Traveler

Previously on Traveler...

- Did you get out? - We are at the corner. Where are you?

I'm sorry, I had to to this.

We think a friend of us was in the building when the bomb went off.

His name's Will Traveler.

So, you're saying there's a third suspect?

You've got the wrong guys.

Son, what the hell did I just see on TV?

But, dad, we weren't involved!

If you're on TV, it isn't an accident.

You need to get out of there now.

FBI. Show your hands now!

Tub's filled with some kind of acid.

He's wiping the place clean.

You're impeding a federal investigation.

Will asked me to keep this for him.

Will said that if we ever had to,

it could help us fight back.

It's Will's school expenses.

We gotta find out who Will is,

and this guy backed him. He paid for everything.

We already know about you and Maya getting involved.

Will, he's got a gun!

I promise you he will kill her.

- Prisoner escaped. - Man down in here!

Get the hell out of here!

I'm gonna kill you, I swear to God.

Run!

It's time for blood in the streets.

Drop your weapon, Fog!

You're safe now, son. You're safe.

As long as we're sticking together, your father is not an option.

Get the hell out of here!

Are you Daniel Taft?

Hey! Wake up!

You want your car washed?

How about some money then?

Please just leave!

- What the hell's your problem? - Get the hell out of here!

- Easy! - Forget it, man.

Where the hell were you?

Whose watch was it last night?

Come on.

- I closed my eyes for 2 mins. - You're not supposed to sleep at all.

- I got tired. Cut me some slack... - This is New York.

These people have not forgotten about the Drexler bombing.

Okay, Jay.

You thinking about calling Kim?

We're taking a big enough risk coming back here.

We can't contact anyone the FBI is watching.

Kim, your father...

- They're not options. - I know.

We're here to find Derek Sellars,

figure out why Three Continents Investing was bankrolling Will,

and then we either go to the feds, or we leave.

Wait. Wait, what?

Three Continents Investing's in midtown. We're in Queens.

We can't take your car.

We were lucky to drive it 24 hours without getting busted.

So, what, we walk?

This is New York.

Got a tip... hard location on our boys.

Let's go.

You got something?

Eyewitness places Burchell and Fog in Boston

in the last 12 hours... a library... Boston hall.

What is it with these guys and libraries?

- Any idea what they were doing? - No idea,

but we can be in Boston in the next two hours.

Good. Go.

Borjes...

You stay.

My office.

Last night's escapee... where are we?

Situation's gotten more complicated.

Man killed one of ours, then walked out the front door.

How does it get worse?

Suspect's still in the wind, no leads on his whereabouts.

We don't even know who he is.

- He was booked, wasn't he? - Yes, sir.

He wouldn't give a name, so it's a John Doe.

Then run his prints.

Prints and booking sheets are gone.

What about the backups?

- All missing. - Impossible!

The processing agent swears he followed...

Then how do four sets of fingerprints disappear?

This guy's a co-conspirator in the bombing.

Find him.

Yes, sir.

Maya, we're ready for this.

And what if you don't come back?

Then you take the boat, and you go on your own.

Keep this for me.

Everything's gonna work out.

If you say so.

You're the one I love.

I'm gonna be back. I promise.

I'm gonna be back. I promise.

You tell him I'm coming.

I'm agent Walkins.

- Welcome to Boston. - Catch me up.

Security guard saw suspects leave Boston hall

- and drive off in an S.U.V. - Surveillance?

A.T.M. across the street.

Angle's no good for the car's plates but...

That's definitely Burchell and Fog.

- You find the car? - A.P.B. has no matching S.U.Vs.

Also have agents sifting through traffic cam photos

within the Boston metro area and tollbooth images

for highways leading into Massachusetts.

Ball is rolling.

Next move's your call. Where to?

Boston hall. If we understand where they've been,

we figure out where they're going.

"Derek Sellars, suite 1024."

Got it.

Looks like a high-class operation.

Agent James Fowler.

Two kids.

Six years on the job.

Your idea to superglue and fume the body?

Yes, sir. Hoping to lift the escapee's prints.

The killer's print.

Good call, Borjes.

Sorry.

- They ready for us? - Full access.

What are we working with?

A dozen surveillance cameras. We've got them on tape.

Excuse me.

The only thing active is the operating system.

Hard drive's been wiped clean.

Yeah, the phone lines are dead.

No files, no paperwork.

Derek Sellars and Three Continents have closed up shop.

Yeah, well, I guess we found the paperwork.

These are all buy and sell orders...

Stock transactions.

Wait a minute.

- Wait, here we go. - What?

See that? That's a ticker symbol.

Okay? Here it is...

and here it is...

and here it is.

You wanna bet these guys are inside trading?

What's the company?

H-O-L.

Holloway Insurance.

Yesterday, over 10 million shares of Holloway Insurance

was sold on the stock market. Do you know what they cover?

Yeah, they specialize in fine art.

The Drexler foundation, to be exact.

That means that somebody somewhere knew this was gonna happen.

...somewhere knew this was gonna happen.

This is proof. I mean, it might be shredded,

but this proves that somebody else knew about the Drexler bombing.

We got company.

Everything has to go.

It's all gotta be destroyed.

Check the closet.

Who were those guys?

More friends of Will's.

That was our last lead.

Well, maybe not.

Look, records of Holloway's stock sales have to exist somewhere.

- We need to find the names. - We're not going to your dad.

Fine. Fine, Jay, but this is my world, okay?

- We can still talk to people. - Like who?

- Eddie Hahn? - Eddie Hahn.

That guy lied and cheated his way through grad school.

We can't exactly be picky now, can we?

He works for Fog financial, for my dad.

It's a job he only has because I put in the good word for him.

I can make him help us.

What are you taking?

The lockbox in question doesn't belong to Fog.

Past two years, it's been the property of a D. Taft.

- We know who that is? - Not yet. We will.

Go to the next one.

Guy goes straight for the lockbox.

Keeps his head down, face shielded.

He knows where the cameras are.

Uses a bump-and-swipe to pick pockets.

Son of a bitch!

Freeze it.

Closer.

Hold on.

That guy lifted my shield. Please tell me you recognize him.

I do.

Hello, Will Traveler.

Still in business?

Good.

I got a hit.

Access denied.

You want this guy's name, you have to reach out counterterrorism.

- You know anyone in that division? - Yeah. Me.

No go. Who is this guy?

I don't know, but he's protected.

The market closed hours ago. Are you sure he's still in there?

This guy is an ass-kisser.