Endgame

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 politicians come and go,

but we'll be here forever.

Beecher's looking for answers.

I always told Cal to be careful.

Being a cop's a dangerous job.

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?

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.

They're all cops.

Four of them are known members of HR,

leaving a high probability that the rest may be as well.

Three 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.

Perhaps.

Meantime, you might want to get Bear here fitted for a vest.

Vest?

Not like yours, Finch. K-9 ballistic.

For when things get chaotic.

Heard anything, Lionel?

If you're looking for info on HR, I got something you wanna see.

Everything okay here? Detective Fusco.

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?

DA.

I think you can take it from here, Officer.

Nice badge. 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?

Peter Yogorov.

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?

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?

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.

Maybe.

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.

Thanks, Alonzo.

Anytime.

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.

Spoke to Carter this morning.

Says she's stepping down on the Beecher case.

You believe her?

Even if I didn't, we can't have any more bodies dropping right now.

Keep an eye on her just in case.

Will do.

- Did Yogorov accept our new terms? - Not yet.

He wants to meet at a grain depot in Red Hook.

Meet him in Siberia if he wants.

Just get him to agree to the new price.

Who's the new guy?

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 ten percent.

Why?

Cost of doing business.

If I'm going to pay more, I ought to get more. Don't you think?

Like What?

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.

I didn't come to hear you bitch, Yogorov.

You kicking in the extra ten percent 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.

Tell me you didn't use the front door.

I never do.

Where's Taylor?

Somewhere safe.

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.

All right.

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.

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.

'Sup, Joss?

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.