What am I supposed to do with you?
Alex...
We were supposed to spend our whole lives together.
I know.
(sirens wailing)
I'm sorry. They made me.
I didn't have a choice.
(hammer clicks)
(slow electronica playing)
¶ Let me feel you... ¶
You...
Are...
Very...
Very, unbelievably...
Unbelievably...
Overwhelmingly...
I can't do it.
¶ ¶
(dance music playing)
(keypad beeping)
I got great news.
What?
That guy, the guy from Arizona? Mm-hmm.
I didn't want to tell you until it was a done deal, but
tonight, 2:00 a.m.
Tonight?
VIP lounge.
He's coming in through the side door,
he does not get a tour,
and I want you to serve him.
No one else in or out. Got it?
Except for my man Thomas.
Seriously?
(imitates jet engine)
THOMAS: Just like that? Flying him in.
Nice! Whoo!
(laughing) Hey, come here.
Yeah! This is the beginning of our future.
Hey, baby...
Hey...
you don't need to do this.
You worry too much.
It's go time, baby!
(laughs)
(dialing)
(stops dialing)
(finishes dialing)
(line ringing)
It's Jackie.
It's tonight.
Quite the standoff.
You using intimidation tactics to make the food come out,
or are you waiting for backup before you go in?
WORDY: There he is.
There you go, buddy.
All yours.
What's this? I told you,
it's the stuff from the girls for the baby.
Keep whatever you like.
I don't think we're going for number four.
You guys got a name yet?
No.
That's a nice color.
Briefing room.
Okay, all right, thanks.
Yep.
They're coming in.
You remember Detective Merry Danner
from Financial Crimes?
Merry, good to see you again. No, it's not.
I'm springing this on you guys last minute.
We take it how it comes. I appreciate that.
Okay, we've had our electronic eye on this man,
Alexander Carson, for some time.
Mr. Carson is a clearing house
for stolen credit card information.
He's got a network of skimmers in several cities--
five-star restaurants, clothing boutiques--
and his people only skim the cream:
big spenders on high-limit cards.
When they've loaded a device
with information from dozens of cards,
they return it to Carson's network,
who upload the information--
card number, holder's name,
expiry date,
everything in the magnetic strip.
Then they either run blank stock through a card encoder
to create a clone card,
or... more recently,
Mr. Carson has been packaging,
bundling data from thousands of cards
and then auctioning the packet to the highest bidder
at illegal Web auctions.
JULES: How much money
are we talking here? Typically,
information from one card is worth ten, 20 dollars.
Carson's been getting up to $50.
That difference is worth millions.
Okay, so why the sudden move?
Mr. Carson is stepping up to the next level.
Meet the big fish: Mark Griffin.
Slippery fingers in every corner of data theft.
Mr. Griffin is so impressed with Carson's product,
he wants it all for himself.
So they've agreed to a very rare face-to-face.
Okay, let me ask you this, who's the primary target?
Is it Carson or is it Griffin?
Two birds with one stone.
And the meet's in...
just under two hours.
Well, we can handle any last-minute TAC plans.
Just tell us where.
Subterranean Club, owned by Carson.
Old shoe factory converted into a multilevel nightclub.
Okay, how reliable is your intel here?
Very. We have a C.I. inside
close to Carson-- Jackie Emery.
We caught her skimming in the club a couple of months back.
I.D. fraud, credit card fraud,
computer fraud. I don't touch the computers.
I don't even know where they are.
Still, when I put those charges
before a judge next to your previous drug convictions...
It was just pot. ...I wind up thinking the
sentence will be pretty close to the 15-year max. If you think there's
any way in hell that I am gonna turn on the man I love...
The man you love made you do this.
He didn't make me do anything.
What he did was show me that you don't just sit here
and take what life throws at you.
Do you have any idea who I was before I met him?
You owe him?
I love him.
Do you get the difference?
Yeah.
I do.
Jackie, we're gonna get him with or without you...
but if you help us...
maybe we can talk
about making things a little easier for Alex, too.
Wait a second, so she's in a relationship with this guy?
You sure we can trust her?
I had the same doubts, but she's fed us good information,
filled in a lot of gaps, and we wouldn't know
about the Griffin meet without her. Okay. How's it going down?
A face-to-face in the club's VIP lounge.
Two entrances.
The one from the back
has two bouncers, one armed.
We'll need to get to them before they can alert Carson.
It's a Saturday night-- there's gonna be a lot of civilians.
We've got that covered. Jackie's agreed to lock
that door to the VIP lounge from inside the club.
So we go in the back door and we got him trapped.
I don't want any chance of this spilling out into the club.
So, Spike and Sam, you work from inside.
Plain club clothes?
Just two guys out on the town, yeah.
We've got my people, too. Okay, your people
need to stay invisible till we are inside and secure.
Of course. But I'd like to be close.
Yes. We can use your help.
WINNIE: Sorry.
Somebody's here from the A.G.'s office.
My warrants.
How's that for cutting it close?
That's what we do.
(dance music playing)
Why don't you go get yourself a drink?
Hey.
They're here.
Hey, baby.
How do I look?
You look fine.
Fine? Baby...
Come on, this is our future here.
Okay, you look... you look good.
Mm-hmm?
You look good.
(whispers): I love you.
Watch the door. Mm-hmm.
Two Cokes; bourbon, rocks;
a glass of merlot; and a bottle of champagne
on ice. Already done.
Mr. Griffin...
I presume. You presume right.
You always try to put
a face to the name on the screen in this business,
but you're usually wrong.
That's because most of the names are fake.
¶ ¶
Britt, uh, cover me while I do this, okay?
Okay.
She's heading into the VIP.
Hey, boys.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry.
Private entrance, private function.
Come on, I'd make a great addition to any party.
No, no, no, listen, stay... Don't you touch me.
Get your hands off me!
Is this the way
to touch a woman? Huh? Right here, buddy. Shh!
Don't say a word, don't say a word.
Guys, over here. Give me your hand.
Take 'em to your people.
All right.
Good luck.
Loud and aggressive, Eddie?
Eddie?
Yeah. In position.
Spike, standing by.
Awaiting confirmation of locked door.
10,000 valid cards on here.
It's amazing, eh?
If they're as good as the last batch, yeah.
Why don't you make some transactions and see?
(rapid clicking)
(beeping)
Good.
(beeping)
WOMAN: Good.
(beeping) Good.
Eh, that's enough. I trust this guy.
You have my information?
Caymans or Zurich?
Caymans.
¶ ¶
Okay, we got the door locked.
The subjects are contained.
On my go.
(beeping)
Hold.
Hold it, hold it.
(beeping) What are you doing?
You locked the door. Nobody in or out.
That's why I'm here. Well, you weren't here when I got here.
I was right over there.
What's going on? Did she lock the door?
Did she,
or didn't she?
She did-- then she started talking to some guy.
Okay, what does that mean?
We saw her lock the door.
Ed.
Your call, boss.
Okay, do it.
Count it down.
Verify the transaction?
Three... two...
(indistinct shouting)
Carson is at large in the club!
Repeat, Carson is at large.
We don't have Carson.
The door wasn't locked, we don't have Carson.
Boss, the doors weren't locked.
Detective Danner, secure your perimeter.
Carson's not in custody.
I repeat, Carson's not in custody!
¶ ¶
Yo, bro, what's going on?
A bust-- SRU in the lounge.
What?
All right, we need a distraction.
We pull a Pink Floyd and then I'll light it up. All right.
ED: Boss,
we got too many people in here.
We're gonna have to sift 'em out one by one, Eddie.
(music stops)
(people grumbling)
(gunshot) (screaming)
(gunshots) Shots fired, shots fired.
(screaming continues)
No joy, can't see a shooter.
We need lights, we need to control this.
Electrical room's in the basement, southeast corner.
ED: Jules,
with me, let's go now. Careful, Eddie.
Whoever threw that breaker could still be down there.
(clamoring)
SAM: Police! Stay calm! Everybody, this way! Everybody, calm down, calm down.
Go, get out of here! Move, go, go!
SAM: Go, go, go, go!
(gasps)
Jackie, it's me.
Oh, my God, Alex.
We got to go. Okay.
We got to go.
This is the police.
Everyone, calm down.
This is the police.
Stay where you are, stop moving now.
Everybody move away from the exits
slow and steady and everybody goes home.
Wordy, you work with Danner,
create a containment area at the main exit.
We can't let this guy slip away, okay?
And hold onto the staff, too. Copy that.
(dance music plays)
Please turn the music off.
The shots were a diversion.
Shattered a light box.
(Jackie groaning)
Come on, up.
Go, go.
Damn it.
They knew.
They knew Griffin was coming tonight.
I know. Somebody talked.
CARSON: They're probably only watching the exit.
Fire escape, this way.
Hey, we got a snitch, Alex.
I know, but what do you want me to do about it now? Let's go.
We saw her lock the door, boss.
Yeah, or she pretended to. Well, I'd say Danner's CI
isn't on our side after all.
The guy she was talking to could have made her unlock it. Well,
where is she? We've searched this place top to bottom.
Okay, let's roll with it, guys, we don't know what happened.
Wordy?
Wordy, any sign of Carson or Jackie yet?
Nothing yet.
It looks like every exit was covered.
Okay, let the unis take care of the exits.
Come back inside, bring Danner with you.
Let's go see what her big fish has to say.
Copy that.
Detective Danner,
boss needs us in the VIP.
After you.
You wrote a kill-switch macro, didn't you?
She scrubbed the hard drive with a single keystroke.
PARKER: Can you get anything out of it?
Maybe, with some time.
We can-- it's our investigation, it's our evidence.
Give it to her, Spike. Eddie.
Go ahead.
All yours.
Thank you.
Keep smiling, Mr. Griffin. You're on your way to jail.
I'd like you to speak to my lawyer.
You can call him from the station.
Gentlemen.
Keep walking.
Spike.
Copy that.
I stand by my CI, Sergeant.
She lost her nerve. I don't believe that.
We might be more objective.
Objectivity does not play here.
Jackie told us about the meet.
She gave up Carson.
You think he pegged her as the snitch?
He knows someone's been talking
and he'll be looking for payback.
She could have run on her own
right after not locking the door.
We were watching the exits. Look,
at least two people breached your perimeter tonight.
Okay, Eddie. Boss, come on.
I am and will be responsible for my CI and this bust.
All right.
So if she's with Carson...
Yeah, we need to find her.
(tires screeching)
Baby, baby, calm down, baby, calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down!
Don't!
Do not get out of the car.
You think I'm the informant?
Are you? No.
Then why'd you lock the door?
JACKIE: I told you, I didn't know
you were watching the door.
Alex said no one in, no one out.
The cops came in from the street.
Well, where else are they supposed to come in from?
Right, pretty convenient.
You think it's me?
You go tell him.
(screams)
Go tell him.
(smashing)
(car door opens, Carson grunts)
Baby.
It's okay, it's okay.
It's okay.
It is okay.
Okay, you are fine.
It's okay.
Okay, you're okay.
You're okay.
(kissing)
You're okay.
BRITT: They're in love.
But it's volatile and they fight a lot?
Yeah, they're in love.
When they first met
they were really wild.
Then they knew they had something special,
so they stopped fighting and drinking.
They want to have kids, all that.
Jackie's got a big heart.
She's not a bad girl.
CARSON: All right, we can figure this out.
All right, we've got money offshore.
We just need some cash to disappear.
(panting)
Phone, give me your phone! It's in my bag
at the club. Thomas, phone, give me your phone.
(dialing)
Where are you?
Good.
Baby, what are you doing?
What do you think? We can't drive off in that.
Thomas, you still remember how to hotwire a car?
You guys just dump me here, man.
Why? Why?
You, you want me to go on the lam with you?
No, I'll take my chances.
You're coming!
Whatever Jackie's motives were,
whether she's working with us or against us,
we have to assume
that Carson made her as the CI and her life is at risk.
There's no card-skimming equipment in that building,
there's no computer trail?
It's off-site, we don't know where.
Carson's mobile
or very well cloaked.
How wide are your warrants? Any and all
electronic surveillance, if that's what you mean.
What do you need here, Spike? Detective Danner, it's your investigation,
but give me a chance at the lawyer's laptop. I'll have to take it apart.
He's good, right?
PARKER: He's the best.
So, what, is this a love-on-the-run type thing,
Bonnie and Clyde? Still a lot of unknowns.
So what do you think?
I think that it's complicated.
This girl-- she's stuck in the middle,
she's emotionally reacting while the whole thing snowballs.
I don't even think that she knows what outcome she wants.
She's flipping.
So she still may end up on our side.
She could.
THOMAS: Okay, don't worry, man.
We'll find out who did this to us.
DANNER: Well, I'll be damned.
SPIKE: See, I got a transaction with hits on two IP points.
If I could access your database and trace one more...
You can triangulate. Maybe.
Sorry. Yeah.
You're right, he's good.
Spike. Boss, it was you that saved the bacon.
You must have shut the screen on that computer
right when the scrub started. He recovered 70% of the hard drive.
Then I decrypted an old transaction between Carson
and Griffin, followed this wild IP spoofing trail, like Prague;
Cambridge, England; Rio... Fast-forward.
Then pinpointed him to an address in the East End.
Let's go.
(sirens wailing)
A greasy spoon's his front?
Yeah, check out the roof.
That's a lot of gear for a $3.99 breakfast.
Okay, Eddie,
it smells good.
You're looking for an office,
a dedicated room.
Copy.
Police. WOMAN: What do you want?
We're looking for Alex Carson.
ED: Wordy, you hang here.
Got it.
(beeping)
Police! Right there, right there! Don't move!
Okay, okay, don't shoot.
ED: Greg, we got an accomplice here,
but Carson and Jackie
are still at large.
What are you doing, baby?
We're waiting,
all right, for the cash,
and I still have half a million dollars worth of data to flog.
Cops burst in and Griffin never transferred
the money to my account.
All right, he could be the one who sold us out.
(scoffs)
Oh, what's that supposed to mean?
Nothing. Nothing.
Out.
Both of you.
I don't know any Carson.
ED: You were packing up
his cash and his computer.
Come on. Which means you were either stealing them
or you're delivering them.
So which is it?
I don't know any Carson.
SAM: He's got you doing
all his heavy lifting, all his dirty work.
JULES: And, you know, cases like these,
when you get your fingerprints everywhere,
guess who gets sold out in the end. Guess who takes
the fall for the brains of the operation.
So you either tell us where you're meeting Carson
or you will take the fall, I guarantee it.
They're down at Leslie Spit.
So who ratted, who?
Yeah, I don't know.
Yeah, you suspect?
What are you looking at her for? Come on, man, it was her.
What?
Baby, I would never do that to you.
I would never... Ah...
That just makes me think it was you. Baby, baby...
Don't point that at me, man.
Then tell me what I need to know.
All right.
I caught her locking the door up
at the meet just before the cops came in.
Yeah, you told me to.
You told me to, you said no one in or out, baby.
I was just doing what you told me-- no one in or out.
I got out; the door wasn't locked. Yeah, I made her unlock it.
I didn't do anything. Yeah, yeah, whatever.
You're gonna believe that?
What do you think, man,
I'm gonna trust you over my own woman?
I don't think you see straight anymore. Oh, you don't?
Yeah, I think you've been blind since she showed up.
Shut up! Keep on talking!
She's using you, man. Shut up!
You take her in,
you get her close, you trust her
with our business, bro?!
Shut up! She doesn't care about you, man!
Shut up! She doesn't love you, bro!
She's only looking out for herself! Thomas, shut...
Yo! What, what, what?! Huh?!
(gunshot, Thomas screams)
(groans)
(gasps)
Oh, my God.
JACKIE: What did you do?
(gasping)
(stops breathing)
(sobbing)
Jackie, you saw him come at me, right?
(sobbing)
Baby, you saw him come at me, right?
I didn't have a choice.
(gasping)
I didn't want to; he made me do it.
He made me do it!
(sobbing)
I didn't have a choice!
Jackie, come here, baby.
No.
Get in the car, get in the car!
Oh, no!
(both breathing heavily)
Are you all right, Jack?
I need you to pull yourself together, okay?
Okay?
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
Is that our guy?
Yeah, it is. Can we be
more specific? It's the guy
who interrupted Jackie at the door
in the club. PARKER: Got I.D.?
(siren wailing)
Thomas Arvedson.
So who's Thomas Arvedson in all this?
(siren wailing)
Huh... let's ask Danner.
He's an associate of Carson's.
How is he an associate?
We're not really sure.
You're not sure?
Like you weren't sure about the reliability of your CI
or you weren't sure where Carson's base was?
You jumped the bust here, Officer.
You were hungry to get Griffin, I get that,
but you put my people in the line
of fire before you had the whole picture.
You're gonna lose both cases--
Griffin and Carson.
We can still get Carson.
PARKER: He's Homicide's case now.
Maybe they can make it stick.
The phone was used to call the guy we grabbed at the diner.
So, what, they come down here to meet the money,
Carson thinks Thomas is the snitch and offs him, what?
But why doesn't Thomas finger Jackie first?
He saw her lock the door.
We should be standing over her body.
SAM: What if Jackie told Thomas
it was Carson, pinned it all on him?
I don't think that's our girl.
What makes you say that? It's just what I got
from her friend Britt.
I don't think she would escalate it this way,
not by choice.
I mean, she may be reckless, but I think she just
wants this whole thing over with.
And if Thomas accused her?
She would deny it,
but I think Carson is so in love with her,
he couldn't even imagine her betraying him.
The guilt would be hitting right about now.
She'd see this as her fault.
Yeah, so if she's coming back to our side, it would be now.
CARSON: I mean, I had to do it.
He sold us out.
You saw the way that he came at you.
I mean, you know someone, you work with them, you help them,
and they stab you in the back.
I mean, I just can't let that go, can I?
Baby, we need to give ourselves up.
What?
We've got no cash.
Where are we going to go?
Listen, we lay low, I'm gonna think of something.
We got cash offshore, we just need to get to it.
This isn't going to go away.
They'll find Thomas.
Don't you ever say his name again.
Fine, they've got Griffin; he'll tell them everything.
Don't worry about Griffin, all right?
He's going to be out in 24 hours.
Oh, baby.
(laughs)
I chartered Griffin
a plane.
It is waiting for him.
We just need to get to it.
You see, you and I-- we just keep fighting.
We just keep fighting, and everything's gonna be all right.
Alex...
it was me.
What was you?
The police.
I gave the information.
It wasn't Thomas, it was me, and I can't carry this
anymore, baby.
I love you, but it was me.
It was me, it was me! Don't...
Don't do this to me, Jack!
It was... It was me!
(screaming)
(sobbing)
(coughing)
(sobbing)
(dialing phone)
(phone ringing)
Unis found Carson's car.
Same lot had a stolen car report this morning.
He'll dump that one pretty quickly, too.
(snaps fingers)
JACKIE (over phone): It doesn't matter.
I ruined everything.
(sobbing)
I deserve to die.
Does he know about you, Jackie?
Friend.
Jackie, I have a friend who wants to talk to you, okay?
(sobbing)
PARKER: Jackie, this is Sergeant Parker.
You can call me Greg.
I was at the club last night.
I know things didn't work out the way you wanted.
I just want this over.
So do we, Jackie.
But it keeps going on
and on and keeps getting worse.
From now on, we can make it better.
We can do that.
No, we can't.
You don't get it.
Yes, I do.
No, you don't get it.
Yes, I do.
I'm at the Leslie Spit right now.
You're with Thomas?
Yes.
You don't have to run from this.
(sobbing)
JACKIE: It was an accident.
I swear, it was an accident.
I believe you.
We see signs of struggle, and if you want this to be over,
finally free of this, you need to tell us where you are.
Jackie?
Jackie, you there?
We're going to the plane,
the private plane that Griffin came on.
Thank you, Jackie.
If I don't make it, it doesn't matter.
Oh, yes, it does.
Yes, it does. Are you in danger right now?
Jackie, Jackie?
Are...?
Airport.
I'm right behind you.
(sirens wailing)
Jackie, where are you going?
Jackie!
I am done!
Get back here!
No, I'm done!
We are not done!
Don't touch me! Don't touch me!
I killed my friend, and you were there,
so that makes you part of it.
So, we are not done!
(tires squealing)
(gasps)
What am I supposed to do with you?
Alex...
We were supposed to spend our whole lives together.
(crying): I know.
Was it real?
What?
Was any of it real?
Yes.
Alex, I love you.
Then why?
I'm sorry,
they made me.
I didn't have a choice.
(hammer clicks)
(whimpers)
(sobbing): No, no, Alex...
(sirens wailing)
The plane is a Falcon 50 three-engine commuter jet.
Should be in the hangars, southeast corner of the airport.
PARKER: Okay, listen up, everybody.
I know this is a long shift,
so this is just to remind everybody, including myself,
no matter how this went down tonight, it doesn't matter,
however Jackie played this, it doesn't matter.
She's still a C.I. under imminent threat.
Spike and Jules, you head to the hangar.
Sam and Ed, I want you on the periphery.
Copy that. We're minutes away.
(sirens continue wailing)
(tires screech)
(jet engines humming)
PARKER: Jules, check the vehicles!
Spike, cut the engine!
Wordy, hangar roof!
You're Sierra! I'm Sierra?
Go!
JULES: Car's empty.
Open the door!
(engines power down)
PARKER: Alex Carson, this is
Sergeant Greg Parker with the Police Strategic Response Unit!
You need to exit the plane!
Show me your hands! Do it now!
No visual on the subject.
No visual.
He's coming out.
Show me your hands.
Show me your hands! Show me your hands!
Alex Carson! You need to exit the plane!
SPIKE: Get behind the truck.
You need to do it now!
Show me your hands, Jackie.
Where is he?
You're Greg.
I recognized your voice.
I've got Jackie-- Carson's not on the plane.
Where is he, Jackie?
He's not here.
Why'd you do this?
Why do you
keep helping him like this?
Everything I have, everything I am
is because of him.
I should never have sold him out.
Thomas is dead because of me.
And when I told him...
Alex looks at me, and...
he just forgives me.
PARKER (over radio): Hey, Team One, Carson's on the run.
Repeat, Carson is not yet in custody.
Sierra, I have the subject on foot.
Northbound, east side.
(panting)
(tires squeal) I got him.
WORDY: He's coming back towards the plane.
(tires squeal)
ED: Alex, I need you to put the gun down.
Let's see some hands.
Put the gun down, hands on the fence.
Hands on the fence!
Put the gun down, Alex!
I have the solution.
I got the solution, too, boss.
Sierra, hold. Spike, hold.
Put your hands up on the fence.
Do it now!
Come on, now, drop the gun.
Guess it's not the broken heart that kills you, huh?
Alex, you're a smart guy here, so take the long view--
it is still life.
Not without her.
(siren approaches)
Just put the gun down.
I said put the gun down.
I have to see her again.
Then drop the gun.
I have to say good-bye.
Put the gun down, Alex!
Alex...
Alex, you put
the gun down, and I give you my word you will.
She does not want to see you die, Alex.
Sam.
Okay.
Jules.
Jackie!
¶ ¶
I'm so sorry.
Babe, I know.
I'm so sorry.
¶ ¶
¶ When it's time to go ¶
¶ Say so ¶
¶ And I'll know ¶
¶ When it's time to go ¶
¶ When it's time to leave ¶
¶ Don't grieve for me ¶
¶ When it's time to leave ¶
¶ Just wave... ¶
¶ Good-bye ¶
¶ Just wave... ¶
¶ Good-bye. ¶
Eddie, I got to ask you about what happened at the club.
You hesitate at the door because you had a bad feeling,
or this thing at home leaking into work? That's why you put me
on the perimeter? I'm glad I did.
Okay, Greg, look...
we did the best we could with the information we had.
If I had had a bad feeling, I would've said something.
Would you?
¶ Don't hold on to my hand ¶
I saw Sophie last night,
and she said that I have to choose.
What do you mean?
It's her, the kids. Or it's the job.
It's the job.
And what am I supposed to do with that?
What am I supposed to do?
¶ Good-bye, just wave... ¶