Brotherhood

We are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

A machine, that spies on you

every hour of every day.

I designed the machine to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

violent crimes involving ordinary people,

the government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up,

we'll find you.

We got a problem, yo.

Dominic wants the new network up and running in the next 48.

What can I do for you, Detective?

I'm looking for information on a gang called The Brotherhood.

It's run by a guy named Dominic.

We haven't met yet.

Ambitious and smart.

Maybe steer clear of this Dominic.

Deal's going down.

The Armenians are already here.

Watch your back in case things get jumpy.

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Are you at the school, Mr. Reese?

Academics really aren't my thing.

Maybe you should be on this assignment, Professor.

I have quite a few assignments of my own.

Including papers to grade...

or I had papers to grade.

Gonna have to tell your students,

your dog ate their homework.

So our new number's in this grade school?

One of them, yes.

Tracie Booker, eight years old.

We received her number

along with that of her 14-year-old brother, Malcolm.

Here, check your phone.

Could be dealing with a domestic issue.

Have you located their mom?

1412 Hazen Street, Rikers Island.

I'm afraid their mother's in prison

on a weapons violation.

The father's deceased and I have yet to locate

any relatives.

So they're in the system.

Foster children.

It seems that school is the one constant

in their lives.

Not today.

There's no sign of Tracie anywhere.

Perhaps a fellow student knows where she is?

No one's gonna get caught dead talking to a cop,

not in this neighborhood.

Funny, I didn't have any problems

getting Malcolm's friends to talk.

Although, one of them did ask me for my number.

Have you located Malcolm, Ms. Shaw?

Negative.

He didn't show for school today.

Looks like you're gonna have to work

your magic after all, John.

Excuse me, um...

Have any of you seen Tracie Booker today?

5-0. Let's go, girls.

Wait...

Um...

All right, I'll play you for it.

Hopscotch.

Don't go hurting yourself, old man.

Want us to drop a dime?

It's gonna cost ya.

Good news, Harold, I got a lead.

Bad news, I need more petty cash.

Need I remind you, Mr. Reese that our recent deposit

has to last for a very long time.

Where are you?

Malcolm walks Tracie to school every morning.

I'm retracing their route.

The children go to separate schools

across town from each other.

They'd have to leave at the crack of dawn

to be on time.

I think we're the ones who are too late.

Just stumbled on a crime scene.

Let's hope the kids aren't here.

We have a gang-related shooting.

Three adult, African-Americans

and three Armenians, deceased.

Two males with multiple GSWs.

Excuse me...

You're tampering with our evidence.

Detective Riley, Homicide.

Agent Lennox, DEA.

This is my partner, Thomsen.

What exactly happened her?

Normally, I'd say you can read it in our report.

But since you asked so nice, I'm willing to share.

Knock yourself out, Riley.

I'll call it in.

No colors, no bandanas,

and no ID.

It's The Brotherhood.

You've heard of them.

It appears they were making a drug trade with the Armenians.

Looks like the only thing they traded were bullets.

What went wrong?

I've heard The Brotherhood's leader

strikes a hard bargain.

Maybe the Armenians didn't like his negotiation tactics.

Dominic.

DEA's been trying to lay eyes on him for months.

No luck. You?

No.

Dominic's smart.

He let's his men handle the drug deals

and the risk.

Who's left standing?

Armenian.

Doubt he'll make it through the night.

And a piece of muscle with a gunshot wound.

One of Dominic's boys.

Unfortunately, he's not talking either.

Guessing The Brotherhood didn't hire him

for his conversation.

I got a puzzle here, Riley.

I got two four-seater vehicles,

eight gangsters,

and one large bag of heroin.

Only piece missing is the drug money.

Exactly.

We tossed this building and the cars, it's not here.

So who took it?

Given the street value of the heroin,

I'd say that's the $1/2 million question.

I'm betting whoever it is won't make it till sundown.

Agent Lennox, got something you should see.

Detective, we have a problem.

I've managed to track the booker children

via their government issued Metro cards.

They exited the 5th Avenue station.

5th Avenue.

You don't suppose the children

ditched school to go shopping?

Funny you should mention that.

They're buying new clothes.

It would appear that the children

have stolen the drug money.

Think you can intercept them before someone else does?

I'll do my best.

I need to use the bathroom.

Can't you hold it?

Hold up.

Come on Tracie, run!

Malcolm? Tracie?

You got the kids, Professor?

I've lost them.

I hope it's not for good.

The children have proven more resourceful than expected.

But their antics have raised more than a few eyebrows.

At this rate, it won't be long

before The Brotherhood catches up with them.

Not to mention the Armenians.

Perhaps you should enlist the help of the DEA.

I already told Agent Lennox about Malcolm and Tracie.

There's a BOLO out for the kids now.

I shudder to think what will happen

if the gangs find them before we do.

So let's beat the perps to the punch.

Stop them first.

What exactly do you have in mind?

Got a little job for Shaw.

It requires some medical experience.

And I think it's time you caught up with an old friend.

Hello, Harold.

I must confess, I've missed our little chess matches.

Where have you been keeping yourself?

Guess you could say that I've decided to go back to school.

I imagine you'd fit in rather well in academia.

And yet, here you are.

Please, I've heard about the missing drug money.

And the little thieves who stole it.

John's trying to get the children to safety

but he needs time.

And you want me to play mediator again?

We would be in your debt.

You already are.

I can control the Armenians.

But you'll have to deal with The Brotherhood yourself.

John seemed to think that you've tried to

contact their leader.

Dominic, he's proven to be elusive.

Perhaps even more elusive than you, Harold.

I'm just a man on a subway train.

A humble teacher?

I played that role once myself.

And John's a detective now.

I'm curious, why the sudden career shift?