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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 know because I built it.

I designed the machine to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving ordinary people.

Crimes the government considered irrelevant.

They wouldn't act, so I decided I would.

But I needed a partner.

Help!

Somebody help me! Please!

I'm locked onto Ms. McNabb's position.

She's two blocks from you being pursued north on Avenue D.

Are you there? Now she's moving west on 5th Street heading toward...

Oh, dear.

Where are you? There's no more time!

You have to do something!

No. Please!

Relax, Finch.

I'm here.

Haley's safe.

- Who are you? - Protector of the innocent.

Heard you could use some protecting.

Your embezzling boss didn't like the idea

of you testifying against him in court,

so sent this joker to make sure it didn't happen.

Mr. Dillinger, didn't he send two hit men after Ms. McNabb?

Last one, I promise.

I hope the threats required an ambulance.

And not a coroner.

I can't believe that you saved my life.

Don't mention it.

You've had a very traumatic experience.

You probably shouldn't be on your own right now.

I don't know about you, Haley, but I could use a drink.

It's Saturday, Finch.

The numbers never stop coming, Mr. Dillinger.

I believe I told you that upfront.

Guy could use a little R&R once in a while.

You ever think about getting someone else in the rotation?

You are the rotation and it's time to get to work.

Oh, and Mr. Dillinger.

The next time an attractive woman

wants to thank you for saving her life,

a simple, "You're welcome" should suffice.

Who was that?

My boss. Needs me to put in some overtime.

Thanks for getting me out of trouble.

Thanks for getting into trouble.

It's not good for you to be in here all clay by yourself, Harold.

You ever think about getting a dog?

Oh, thank you, but I'm afraid I don't drink coffee.

No, it's tea, black chai. That is your poison, right?

- It's sencha green, actually. - Well, close enough.

Seeing as how the only thing I know about you is your name

which isn't really your name.

All you need to know about me, Mr. Dillinger,

is that I pay you to stop bad things before they happen.

- Now, are we ready to get started? - Long as the check's clear.

Daniel Casey. Born and raised in Tucson, Arizona.

He got into Cal Poly's Computer Science Program

but dropped out a year before graduating.

- Must you do that? - Oh, you like this?

I call her Greta. Blackwater souvenir.

If only she'd cook me dinner.

Casey's somewhat of a loner. No family to speak of.

He freelances with various tiger teams around the country.

Is that as exciting as it sounds?

Companies use tiger teams

to test their security systems for weaknesses,

which they can find by hacking in themselves.

So the answer's no.

Casey's infiltrated numerous companies over the years.

Perhaps he saw something that he wasn't supposed to see.

Or stole something he wasn't supposed to.

Two months ago, Casey canceled his phone and cable subscriptions

and he hasn't made a single bank transaction since.

Well, I hate to say it, Finch, but this guy could be dead.

I appreciate your optimism, Mr. Dillinger,

but I'm certain that he's alive because I've received his number.

Yes, the numbers.

You know, one day, you're gonna have to tell me

how you get your divine intel.

So, how do we find Casey?

If Mr. Casey's in some kind of trouble,

he may attempt to contact old friends.

This is Lester Strickland. Casey worked for him upon occasion.

According to his Connectroid profile,

Strickland spends Saturdays at a bar watching horse races.

That might be a place to start.

Do I look like the equestrian type?

I'm sure you'll figure something out.

Hey, pal, give me your best lager.

Word is I am Spartacus is favored to win 10-to-1.

He better win, I just dropped 2 G's on him.

Wow, you're a braver man than I. To I am Spartacus.

I shouldn't even be here right now.

My boss is breaking my balls, making me work weekends.

You ought to get into business for yourself, my friend.

Answer to no one.

- What's your trade? - I audit security systems.

Yeah? You know, I got a buddy of mine in that industry.

Maybe you two have crossed paths. His name's Daniel Casey.

Mr. Dillinger, what are you doing?

- Casey, huh? - Yeah.

Yeah, we went to Cal Poly together way back when.

- So, you know him? - No, I'm afraid not.

But if I do run into him, I'll tell him you said hello.

- What'd you say your name was? - I didn't.

Admit it, Finch. You were surprised when I brought up Cal Poly.

Didn't think I was listening, did you?

I was more surprised by how direct you were regarding Mr. Casey.

Is it necessary to be so intimidating?

We don't get to Casey until Strickland calls him.

He's not gonna do that unless he's spooked.

And if he calls Mr. Casey,

no doubt he'll tell him to steer clear of you.

You don't like the way I do things,

you're more than welcome to come get dirty in the trenches.

How about that?

And there we go.

Hello?

Daniel, what the hell did you get yourself into?

They came to see you, didn't they?

Yeah, some Neanderthal claiming to be an old pal of yours.

And he wasn't the only one. About an hour ago, some couple,

a man and a woman stopped me outside my coffee joint,

asking if I'd seen you.

Never been so popular in my life. I'll stay scarce until the meeting.

Right, well, I'll have that package ready for you by tomorrow

in case you need it.

Thanks, Lester.

You're the only friend I have right now.

Keep your head down, kid.

What do you think that package was?

Mr. Strickland's area of expertise is false documents.

It may be that he's creating a fake identity for Mr. Casey.

Casey's trying to hide from someone.

Sounds like that couple Strickland mentioned

might be after him.

And they have a headstart.

Yeah, but they don't have the Finchinator on their side

working his hacker mojo.

The number that Strickland dialed is a prepaid cell phone.

If I can access the carrier that it belongs to,

I may be able to elicit GPS coordinates.

Where the hell did you learn to do all that stuff anyway?

As I've said before, Mr. Dillinger, I'm a very private person.

Yeah.

Mr. Casey's signal still hasn't moved.

It may be time to start looking for him inside the hotel.

Short of getting me a job as a bellhop,

I don't know how I'll find him.

And how can you be sure that the other party

hasn't already found him inside?

Because I think I just made them outside.

Strickland said a man and a woman, right?

There are eight million people in this city.

The thing about operators, we can smell our own.

Plus they haven't moved since I got here.

Yeah, trust me, Finch. I just found our threat.

I'm sending you a photo of the couple, Finch.

Can't you do some sort of facial matching thing online?

It's not quite that simple, Mr. Dillinger.

Though it may not matter. That man is CIA.

- Mind telling me how you know that? - It's a long story.

But whatever trouble Mr. Casey's gotten into,

it involves the United States government.

And what I can tell you about that man

is he's highly efficient.

Are you sure they haven't made you as well?

Please, Finch. You hired me for a reason.

Give me a little more credit than that.

Maybe, if we finish early,

Mark will let us stay in town an extra day or two.

Never pictured you as a Rockefeller ice-skating type, Kara.

I was thinking more like

take over the drug trade for Christmas,

burn it down by New Year's.

- That sounds like a hell of a party. - You got plans?

Going back to stalking the ex-girlfriend again?

Thinking more like Aruba. Something about killing a citizen

makes me wanna kick back on a beach.

I'm not ready to see you in a Speedo.

And don't consider Daniel Casey a citizen.

He waived that right when he stole State secrets.

They still want us to take his teeth?

Proof of death. Couple molars should do it.

DNA swab's a lot easier to get through airport security

- than a whole bag full of teeth. - I don't make the rules.

It looks like we've got another problem across the street.

That tall drink of water?

I got a Christmas list of ways to dispose of him.

He's not one of ours.

Looks local not foreign government.

My guess? Private military. Mere.

Maybe Casey hired some muscle. Think we should take him out first?

Let's keep him in play. See what he does.

If he's a problem, we'll put him in the ground along with Casey.