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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 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.

Just me, or is it getting harder to tell these tourists apart?

Don't appreciate visitors, Shaw?

I don't appreciate their fanny packs.

Pretty handy for concealing a grenade.

Taxi!

Got eyes on our number, Finch.

Leona Wainwright,

clerical assistant in the Office of Personnel Management.

The OPM manages everything from background checks

to pension benefits.

Federal. So Leona lives in DC.

She's in town to see a Broadway show.

Is that why you had us dress up, Harold?

- An evening at the theater? If you keep an open mind,

you might actually enjoy yourself.

- What's the show? - Mamma Mia!

Whose turn is it to save this one?

- Let's flip for it. - Heads.

Guess it's your turn.

Leona's cab hasn't moved.

Medallion number

two, X-ray, zero, three.

That number is registered to a Mr. Sanjeev Verma.

- Doesn't look like a Sanjeev to me. Want me to shoot you?!

Shaw, I'm gonna need your help now.

- Say the name. - (WOMAN SHOUTING, MUFFLED)

Shaw, cabbie's phone.

Mr. Reese? Where's Leona?

Sorry, Finch.

Neither of you could have predicted

that the threat to Ms. Wainwright was so... immediate.

The cellular phone you retrieved was activated yesterday.

It was registered to one Jonathan Plowman Jr.

Guessing that's not the cabbie's real name.

Correct. Jonathan Plowman Jr. Did not drive a taxi.

He was a spy for the Americans in the Revolutionary War.

So Vigilance killed Leona.

What information could Leona have that Vigilance wanted?

Ms. Wainwright worked for the government,

and Vigilance has sworn to end the government's abuse of privacy.

I'm afraid this is about the Machine.

Hey, I just got to the crime scene, and I'm not the only one.

- The feds decided to drop by, too. I'm sure you'll charm them, Lionel.

I already tried.

These suits aren't letting me within a mile of their investigation.

Augusta King, Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Give me a break.

Lionel, you don't want to be uncooperative with a federal agent.

You're involved? I don't want nothing to do with this.

Too late. One of Leona Wainwright's many responsibilities

in the Office of Personnel Management was security clearances.

- Security clearances? What for? - She hasn't told me yet.

Either way, you need to be careful.

Yeah, no problem. I'm getting the hell outta here.

Senator, it's so good to see you.

- The SecDef wasn't expecting you... - I'm not here to see him.

Senator Garrison.

I don't expect you're here to discuss the DOD's budget. Tea?

I'm assuming you've heard about the woman

who died a very theatrical death in New York.

Privacy terrorists.

They call themselves Vigilance. They do like to make a statement.

Do they have our names? Has the program been compromised?

It's possible, but I won't know for sure until we get access

to Leona Wainwright's office.

If anyone finds out about the system...

- They won't. - How can you be so sure?

You lost the thing months ago.

Need I remind you of the number of terrorist acts

that Northern Lights has prevented?

I think we both know that you and your fellow congressmen

would all be giving guest lectures at second-tier universities

if another attack happened on our soil.

So, why don't you do everybody a favor

and just leave the heavy lifting to me?

Like you always do.

By "heavy lifting," you mean sending your goons

and their black bags into that woman's office?

Do you want me to answer that?

The feds are already involved,

which means we need to go through official channels.

If this comes back on us, prison will be the least of our worries.

- Sending us on a weekend getaway? - We have a new number.

Matthew Reed, criminal prosecutor

in the Manhattan District Attorney's office.

How's a criminal prosecutor connected to Vigilance?

He's not, as far as I can tell.

So why are we going to Westchester?

Because Mr. Reed will be spending the weekend there,

as will you and Ms. Shaw.

Your covers.

Ms. Shaw will be Betty Harris of Queens, and you, Mr. Reese,

will be Frank Mercer of Kenosha, Wisconsin.

Shouldn't we be looking into what information Leona gave to Vigilance?

You can leave that to me.

- I'll be traveling to DC. - And we're not invited?

It's important that we not let Mr. Reed out of our sight.

We can't risk losing another number.

Detective Fusco has offered to accompany me.

This trip to Westchester, is this some kind of punishment?

Got the car all packed.

AC/DC or the Dixie Chicks?

I believe I'm the one being punished.

What's a Manhattan prosecutor doing at a Westchester high school?

Maybe he's here on a case.

Or not.

Welcome. Welcome.

Let's see here.

Oh, okay.

Frank.

And...

Betty?

So glad you made it.

Isn't this weekend gonna be so much fun?

Our new number is checking in.

I can't believe Finch and Fusco get to track Vigilance

while we're stuck in suburban high school hell.

What's the matter, Shaw?

Weren't too popular in high school?

You know, we have more important things to do

than to baby-sit some loser who just wants to relive his glory days.

Hi, Matthew. Oh, my gosh. Oh, hey.

- It's great to see you. - You too.

- You look amazing. - Shaw, you okay? You look strange.

I'm fine.

Just gonna bluejack this guy.

Betty?

I'm surprised you made it.

Who'd want to miss all this?

Yeah, well, no one who looks as good as you.

Well, I'll see you tonight.

Looks like you caught our new number's eye.

You're reading into it.

Your itineraries.

So there's drinks at the bowling alley tonight,

and, of course, the big shindig tomorrow.

I hope you brought your dancing shoes.

- You do still swing dance, don't you? - I don't like to show off.

And, of course, Doug will be catering.

Doug Hemmill.

A little geeky. Voted best listener.

Right, Doug, with the catering company.

Doug's Dog Show.

It's a little gourmet hot dog joint.

If you'd excuse me.

Well, you actually kinda look like Frank.

Let's see how Harold did with me.

Maybe Finch made a clerical error.

Betty Harris? I actually look like this to you, Harold?

Well, not to me.

I implemented a facial-symmetry algorithm

to find the closest match for both you and Mr. Reese.

If you take away the spectacles and the braces,

tame the permanent wave a bit,

I do believe that you and Betty Harris look a great deal...

Harold, stop, right now.

Look, Ms. Harris despised high school.

She keeps a blog enumerating the reasons

that she wouldn't be caught dead at her 20-year reunion,

so it's a fair assumption that she would not show.

I'm a professional blogger?

Oh, no, the blog is just a side project.

You're a dental hygienist.

Finch, did you know I'm a great swing dancer?

And you're the Mattress King of Kenosha, Wisconsin.

I sent the real Frank on an all-expenses-paid vacation to Aruba,

so the two of you should be all set.

- Awesome! - Yes!

- No sign of Matthew Reed. - Just bulky sweaters and beer guts.

She looks friendly. Let's ask her.

Excuse me, have you seen Mat...

Was it something I said?

You got the whole weekend to find out.

Betty Harris.

I'm surprised I even recognized you.

- Me, too. - It's Jack. Jack Tanner.

You probably don't recognize me in this uniform.

They even gave me a gun. You wanna see?

Oh, maybe later.

Some people are gun-shy.

Frank, you're holding up pretty good.

Expected your divorces to take a toll.

We should really say hi to Matthew Reed.

Yeah. How's he been?

- Have you seen him? - Truthfully?

No one expected him to show.

He hasn't been back since graduation day.

Can't blame him, considering the circumstances.

- You know, the thing? - The thing with the...

Girlfriend.