't tried to kill mine.
Carter's so determined to get Quinn, she's forgotten about collateral damage.
You ready, Shaw?
One question-- once we save the bad Russians from the bad cops, what exactly are we gonna do with them?
Let's finish this.
FBI! Who's in charge here?
Detective Stan Mitchell.
We got a tip the Russians were making a deal out here.
We came to bust it up.
(Barnes) You know, we got a tip as well.
Bunch of corrupt cops were gonna kill some Russians over a pile of missing drugs.
[Dog sniffs, barks]
Mind if we look in your trunk?
Hope you got a good lawyer, Detective.
Guess our work here is done.
[Gun uncocks, cell phone vibrates]
Did you find her, Lionel?
She found me. But she, uh...
Let me guess.
She ditched you.
She's going alone on this one.
She doesn't want any help.
They'll kill her if they figure out what she's up to, John.
We'd better find her then.
Let's split up.
Spread out in case Finch comes up with her location.
[Phone line rings]
[Phone rings, beeps]
Judge Monahan? It's Joss Carter.
I apologize for calling so late, but I was hoping you could grant me an arrest warrant tonight.
It can't be done in the morning?
I'm afraid not.
I have a sworn statement implicating a prominent member of city hall in a major crime and corruption ring.
Have you spoken to the DA about this?
I will, first thing in the morning.
But right now, I need the warrant.
Get here as soon as you can.
Sir, this is Judge Andrew Monahan.
I'm sorry to bother you at home.
I just received a call you might want to be aware of.
Do you know a police officer by the name of Joss Carter?
You were right to contact me.
Tell me everything she told you.
You made detective.
What you need, Paul?
I didn't come here to ask you for anything.
Just wanted to show you this.
Good for you.
You look better.
I mean, not all the way, but some.
The counseling's kicking my ass.
Lot of stuff I didn't wanna relive-- things I did, people I hurt.
Yeah, uh, Paul, I--
No, no, no. I know.
There's no going back.
I see that now.
But they keep telling me I have to find a way forward, a purpose.
That's what I'm working on now.
I just wanted you to know that.
If there's ever anything I can do for Taylor, for both of you, here's my number.
Thanks for hearing me out, Joss.
[Phone rings, beeps]
Paul, it's me.
Oh, hey, Joss.
Let me get him for you.
Actually, I needed to tell you something.
For taking care of him.
It's good he can rely on you.
That's how it's supposed to be, Joss.
That's how it always should have been.
Hold on, somebody wants to talk to you.
How's it going over there?
Good. Dad tried to make a casserole.
We ended up ordering pizza.
Y'all are hopeless.
Just driving and, uh...
I wanted to say I'm sorry.
To me... you're still my little dude, you know?
Sometimes I-I forget you're practically all grown up.
These last eight months, I've been secretive, keeping you in the dark.
You're protecting me. I get it.
But whatever you're doing, you know you don't have to do it alone, right?
You got my back, don't you?
Always. And not just me.
Lots of people care about you.
If you ever need any help, all you have to do is ask.
You know that, right?
I love you, baby boy.
I'll call you tomorrow.
I love you too, mom.
[Knock on door]
Judge Monahan, thank you so much for--
Let's get this over with, shall we?
I wouldn't be here this late if it wasn't important, Your Honor.
See, this warrant is the key to our--
He wasn't talking about the warrant, Joss.
Heard you were looking for me.
Figured I'd save you the trouble.
I'll spare you the Shakespeare quote.
(Quinn) You know, I think that's your problem.
You see yourself as a protagonist in some great tragedy.
Determined to face the world alone.
Even if it gets you killed.
"To be or not to be," bitch.
For what it's worth, I had hoped that we could have avoided this day.
At least have the balls to pull the trigger yourself.
Don't outsource me like you did your own godson.
I don't relish what happened to him, but sometimes sacrifices are necessary for the greater good.
My mistake was not having you killed along with Cal.
Then neither of you would have had to die alone.
You were right.
I was wrong.
I thought I could take you down alone.
Always did have trust issues.
Tried to do it clean.
Photos, recordings, sworn testimony.
But then I realized you're just too dirty.
Everywhere I turned, you had friends ready to help you out.
And I was alone.
I called some friends of my own.
You get all that, fellas?
She's not wired.
(Carter) It's a brave new world, boys.
Don't you read the papers?
Anyone can listen in on your phone.
Even when it's turned off.
(Quinn) My mistake was not having you killed along with Cal.
Then neither of you would have had to die alone.
Now, Mr. Reese.
Get your ass up here, now!
Thanks for the help.
Thanks for the call.
Where are we taking him?
Fed building downtown.
The FBI may be the only ones we can trust.
Lot of dirty cops between here and there.
This will be the last mistake you ever make.
Get your hands on your--
Where the hell are they?
He shot out the engine.
He didn't shoot your camera.
(Simmons) Get this out on the wire.
Our people only.
Not just the ones in blue.
I want every criminal outfit on the street to have this picture.
The man in the suit dies tonight.
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