4C

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'll never find us,

but victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we'll find you.

WOMAN (ON PA): Your attention, please.

Flight 763 to Istanbul has been oversold.

Passengers who do not yet have a seat assignment

should check with the agent at Gate 39.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Wiley, we've had to bump you.

I can get you on the next non-stop to Istanbul tomorrow morning.

But I'm told there's a problem with the server.

- How many bags did you check? - No baggage.

Oh, here we go. It looks like the system's back up.

I see your previous reservation was for a one-way ticket.

Would you like to purchase the return leg now?

I'm not sure when I'll be back.

You're in luck.

A seat just opened up on a flight with a stopover in Rome.

- And it's first class. - Done.

- Gate 33, seat 1 D. Enjoy your flight. - Thank you.

Mr. Wiley, we have some newlyweds on their honeymoon

who would really love to sit together.

- Would you mind changing seats? - Sure... Holly.

I'll show you to your new seat. Right here.

I'll be the attendant in First Class.

Is there anything I can get for you right now?

- Something to drink? - No, I'm fine, thanks.

No.

No, I told Jerry to walk away.

Yeah, well, sometimes, you got to leave the money on the table.

You make them think you don't need it.

Such a gentlemen, thank you.

Hey, that's my Tumi that you're sliding over.

Try not to smash it.

Right, basic negotiation tactics.

Used to be, people dressed up to fly.

Gentlemen required to wear a jacket and tie.

Not that a man needs to wear a suit but...

Charge!

Holly? On second thought, scotch rocks would be great.

No problem.

Don't worry about that.

Of course, Jerry's gonna listen to me.

Because Jerry always listens to me.

MAN (ON RADIO): A victory for the FBI today

as they busted a major online drug market.

Sir, the forward door has been closed.

You'll need to turn off your phone.

One sec. Listen, sweetheart...

...if you ever bother to pick up a scientific journal,

you'd know that all this electronic interference stuff

is really just a bunch of BS.

So why don't you hop yourself back up there

and tell them that we can go while I take my call?

Okay.

Sorry, Frank, some idiot stewardess.

Mind giving me a hand here, Carlos?

Sorry, got my hands full with coach. You wanted first, remember?

Excuse me, sir...

Oh.

Looks like he talked himself out. Bet he could use a blanket.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached 10,000 feet.

It is now safe to use all approved electronic devices.

Got to hit the head.

Did you need something, Mr. Wiley?

Just stretching my legs.

Guy's been in there a while. Might wanna try the one in back.

- Yes? Finch?

Mr. Reese, where are you? And why are you calling over VoIP?

You tell me. You're the one who put me here.

- We can't keep doing this, Finch. - Put you where? Doing what?

Overbooking my flight, changing my seat.

Are you on a plane?

With two federal marshals and their transport.

I told you. No more missions, no more numbers.

While I don't agree with your decision to leave,

I certainly respect it.

I did not send you on a mission, Mr. Reese.

Then who put me on this flight?

An incapacitated marshal with a missing weapon?

That definitely does not look good, Mr. Reese.

It definitely doesn't look like a coincidence either.

You're telling me you didn't get a number?

I didn't. Believe me when I tell you, Mr. Reese,

I did not put you in your current predicament.

- Why else would I be on this plane? - I can only hazard a guess.

You're there because The Machine put you there.

Guess your machine didn't get my letter of resignation, Harold.

Give it a message for me, will you? I quit.

Message received, Mr. Reese.

But what do you plan to do about the unconscious marshal in the lavatory?

That's not my problem.

A loose firearm in a plane full of civilians most certainly is.

You said there were two marshals. Where's the second?

Keeping an eye on their transport.

Guy's sitting in 4C, the same seat The Machine sent me.

It appears there may be an accessory on that flight,

one who is now armed. I don't suppose you are too?

Even if I were, I wouldn't risk

firing a weapon on a commercial flight.

Bullet hits a window, plane will depressurize in seconds.

So how do you plan to control the situation?

I don't. Because I'm not accepting the mission.

I'll tell the marshal what happened to his co-worker.

Whatever happens next is his problem, not mine.

- Move it, buddy. - Titus, come here.

I don't know who this guy is you're transporting or what he's done...

Hey, what I've allegedly clone.

Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from engaging with this man.

I'm sorry. He engaged with me.

No, I corrected you. There's a difference.

Your partner's out cold in the forward latrine

and his weapon's missing.

Someone may be trying to help your transport here escape.

What's with the conspiracy theories, Mr. Dark and Stormy?

I am not trying to escape.

Okay, as much as I love sucking in this re-circulated MRSA air,

- there is nothing I... - Quiet.

Look, I don't know who you are or if you're trying to pull something

but I know this isn't your business.

I need you to get your ass up and return to your seat, immediately.

You're right.

This isn't any of my business.

Have a nice day, Marshal.

Got a message for you, canalla. Raphael sends his regards.

Agh! He just stabbed me.

Is he...?

Drugged. He'll live. Here.

"Lanceros."

Everything all right here?

Oh, must've mixed his anxiety meds with his booze.

Probably dehydrated.

- He'll sleep it off. - And the marshal is dehydrated too?

Hard for some people to stay awake on a red-eye.

Wish I had that problem.

- Do you have any more blankets? - Sure.

And a couple of whiskeys, neat.

Sure, just throw him over there.

Hey, don't take this the wrong way but who the hell are you?

A concerned frequent flyer.

Here you go.

Thank you, Holly.

- I owe you an apology. - Owen. Owen Matthews.

- You weren't trying to escape. - What tipped you off?

Was it my word or the violent psychopath

who stabbed me with a syringe?

It's a coagulant, to trigger a pulmonary embolism.

He wanted to make your death look like deep vein thrombosis.

Natural causes. He's a pro.

You seem really sure of that.

That's what I would've done on a plane anyway.

Here, drink these. It'll thin out your blood.

I don't drink hard alcohol only red wine and in moderation.

We've got eight hours before we land this bird.

Someone wants to make sure you don't make it off this plane alive.

So you might as well have yourself a couple of drinks.

Yes, Mr. Reese?

Owen Matthews was the intended victim. I sent you a picture.

Perp's got a tattoo. He's a Lancero, Colombian paramilitary.

Kind of like our rangers,

only some of them wind up on the cartel payroll.

Nothing on the guy's cell identifies his boss.

But I'm sure you'll find out.

The two marshals on board your flight

helped bust an online market in illegal substances,

called the "Black Market Bazaar."

Think of it as eBay for narcotics on the Darknet.

Customers could get anything from a dime bag of marijuana

to a kilogram of heroin delivered to their door within 24 hours.

Oh, how does everybody stay out of jail?

The Black Market Bazaar only accepts Bitcoins,

a digital crypto-currency.

The site was developed by an unknown mastermind

who calls himself "The Sphinx."

He's still at large and wanted by every agency

from the DEA to INTERPOL.

Transport must know something.

Owen works for the company that hosted the site.

It would appear that his job has placed him in grave danger.

Why were those two marshals transporting you?

Funny story.

So I'm sitting at my kitchen table this morning,

having my breakfast, toast, dry. Butter's bad for your heart.

Almost as bad as a cartel hit man.

Which is no doubt related to Marshals Crockett and Tubbs

infiltrating my kitchen to detain me as a critical witness

in this black market case.

Five hours later, I'm on a flight to Europe

with Mr. Blanket Cover-Up

to testify in some sort of international court.

So, what do you know about the Black Market Bazaar?

The company I work for hosts the site.

But I'm just a programmer. No bonuses, no benefits.

They don't even pay for my flu shot. I'm a nobody.

A trained killer doesn't just go after a nobody.