Why are you so nervous?
I don't do this often, Jack.
Look, he's a really nice guy.
Nothing like me.
He's, he's, he's fun,
he's capable of having a commitment.
Hey, come on, you're married.
And your point is?
Look, he's the kind of guy,
the kind of guy that comes home to dinner.
Okay.
Okay? And he's got a job, unlike your other loser boyfriends.
He's... he's, like, one of the best agents I've ever worked with.
But not the best.
You're the best agent you ever worked with.
I am the best agent I ever worked with.
What about me? You're the prettiest agent I ever worked with.
Thank you very much.
No, okay, no, you were a fantastic...
( chuckling )
...agent.
Hey, he's coming.
He's cute.
Go ahead.
Hey. Hey!
Ann, Max. Max, Ann.
Ann. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. Thank you very much.
You're even smarter than Jack said you were.
( laughing )
I didn't say she was smart. Come on!
You drinking?
Yeah, I would love a drink.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
You have a beautiful smile.
She does have a beautiful smile.
Thank you very much.
( garbled radio transmission )
JACK: Ray!
I want to see him.
I don't know if that's a good idea.
What the hell happened?
There was a shooting.
We don't know the full story yet.
You have any idea what Jimmy was doing all the way out here?
Not at this hour.
Could it have been something for the case?
A lead he couldn't follow during work hours
without blowing his cover?
I don't know.
I got a woman across the street who claims she spotted
a late-model Audi leaving the scene
headed south on Brigg Street.
Did she get specifics?
Plates, partials, anything to go on?
Just saw the car and the body.
What about the driver? Did she see the driver?
I'm afraid not.
Okay. Let's extend our perimeter
six blocks, see if we can find
someone that got a good look at that car.
Listen, we're going to need an update on the status
of yours and Jimmy's investigation.
Why don't you go back to the office
and start a statement?
Max, you hear me?
Yeah. Yeah.
We're gonna find out what happened to Jimmy.
Hey, come on, what are these people doing here?
Let's shut this area down.
Let's go, come on. Come on, come on.
( garbled radio transmissions )
( phone ringing )
( groaning )
Yeah?
Hey, Ray, what's up?
When was this?
Did he swipe his ID through security?
Okay.
Did you look in the parking lot, check for his car?
Yeah, yeah, of course you did, sorry.
Um... what about Ann, have you talked to her?
I'll tell you what, let me follow up with her.
Okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.
Let me know if you hear anything else.
Thanks.
Hey.
How ya doin'?
Have you heard anything?
No, not yet.
Uh, get in the car.
Come on.
Oh.
I'm sorry this is happening.
I checked the messages.
He did call last night.
And I didn't hear it.
I was asleep... I don't know, too tired.
Here it is.
ELECTRONIC VOICE: Received 2:34 a.m.
It's me.
Oh, God, I wish I was talking to you right now.
Oh... I just... I just don't know what to do.
Everything is so screwed up.
Jimmy was shot tonight.
It's all my fault.
I'm so sorry, honey.
For everything.
But no matter what happens,
I want you to know that I love you.
I love you, I really do.
That's it.
What is it that he thinks is all his fault?
Jimmy and Max were working on an industrial espionage case.
Jimmy wanted to go undercover.
Max didn't think he was ready.
Max was his supervisor.
If he didn't want the kid undercover, how'd he get there?
Jimmy went over his head.
Went right to Pallides.
It's been so hard for him lately, Jack.
So hard.
It's all right, honey.
We're gonna find him.
Okay.
So what you got on Max Cassidy?
Ah, everything is in motion, but nothing so far.
What about his cell phone?
The call to his wife was the last activity,
and that call came from somewhere around La Guardia.
Hmm. SAM: Okay.
Jimmy took one shot to the head, two to the chest from a .22.
Professional hit.
Yeah. I'm thinking whoever shot Jimmy
might have followed Max when he left the crime scene.
Well, no John Does have turned up.
So maybe he's running,
though I don't understand why he doesn't come in for help.
What were they working on?
A mechanical engineering firm in West Orange thought that
one of its employees was stealing corporate secrets.
Jimmy was undercover, trying to find out who.
Danny and Elena are talking to the CEO.
My God, Jimmy Haggerty's dead?
Yes. And Max Cassidy has been missing since late last night.
( sighs )
Max must have been right.
Right about what, Mr. Henners?
The investigation being compromised.
He told you that?
Someone inside the company
tried to get into Jimmy Haggerty's personnel records.
I didn't think it was a big deal.
The security software sends an alert
to the system administrator, who shut down access immediately.
Jimmy's was the only file affected?
Yeah, but I'm sure it's nothing.
I'm sorry, Phil,
but we can't ignore the fact that Jimmy's cover
may have been blown.
Meaning what?
I'm going to have to pull Jimmy out.
But the software worked.
Whoever was trying to look at this information...
FBI protocol clearly dictates if there is any concern
over an agent's safety,
he must be extracted immediately.
Does FBI protocol say to kiss off all the progress
we've been making, too?
We've narrowed the list of suspect employees down to four.
We'll keep investigating them.
Somehow I don't find that entirely reassuring.
Phil, I've been doing this a long time.
This is the right thing to do.
And also, it's your only option.
But then he called later that night, said he changed his mind,
and decided to leave Jimmy in after all.
Why did you call the FBI in the first place?
We're finalists for an army contract.
It's a new fuel system for desert vehicles.
About two months ago, someone broke in to our server.
They didn't get the designs,
but I was afraid they'd come back.
You're sure that this fuel system is what they were after?
It's a pretty big contract.
And Max never told you why he left Jimmy inside the company?
No, I just assumed he found out his ID was still secure.
But now, I mean, it looks like we were both wrong.
So everybody I talk to about this case, they've heard rumors.
Max had some kind of run-in with an AD about five years ago.
Uh-huh. Max blew the whistle.
Something about misappropriation of funds.
Yeah, was he right?
Well, apparently it didn't matter.
The AD got to retire, Max was blackballed,
went from major crimes to white collar.
No good deed goes unpunished.
You all know
Special Agent Ann Cassidy.
Hey. Hello.
So how we doing?
Well, I've got a list
of four suspects in Max's espionage case.
Do you recognize any of the names?
No.
SAM: Okay, I think I got something here.
The night Max did his 180 on Jimmy,
he was at a bar on 8th Street.
He spent $107.
Closed his tab out right before 10:00.
That's a pretty sizable tab.
He could have been there for a while, or he wasn't alone.
Either one of those ideas a possibility?
Well, he liked to go out for a drink after work,
but that's pretty big, even for him.
Listen, if you want to use my office while we do this...
Sam, could you meet me at the elevator?
Sure.
Thank you.
You working the bar last Friday night?
Every Friday. Why?
You recognize this guy?
Sure, Scotch on the rocks.
Planted himself right where you are.
Hung out for a few good hours, too.
That's a pretty good memory you got there.
It's not every night you get an old timer squaring off
with a guy nearly half his age.
Like hell, Max. You're not pulling me out.
People are getting suspicious.
They're trying to find out who you are.
You know what? You might want to think
about what you're doing here.
I know exactly what I'm doing.
And that's enough for you.
You want to stop pretending like you're out there
trying to protect me?
Guys, take it easy,
or take it outside.
Okay.
You want to pull me, Max?
Go for it.
But don't be surprised when Ann comes around
asking where you really were
all those nights that you were supposed to be out with me.
Yeah, you see, I think it's going to break her heart
when she finds out you were really off
banging your new girlfriend.
Don't you think?
Thanks for the drinks, boss.
BARTENDER: The young one said his peace and left.
Your guy stayed a little bit longer.
Seemed pretty rattled, if you ask me.
Uh, thank you.
You've been a lot of help.
I know that you've said that
Max and Jimmy were having some problems.
Yeah.
It would appear that, uh...
it's a little more complicated.
Okay.
Jimmy was blackmailing Max.
He found out that, uh, Max was having an affair,
and, uh, he was threatening to disclose it.
I'm really sorry to have to break the news to you this way.
I knew about it.
I know about the affair.
What do you mean you knew?
How? Did Jimmy tell you?
No, Jimmy didn't have to tell me; I'm the wife.
The wife knows these things.
I followed him from the office...
just to make sure.
( quiet, indistinct conversation )
Think about it and I'll be right back.
All right.
What's going on?
Annie, hi.
You didn't think I'd find out?
What?
Oh, Megan?
She's from the office.
No, I know all the women from the office.
I work there, remember?
What I meant to say was she's, uh, a contact.
I'm not stupid, Max.
I thought it was work.
I knew you were unhappy, I just thought it would pass.
I didn't... ooh, I didn't...
I didn't think you could do anything like this.
I mean, to me?
Why would you do this to me?
Hey... I don't know what to say.
There is nothing you can say.
He came back home.
Much later.
He begged me to forgive him.
He told me he'd stop seeing her...
And we're still working it out.
How long has this relationship been going on?
About a month.
Has he had other affairs?
No...!
No!
I just don't understand why you didn't tell me this before.
Because it's my personal business.
But it's relevant to the case. I mean, he could've just
run off with this woman. No, no, no.
His disappearance has to do with Jimmy.
Look, I don't have to tell you that by withholding
this information, it makes you a suspect.
I had nothing to do with Max's disappearance and you know it.
Well, it doesn't change anything.
Oh, come on. You know the drill.
Oh, come on!
Just sit tight.
Hey, we, uh, found the hacker Jimmy and Max were looking for.
What's his name?
Gary Raymond.
Works in system engineering at Henners.
He was at work when Jimmy's personnel file was accessed.
Pick him up?
Oh, he was MIA until about 15 minutes ago.
He ran when a Port Authority cop recognized him.
Okay, let me know when you're saddled up.
Will do.
MAN ( over speaker ): Have you been married to Max Cassidy
for 15 years?
No.
Have you been married to Max Cassidy for nine years?
( heavy sigh )
Yes.
Was Max Cassidy having an affair?
Yes.
Was Max Cassidy alive the last time you saw him?
Yes.
Did you participate in any way
in the disappearance of Max Cassidy?
Absolutely not.
Please, just yes or no.
No.
That's it?
Here, let me... No, no.
( door slams )
That was unnecessary.
You would have done exactly the same thing.
What, humiliate you?
I wasn't trying to humiliate you.
Hey, everybody, did you hear about Ann Cassidy?
She got cheated on by her husband.
Suspect in his disappearance.
You didn't give me much choice.
Hey, I work here, Jack. I see these people every day.
I would never have done the same thing to you, ever!
I don't know anything.
What's up with the 35 grand we found
in the back of your closet?
What were you doing? Selling military secrets?
No.
Look, I didn't shoot Jimmy.
But you know who did.
No, I don't.
Maybe this will jog your memory.
A man approached me after work
a few months ago.
Said he'd pay me to make a map of the server.
Then, two days ago, he gave me a bunch of money
to copy some files-- that's all I did.
That's all you did? That's espionage, you idiot.
I didn't know it would get anybody killed.
( footsteps clattering )
( silenced gunshots )
( silenced gunshot )
This her?
Yeah, that's the woman from the car.
What's her name?
That I don't know.
How did you contact these people?
How'd they contact you?
E-mail.
I tried writing them after what went down last night,
but the address is dead.
All right, we're going to need that e-mail address
and the names of all the files that you passed along.
Jimmy got in the way of that dead drop,
so it got him killed.
Why would he follow this guy without backup?
Maybe he didn't trust Max.
What, for pulling him off the case?
Maybe he thought Max and the girl were in it together.
He's your friend. Think he's capable of that?
I don't know.
No, I'm sorry. A lot of people eat here.
Oh, like that. Okay, listen--
I'm talking about just a few days ago.
Come on, please, think.
You think I remember every customer?
Listen, honey, listen-- I understand.
They caused a bit of a scene,
and I'm sure you can't say that about most of your clientele.
Frankly, no, but still, I'm sorry.
Her name is Megan; she may have looked something like this.
She would've been here with this guy.
Yeah, I've served them a few times, actually.
He's pretty regular, and I want to say that she's local.
Really? How local?
We may have delivered once or twice.
Do you have an address?
No, I don't, but our delivery service might.
Great. We're going to need to check on that.
Sure. Thanks.
SAMANTHA: Megan! Megan Lewis! FBI!
Clear. No Megan, no Max.
They're not here.
Is this the right place?
This is the address the delivery service gave us.
Do you think they ran away together?
I don't know.
Can I help you?
Uh, yeah, FBI.
We're looking for Megan Lewis.
Oh, she's popular today.
What do you mean?
There was another guy looking for her.
He had one of those, too.
Max?
When was the last time you saw Megan?
Yesterday afternoon.
I mean, she'd been here a couple of months,
then just up and left.
Didn't even bother telling your friend.
Hey, bud.
What are you doing in here?
Where is she?
I don't know.
You were just here yesterday; where did she go? I don't know, pal.
I'm guessing this is her way of breaking up with you.
You need to tell me everything you know about her.
Now.
All I had was her rental application.
She didn't give notice.
Didn't leave any forwarding info.
Did she ever write any checks?
No-- cash, month to month. We're going to need
a copy of that rental application, please.
Yeah, sure. Thank you.
This is what I think.
Max hears there was an Audi at the crime scene,
and he remembers that his girlfriend has the same car.
And, suddenly, he thinks she might be playing him,
so he comes here,
sees she's cleaned the place out,
and realizes he was right.
You think he's still looking for Megan?
I think he might've already found her.
And she may have taken him out, too.
SAMANTHA: The long and short of it is, Megan Lewis doesn't exist.
All we've come up with is dead ends.
The driver's license and the Social she listed
on her rental application only goes back one year.
So personal references, prior address, there's nothing.
And her landlord never ran a credit check.
She paid first, last and security in cash.
What about the Audi?
No registration in her name.
So either she was driving somebody else's car,
or it's registered under an alias.
Okay, let's keep canvassing the neighborhood.
Talk to the shopkeepers, the neighbors,
anybody that's in close proximity to that apartment.
That girl wasn't invisible, and neither was her car.
( whispers ): Okay.
Hey.
Hi.
Look, the reason I had you take a polygraph
is because I thought it would be easier than having you sit
in a room and tell me about your personal relationship.
What now, huh?
Max had an affair with a woman that kills people.
( sighs ) Oh.
After they moved him to white collar,
his cases became less and less interesting.
His team got smaller and smaller.
Now, after all that he's done, he hated it.
Eventually, he stopped talking about work,
and I stopped asking.
I know how it is, you know? You have less and less
to talk about, and suddenly, there's nothing.
No, if he said anything to this woman-- and I seriously doubt
that he did-- it's because I wasn't listening.
You know what? He doesn't get a pass just because he was lonely.
I get why he's not reaching out to me, but you,
you're one of his closest friends.
Why isn't he calling you for help?
Because he didn't trust me.
( sighs ) A couple of months ago,
he came in to see me.
He heard I was going to add a member to the squad.
You know as well as I do that it takes
even the best agent at least two years to get up to speed.
And I retire in three. Hardly worth the trouble, right?
Why do you want the headache of joining a new unit, anyway?
I've got enough headaches of my own.
I know they screwed you.
You know, it's got to kill you to be strapped to a desk.
But joining this unit is not the answer.
You sure it's just not political, Jack?
You're not up for the trouble
getting me out of white collar would cause? You know what?
I'm just doing what you taught me.
You put the unit first.
( sighs )
Yeah, yeah.
I know.
( sighs )
I just didn't...
I didn't feel like I had a spot for him.
I tried to call him.
I left him a bunch of messages. He never returned my call.
You know, I just let it go.
I feel like I let him down.
We both did.
VIVIAN: Let me get this straight.
This is the design file that was stolen?
Yes. Actually, I'm very relieved.
So I take it it's not the Army's fuel system?
Aw, no, this is some sort of high-pressure nozzle, right?
It's a high-end micro-dissipation sprayer.
It's capable of delivering droplets smaller than a micron.
We sell them to manufacturers
for painting and other industrial applications.
So it's on the market already?
Yeah, and well, it's a highly profitable item.
I have no idea why anyone would want to steal it.
Well, actually, Mr. Henners, someone killed for it.
Could this sprayer be modified
and used for something other than
industrial purposes?
It's ingenious. The nozzle reduces liquid in stages,
which is how they can get the particles down
to such a small size. So if you wanted to disperse
a chemical agent, you wouldn't have to weaponize it.
Right. But what are these people
gonna do, build one from scratch? They've already got one.
Two weeks ago, one was stolen from a shipment to South Korea.
And does Counter-terror know what their target might be?
Until we know who we're looking for,
we won't be able to narrow it down.
Excuse me. A liquor store
close to her place has an ATM out front.
The camera took a very nice picture of our girl
loading some boxes into her car around 3:30 yesterday.
We get license plates? Yeah, and the owner.
Apparently, Megan's real name is Laura Simmons,
and it looks like she moved here
seven years ago from Nevada. Any address?
Well, all roads lead to a P.O. Box, except one.
That is there.
Well, she's been wiring $1,000 a week to that sushi bar
for two months.
Let's check that out. Okay.
You see that?
I'm going to go in.
Thank God you're here.
What the hell happened here?
We were robbed. They-They took everything.
ELENA: Who's "they"?
Two... gang bangers busted in the place.
Really? Did you uh...
Clear. ...did you happen to call the police?
No time. I mean, I-I got here, and it was a wreck.
All the money's here.
I came from the bank. They took that money.
Oh! Interesting.
Listen, uh, take a break, come on, please.
Outside.
Come on, it's not up to him. Come on, come on, come on.
Wh-Wh-What do you want?
Why don't you take a seat?
We know about the $1,000 bonus you've been getting.
I-I don't know what you're talking about.
Okay, did this man break your window?
Have you seen him?
Hey.
We're federal agents.
You better stop pissing me off and start talking.
All right, yes.
Yes, he was here an hour ago. ( banging on door )
Open up! I'm not open yet. Come back in...
I want to talk to you! Open up!
Hold it right there.
Where is she? Where's Megan?
I don't know any Megan.
She was in here every time I was.
It wasn't any coincidence.
You know her. You introduced us.
She just liked you, that's all.
No. She set me up.
And you helped her.
And I know you know where she is.
She paid me to call when you would come in.
I-I don't know why. I didn't want to know why.
Tell me how I can reach her.
I got a phone number. What is it?
555-0178.
Oh, that's not the number we have for her apartment.
Maybe Laura got herself someplace else to call home.
( garbled radio transmission )
JACK: Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. I want to talk to you.
Did you see what happened over there?
Here's 20 bucks.
Did you see what happened to her?
Yeah, I saw.
This... this guy just came and... and beat her up.
Did you get a good look at him?
( panting )
( phone beeps )
Yeah, I need an ambulance right away.
101st and Riverside, parking structure.
There's a woman... uh...
she's been beaten bad.
( car door shuts, engine turns )
Sped out of here. The paramedics and the cops
showed up about ten minutes later.
Okay.
Thank you, honey. You did good.
Take care of yourself.
Do me a favor. Take a hike.
Where's Cassidy?
You know what?
I already got you for killing a federal agent.
That's the death penalty.
You help me, I help you.
Fine. Whatever you want.
Get her out of here.
Jack.
What's up?
I found it in the glove box.
I bet ballistics will tie it to Jimmy's murder.
Why don't you bag it, take it down there and find out?
Yep.
Okay, thanks.
Yeah.
All right, the reason Laura Simmons
didn't pop up at this address
is because her brother, a Terry Simmons is the one on the lease.
Now this Terry Simmons,
he's on the counterterrorism watch list.
He's part of a militia group.
His father was killed by a cop at a white supremacist rally.
Terry Simmons is a cop hater,
and Leahy says he may be targeting the annual meeting
for the National Sheriff's Association.
That starts tomorrow here at the Stratford Hotel.
Yeah.
We find Max, we find Simmons.
Jack, all right, 911 dispatch gave us the number
that Max called from.
It was Laura Simmons' cell phone.
Is it still active? As of five minutes ago,
it was pinging off the tower in Brooklyn.
All right, I'll meet you in the tech room. All right.
We've got a number for Max.
All right, guys, we are hot.
( phone ringing )
Max?
Jack, is that you?
Uh-huh.
Hey, buddy, long time no talk.
Listen, you don't have to do this by yourself.
We're prepared to send a team out to help you.
Ah, you'll never get here in time.
Come on, Max, help me out here a little.
I got stupid, Jack.
Yeah.
You screwed up.
The woman played you.
I let her, Jack. I walked right in.
Gave up everything. Didn't even realize it.
Look, I understand that you want to try and make it right,
but this is not the way to do it.
Remember, uh... remember that story
you used to tell me?
Where you'd just gotten out of Quantico and you solved
that serial rapist case that everybody had marked cold?
The moral of that story is I pissed off a lot of people
by not listening to my superiors.
Maybe, but I always took the moral to be trust your gut,
follow your instincts.
Now I know that you found
Terry Simmons.
Just let us help you, okay?
At least tell me where you are.
Max?
You'll find me.
Ann, are you there?
Yes, Max.
I love you, babe.
I love you, too.
( computer beeping )
I got him, I got him.
All right, just sit tight. Don't do anything stupid.
Okay. We're on our way.
Take some guys, sweep around the back.
Take the front entrance.
Got one down.
( coughing )
Geez, Max.
What the hell did you do to yourself?
One..., one got up the stairs.
Shut up and relax. I got it.
Danny. I got it.
Martin, you got one headed your way.
MARTIN: Copy that.
I got a man down. I need a medic now.
( gunshots )
Shots fired!
Cover the exits!
Going up.
Simmons! Drop the gun.
( clicks )
Oh, forget about it.
Forget about it.
You're wasting your time.
Sit down, talk to me.
Talk to me.
( groaning )
Talk to you?
What the hell you want to talk about?
( coughs )
I told you you'd find me.
If you weren't such a stubborn bastard,
I would have found you sooner.
( groans )
Listen... ( groans )
I've got a 25-year-old bottle of McManus
in my desk at the office.
Don't let those old PR guys get it.
( coughs ) ( sirens wailing )
You should never have told me, you cheap bastard.
I'm going to get there first and drink it myself.
( groaning )
Just take it easy, okay? I've got help coming.
I'm so tired.
I know, just-just take it easy.
Jack.
What?
Ann.
Take care of Ann.
Take care of her yourself.
( sirens approaching )
( grunting )
DANNY: Get on the ground.
Get on the ground!
Primary suspect
has been apprehended on the roof.
Martin, you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Jack...
Jack, they found ricin in the building,
a hell of a lot of it, all right?
Let's go. We've got to evacuate.
I'm not going anywhere.
Listen, once the building is secure, we'll come back
and we'll get Max.
But right now we have to evacuate, come on.
I'll see what I can do.
Hi.
( sobbing )
Hi.
Here.
Oh.
( sobbing )
Max did a great thing.
And they couldn't have done it without him, right?
No.
And you'll make sure
everyone in the Bureau knows that, okay?
Yes, I will. Okay.
Oh, God.
I just wanted everything to be all right.