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INT. FINCH'S LIBRARY - DAY
REESE carries a pink box of doughnuts and a tray with two cups into the library. FINCH is standing, looking at glass board with papers taped to it.
FINCH
Good morning, Mr. Reese.
REESE
If you say so.
(hands Finch the box)
FINCH
Any croquillant in there?
Reese sets the tray down and takes one cup for himself.
REESE
If that's a doughnut, then yes. So, what have we got?
Finch opens the doughnut box and takes one, passing the box back to Reese.
FINCH
Nothing much, unfortunately. The Machine kicked out a number that has one of the smallest digital footprints I've ever seen.
Finch takes a bite out of his doughnut while Reese takes a sip from his cup. Reese sits down.
REESE
No photos?
FINCH
Not everyone in New York has a driver's license, Mr. Reese. First three digits of the social suggest that Jordan Hester was born in Georgia.
REESE
I'm supposed to recognize him by his accent?
FINCH
Or her. I can't even verify the gender. Hester's living off the grid. No photos online and nothing on the social networking sites.
REESE
I've never understood why people put all their information on those sites. Used to make our job a lot easier in the C.I.A. (takes another sip from his cup)
FINCH
Of course, that's why I created them.
REESE
You're telling me you invented online social networking, Finch?
Reese stands up. Finch goes to his computer, setting down his doughnut.
FINCH
The Machine needed more information. People's social graph, their associations.
(opens up search on social networking website for "Jordan Hester")
The government have been trying to figure it out for years. Turns out most people were happy to volunteer it. Business wound up being quite profitable, too. Unfortunately, Jordan Hester seems to be more cautious than most, but I was able to run a credit check.
Reese looks at papers on glass board. Finch picks up his doughnut again.
REESE
According to this, Hester's got two of everything. Two bank accounts, two apartments, two phone bills.
FINCH
If I had to guess, which, as you know, I hate doing, I'd have to say we're looking at a person leading a double life.
REESE
Can't cover them both. Time for you to get some fresh air. I'll call Carter, see if our guy, or girl, has a criminal record.
Reese dials Carter on his cell phone.
FINCH
Is that a good idea? Detective Carter's not exactly your number one fan right now.
EXT. UNDER BRIDGE - DAY
CARTER walks up to crime scene, hanging up her ringing phone as two uniformed officers lift the tape for her.
OFFICER #1
Morning, detective.
DETECTIVE TERNEY walks up to greet Carter.
TERNEY
Lo and behold, Detective Carter. At an actual homicide investigation. What, are you tired of chasing around your mystery man?
CARTER
What've we got?
TERNEY
Eh, African American male, seventeen years old, D.O.A.
Officers are gathered around the body, pointing and taking pictures.
TERNEY
Thanks to this genius over here.
Two officers are restraining a man.
OFFICER #2
C'mon, let's go.
TERNEY
They got into an argument over a girl.
TERNEY
But this is open-and-closed, the kid already confessed.
CARTER
Did he say why he did it?
TERNEY
He said, and I quote, "What was I supposed to do?" And then, he said it was our fault.
CARTER
Yeah, how does that follow?
TERNEY
Said we weren't here to stop him.
Carter's phone rings.
CARTER
One second.
Carter turns away to look at her phone. "Number Withheld." She hangs up without picking up. She looks back to see the body getting covered up and the girl tearfully speaking to an officer.
GIRL
There was nothing I could do.
[FOOTAGE: WALKWAY 4H CAM 3 - 07:24:32 - 07:24:33 - Officers gathered outside crime scene]
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EXT. BROOKLYN STREET - DAY
Reese is walking along sidewalk, approaching a door.
FINCH (via earpiece)
I'm at the apartment in the Village, Mr. Reese. Are you at the one in Brooklyn?
EXT. GREENWICH VILLAGE STREET - DAY
Finch is standing in front of a building.
FINCH
Any sign of Hester at your location?
Finch watches woman approach the entrance and follows her.
INT. BROOKLYN APARTMENT ENTRANCE - DAY
Reese is entering the building's foyer, looking through a glass door.
REESE
It would help if I knew what I was looking for.
EXT. GREENWICH VILLAGE STREET - DAY
Finch limps up the steps to the door, greeting the woman as she's opening the door.
FINCH
Hello.
(She holds the door for him.)
Thank you. Thank you so much.
INT. BROOKLYN APARTMENT ENTRANCE - DAY
REESE
Last one in pays for lunch.
Reese pulls out his gun, using it to hammer a bump key into the doorknob. He twists the key and opens the door, entering.
FINCH (via earpiece)
I'm in the mood for Indian.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT ENTRANCE - DAY
Finch walks through doorway, tapping away on his phone.
FINCH
Any response from Detective Carter?
REESE (via earpiece)
Still not answering my calls. Maybe you should try her.
Finch holds his phone up to the electronic lock.
FINCH
Carter's issue isn't with you, Mr. Reese. It's with your methods.
(Lock beeps and opens)
(looks through the doorway)
Our methods.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT HALLWAY - DAY
Finch enters and looks around.
FINCH
Not to mention the fact that you gave up a witness under her protection. And nearly got a cop killed in the process.
INT. BROOKLYN APARTMENT - DAY
Reese walks into a cheap-looking apartment.
REESE
Nobody's perfect, Finch.
FINCH (via earpiece) This is very bohemian.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - DAY
Finch walks into a very expensive-looking apartment.
FINCH
Maybe Hester is an artist or a writer. No photos, though.
INT. BROOKLYN APARTMENT - DAY
Reese is walking around the room, taking stock of it.
FINCH (via earpiece)
What are you seeing?
REESE
Well, it's very spartan. Just a desk, mattress, some free weights, not much else.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - DAY
FINCH
Maybe it's Hester's office
Finch picks up Hester's mail.
REESE (via earpiece)
In a different apartment building?
INT. BROOKLYN APARTMENT - DAY
Reese reaches into the desk drawer, pulling out a roll of money.
REESE
I found a money roll marked with Hester's initials.
The roll reads "JH $152".
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - DAY
Finch is sorting through Hester's mail. There is mail from Bayridge Savings, Hogarth Furniture Gallery, and Meridian Falls Insurance.
REESE (via earpiece)
Mostly small bills, though.
Finch sets the stack of envelopes back where he found it. He sees a laptop and picks it up.
REESE (via earpiece)
Just going through his garbage. I got some receipts.
INT. BROOKLYN APARTMENT - DAY
Reese opens a crumpled receipt.
REESE
The Hammer 'N' Ale. That pub's just around the corner from here. Recipt shows an employee discount.
(holds up money roll)
Money could be from a tip roll.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - DAY
Finch sits down with the laptop in a very odd-looking chair.
REESE (via earpiece)
Finch, I'm gonna check it out.
FINCH
If he lives and works in Brooklyn, what's this place for?
Finch opens the laptop.
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[FOOTAGE: ENTRANCE SECURITY B - 08:54:53 - 08:54:54 - Reese entering the pub]
INT. HAMMER 'N' ALE - DAY
Reese enters and saunters up to the bar. MAGGIE, the bartender, walks over to him.
MAGGIE
What can I get ya?
REESE
Whatever's on tap.
She grabs a glass.
MAGGIE
(shouting) Hester! What's taking you so long?
She fills the glass while HESTER walks up carrying two boxes.
HESTER
They were under a bunch of other boxes.
He sets them down.
REESE
Finch, got eyes on Hester. He's working as a barback.
FINCH (via earpiece)
Barback?
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - DAY
FINCH
How can he afford to keep up the rent on both places?
Finch is running a file transfer program on the laptop, which has a peacock feather background. He hears voices outside and jumps up, setting the laptop back where he found it and hurriedly exiting the room.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT HALLWAY - DAY
Finch goes to the door, stops there and opens the door behind him to the closet.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT CLOSET - DAY
Finch enters the closet, shutting the door behind him. The closet is filled with women's shoes and clothing.
WOMAN'S VOICE
Much warmer than yesterday.
MAN'S VOICE
I know.
Finch looks out of the slats in the closet door.
MAN
(setting down a box)
So, anything else I can do for you, Ms. Hester?
JORDAN
No, and for the last time, will you please call me Jordan?
FINCH
(whispering)
Um, Mr. Reese?
(Man leaves and Jordan picks up scissors)
You may have eyes on Hester, but I have ears on her.
INT. HAMMER 'N' ALE - DAY
Reese looks confused.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT CLOSET - DAY
FINCH
(whispering)
Jordan Hester. She's here in her apartment. This isn't one person leading a double life.
INT. HAMMER 'N' ALE - DAY
REESE
It's two people living one.
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INT. FINCH'S LIBRARY - DAY
Finch is dripping water onto the floor as he walks in. Reese is at the glass board, toying with a picture.
REESE
Welcome back.
FINCH
I suppose I should thank you for making them evacuate the building.
REESE
Thank the automatic sprinkler system.
(tosses Finch a towel)
FINCH
So, we still have no idea who Jordan Hester is.
(dries his hair)
REESE
Well, at least we narrowed it down.
FINCH
Two people, one social security number. Only one can be Hester.
(hangs up his coat)
So someone is an imposter.
(drapes towel over his shoulders)
REESE
Good luck telling who's who.
FINCH
(taking a seat in front of his computer)
We'd better decide quickly. Usually, when the Machine gives us a number, we have only 24 to 48 hours before something happens.
REESE
Shouldn't we be able to track down a birth certificate for one of them?
FINCH
Long-form birth certificates are hard to get a hold of. Most medical records over twenty years old aren't digitized anywhere.
REESE
We're not dealing with a typical identity thief here, are we?
FINCH
No, normally they would steal your money and go on a shopping spree.
(opening up account statements for Bayridge Savings and Onestate Bank)
This one is stealing a whole life.
REESE
Did you get anything from the woman's laptop?
FINCH
Emails and contact lists. Nothing that would indicate that she's not the real Jordan Hester.
REESE
I bluejacked our guy's phone, went through his recent calls. Seems he rented a van last week.
FINCH
Maybe he's finally going to buy some furniture.
REESE
We need to keep eyes on both of them until we figure this out.
FINCH
We're still going to need an extra hand. Will the real Jordan Hester please stand up?
[FOOTAGE: 4 & JANE SW CORNER CAM 02 - 12:27:10 - 12:27:13]
INT. HAMMER 'N' ALE - DAY
Reese is sitting at the bar as FUSCO walks in.
REESE
Hello, Lionel.
Fusco steals one of Reese's fries and sits down.
FUSCO
Nice job handing Moretti over to Elias.
REESE
I had no choice.
FUSCO
Well, you got HR buzzing. Don't worry about it though, I'm pretty close to finding out who the major players are.
(takes another fry)
REESE
I didn't ask you here to talk about HR. I've got an assignment for you. I need you to dig up everything you can on a Jordan Hester.
FUSCO
You've got me doing undercover work for HR. Now you want me to do above-the-board stuff, too? Make up your mind.
REESE
I didn't realize it was my job to make yours easier, Lionel.
FUSCO
Hey, good cop, bad cop, it's only my life we're playing with here.
REESE
It's not your life I'm focused on right now, is it? Someone needs our help.
Reese slide some photos across the bar. Fusco picks them up and looks at them. There's one of each potential Jordan Hester.
FUSCO
Which one?
FUSCO
I'll see what I can do.
(gets up to leave)
[FOOTAGE: MTA 57 St (F) SE 2 - 14:44:50 - 14:44:52 - Jordan Hester (the female one) is coming out of the subway]
REESE (via earpiece)
Hey, Finch. What's your Hester up to?
EXT. SUBWAY STOP - DAY
Jordan is walking away, carrying her purse. Finch follows Jordan up out of the subway, carrying an umbrella.
FINCH
Six hours and all she's done is run errands. Probably go to the post office next.
INT. HAMMER 'N' ALE - DAY
Reese is still sitting at the bar, watching Hester work.
REESE
My Hester's still at work.
FINCH (via earpiece)
So, we're dealing with the two most ordinary people on the planet.
REESE
Except one of them is not what they seem.
FINCH (via earpiece)
I did some more digging in that credit report. Found something interesting.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Finch is following Jordan, his umbrella open above him.
FINCH
Luxury co-op on the Upper West Side ordered a credit check six months ago. Might be worth a look.
INT. HAMMER 'N' ALE - DAY
REESE
You're not telling me there's a third Jordan Hester, are you?
FINCH (via earpiece)
I don't think so.
EXT. STREET - DAY
FINCH
One of our Hesters rented a large apartment there. But, the man at the front desk says he's never met him. Or her.
INT. HAMMER 'N' ALE - DAY
REESE
Well, my Hester is still in the middle of his shift.
(gets up to leave)
I'll check it out.
[FOOTAGE: BAR CAMERA 4 - 14:45:32 - 14:45:34 - Reese exiting the bar]
[FOOTAGE: EAST SIDEWALK B - 14:52:05 - 14:52:06]
[FOOTAGE: ENTRANCE CAM 11 - 14:53:20 - 14:53:22 - Front of NYPD 8th Precinct]
Fusco has the two pictures set up on his desk. He is wearing his glasses and peering down at some paperwork. Carter walks up behind him, going to her desk.
CARTER
Pull a double homicide?
FUSCO
I'm just doing a favor for a friend over at Vice.
(Carter sits down at her desk)
Did you ever work an identity theft case?
CARTER
(starting to work on paperwork)
Every arrest I ever made, they all say I got the wrong guy.
CARTER
Must be nice. Helping out people who are still alive.
FUSCO
Everything okay?
SPECIAL AGENT DONNELLY walks in carrying a briefcase.
DONNELLY
Detective Carter
She turns to look at him.
DONNELLY
I'm Special Agent Donnelly. We worked together on the Delancy shooting last month.
CARTER
Right. Of course. What brings you back to the 8th?
DONNELLY
You, actually.
INT. NYPD INNER OFFICE - DAY
F.B.I. file on John Doe, Case No.: 98876420 hits the desk. Carter closes the door. Donnelly has his briefcase on the desk.
CARTER
What's this about?
DONNELLY
You sent a set of fingerprints through AFIS a few months back.
CARTER
I work Homicide. That tends to happen.
DONNELLY
Yeah, well, these got our attention.
(opens the file)
In your reports, you refer to him as the man in the suit. And we think this may be the same man who assaulted my team and kidnapped a suspect in our custody.
CARTER
The way I remember it, the suspect was later cleared of all charges.
DONNELLY
That's beside the point, Detective. Now, our agents believes this man may be connected to dozens of unsolved homicides and assaults over the years, many of them here in New York in the last six months. A series of bank robberies involving ex-military, paranoid Stasi operative, shootings of drug dealers, gangsters, even police officers. Now, you speculated, based on your initial interview with this man, that he was former military, maybe Special Forces.
CARTER
It's all in my reports.
DONNELLY
No, no, it's not, not by a long shot. When can you spare me an hour, detective? I've got something to show you.
Donnelly puts the file into his briefcase and shuts it, then moves to leave.
[FOOTAGE: S ENTRY 03 - 15:18:53 - 15:19:01 - Footman standing in front of door, which an old lady carrying several bags approaches. Reese offers to help and gets let in.]
REESE
Can I give you a hand with that?
OLD LADY
Sure. Thank you.
She passes him the bags. The footman opens the door. She enters, followed by Mr. Reese.
REESE
There you are.
[FOOTAGE: S ENTRY 01 - 15:19:03 - 15:19:04 - Reese and the old lady are walking inside. The footman closes the door behind them.]
[FOOTAGE: A ELEV 02 - 15:19:17 - 15:19:21 - Reese is inside an elevator at which stopped at "P1"]
REESE
I'm taking a look at this third apartment, Finch.
The door opens and he walks out, fishing a lockpick out of his pocket.
INT. DOOR TO THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
Reese is picking the lock.
FINCH (via earpiece)
Look for anything that might point to which Hester it belongs to.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Finch is standing with his phone out.
FINCH
We're running out of time, we need to find out where the threat's coming from.
INT. DOOR TO THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
Reese gets the door unlocked.
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
Reese enters, looking around carefully. He sees trays of multicolored substances and then a plethora of chemical equipment.
REESE
I don't know which Hester it belongs to, but I got an idea what they're mixed up in. I'm standing in the middle of an MDMA lab.
EXT. STREET - DAY
FINCH
Ecstasy? Are you sure?
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
REESE
Well, it's either that or someone's really into chemistry.
Reese ducks as a crowbar is swung at the back of his head. He spins and nails JEKYLL in the face, knocking him out. Jekyll drops his phone.
Reese straightens his jacket.
REESE
Found a guy who can tell us what's going on. But, uh, he's not really in a talking mood right now.
He picks up the guy's cell phone. A call is in progress.
MAN'S VOICE
Hello?
REESE
Looks like I'm going to have more company soon.
MAN'S VOICE
Hello?
Reese disconnects the call.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Jordan is window shopping, looking at coats. Finch walks up, umbrella closed and on the arm holding phone, turns awkwardly, then bustles past her, stopping a little further on.
FINCH
At least we know why our I.D. thief stole Hester's name. MDMA can be made with legal chemicals--
Reese has his phone and the guy's phone out, and is cloning it.
FINCH (via earpiece)
But, they're monitored. Buy in bulk, you draw the attention of the authorities.
EXT. STREET - DAY
FINCH
But, if you use someone else's name.
REESE (via earpiece)
They wind up holding the bag.
Finch looks through Jordan's phone on his cloned copy.
FINCH
Looks like your Hester's not the only one who's employed. Jordan's emails indicate that she works in antiques.
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
Reese sets down a blue box on the floor. He stands on it to reach the ceiling and plant a camera there.
FINCH (via earpiece)
Maybe as a buyer, or a dealer.
[FOOTAGE: No timestamp - View from camera of MDMA lab]
REESE
Are you on a first-name basis already?
EXT. STREET - DAY
FINCH
No, I'm just. tired of using pronouns.
He looks back to where Jordan was a moment before. She's gone. He looks around and hurries onward.
[FOOTAGE: WEATHERCAM FW104 - 15:50:03 - 15:50:53]
REESE
Hey, Finch. Our ecstasy cook just woke up.
INT. HAMMER 'N' ALE - DAY
We see the footage from the MDMA lab camera on Reese's phone.
HYDE
What happened?
HYDE helps JEKYLL up.
JEKYLL
Some guy broke in, got the drop on me.
HYDE
Well, he didn't take anything.
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
JEKYLL
We got a bigger problem right now. Boss wants to meet.
HYDE
What? Four years and we've never even seen the boss. Why are we meeting him now?
JEKYLL
I don't know. But this can't be good.
(bends down and picks up his phone)
Come on, meeting's in an hour.
INT. HAMMER 'N' ALE - DAY
Reese puts away his phone.
REESE
Hester's name is on the lease for that co-op. Odds are, either your Hester or mine is the boss. We need to stay close, Finch.
(is watching Hester, who is still working)
FINCH (via earpiece)
Oh, dear. I think I just lost her.
[FOOTAGE: ENTR/CHECKOUT A - 15:52:10 - 15:52:15 - Finch enters a bookstore]
INT. BOOKSTORE - DAY
Finch walks in, looking around. He stops by a display of books. Jordan walks up to him while he's browsing.
JORDAN
Ah. Sometimes I wonder if it'd be published today.
Finch examines a copy of The Trial by Franz Kafka.
FINCH
I'd be first in line, but, then. meandering exposition is kind of my thing.
JORDAN
(smiling)
I'm sorry, I. I didn't mean to intrude.
FINCH
Oh, no, that's-- I'm Harold.
Finch holds out his hand. Jordan shakes it.
Finch smiles. His phone rings.
FINCH
Excuse me a moment.
(moves away and picks up the phone)
Why are you calling me?
REESE (via phone)
Why are you talking to her?
FINCH
Because I haven't your gift for avoiding people. Besides, she seems nice and she has excellent taste in literature.
INT. HAMMER 'N' ALE - DAY
REESE
Or she knows you're tailing her and she circled back for a closer look.
HESTER
Maggie, I'm taking off, I'll see you tomorrow.
Hester goes to leave.
REESE
Finch, Hester's on the move. He could be meeting up with the cooks.
Reese stands up to follow and puts away the phone.
INT. BOOKSTORE - DAY
Finch turns around.
FINCH
I've lost her again.
[FOOTAGE: ENTR/CHECKOUT A - 15:53:25 - 15:53:28 - Finch exits the bookstore in a hurry]
EXT. STREET - DAY
Finch looks around outside. He sees Jordan walking away. Two men in black jackets are approaching her from behind.
FINCH
Mr. Reese, what did that drug cook look like? Big, kind of terrifying?
He is now holding up his umbrella.
EXT. MEETING PLACE - DAY
REESE
Not even close.
Reese is watching Hester, who is standing behind a white van.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Finch is approaching Jordan and the two men.
FINCH
If we've mistaken this woman for a drug dealer, is it possible someone else has, too?
REESE (via earpiece)
Anything's possible, Finch.
EXT. MEETING PLACE - DAY
REESE
Did you bring a weapon?
EXT. STREET - DAY
FINCH
I told you, Mr. Reese, I don't like weapons.
EXT. MEETING PLACE - DAY
REESE
Well, you'd better be prepared to talk them to death, and you'd better do it fast. Because I think I know which one of them is the imposter.
(watching the two ecstasy cooks approach Hester)
Which means your Hester's in trouble.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Finch closes the umbrella and takes off his coat.
FINCH
Jordan! You forgot your jacket!
(hands her his jacket and murmurs in Jordan's ear)
You're in danger, come with me.
Finch leads her back the way they came by her arm.
JORDAN
Who were those guys?
FINCH
Don't look back, just keep walking.
[FOOTAGE: EAST GATE 4 - 15:54:42 - 15:54:45 - Hester is talking to the ecstasy cooks]
EXT. MEETING PLACE - DAY
JEKYLL
So, you're the boss?
HESTER
Yeah, that's right?
HYDE
Don't take this the wrong way, but why are we meeting in person?
HESTER
Someone's onto us. We need to finish this batch and relocate.
HYDE
We're low on saffron.
HESTER
Already got it covered.
He opens the van, revealing several blue barrels.
REESE
Looks like we know who's who.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Finch ushers Jordan into a taxi.
REESE (via earpiece)
My guy's the drug dealer.
FINCH
And your drug dealer has placed the real Jordan Hester in danger.
He gets into the cab as well. It drives off.
[FOOTAGE: ROOFTOP RIVERVIEW - 16:12:23 - 16:24:30]
[FOOTAGE: 23 & 5 NE CORNER CAM 01 - 16:32:16 - 16:32:18]
[FOOTAGE: NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH CAM 3 - 16:36:27 - 16:36:29 - Hester and the cooks are unloading the barrels]
EXT. OUTSIDE THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
HESTER
Alright, c'mon, hurry up, let's go.
Reese's phone rings. He picks up.
REESE
Hello, Lionel.
FUSCO
Hey, I think your guy might be cooking ecstasy.
EXT. OUTSIDE THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
REESE
Is that so?
Hester starts closing up the van.
FUSCO (via phone)
He got arrested six months ago--
FUSCO
And one of his distributors got popped.
EXT. OUTSIDE THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
The cooks are wheeling the barrels in.
FUSCO (via phone)
The cops found evidence that he was buying chemicals. But, the distributor couldn't pick him out of a lineup so they had to cut Hester loose.
Hester head to the cab of the van.
FUSCO
All the distributor knew was a name. He had actually never met the boss.
Hester shoves a gun into the front of his pants.
FUSCO (via phone)
So, if that's it--
FUSCO
Then, maybe I can just go back to doing one job for you, huh?
REESE (via phone)
Not just yet.
EXT. OUTSIDE THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
Hester takes the keys out of the ignition and shuts the door.
REESE
Hester whatever-his-name is very serious about protecting his identity. Maybe serious enough to kill.
Fusco looks down at Jordan's picture.
FUSCO
You think he'd go after the girl?
REESE (via phone)
That's what I need to know.
EXT. OUTSIDE THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
REESE
Which means you need to find out how he stole her identity.
[FOOTAGE: NYPD CRUISER 308D REAR - 16:40:03 - 16:40:04]
[FOOTAGE: 50FL BALC NORTH - 16:40:21 - 16:40:22]
JORDAN
But, who were those guys?
[FOOTAGE: FRONT PLAZA 01 - 16:40:48 - 16:40:55 - Finch and Jordan getting out of the cab and approaching a building]
FINCH
I'm afraid they may have been in the drug trade. And they think you are, too.
INT. RESTAURANT - DAY
Finch and Jordan are sitting across from each other at window seats in a fancy restaurant. A waitress hands Finch a menu and takes his coat, walking away.
JORDAN
That's who stole my identity? A drug dealer?
FINCH
So, you know about the I.D. theft.
JORDAN
(nodding)
I've known for a few weeks, but I think it's been going on for months. I kept calling my credit card company, my bank. They kept telling me to call the police. The cops just kept telling me to fill out more reports and call the bank.
FINCH
White collar crime is at the bottom of every police department's to-do list.
JORDAN
I take it you're not a cop.
FINCH
Not quite.
He pulls out, looks at, and lays a business card on the table, reading "Harold Crow, Private Investigator, 920 E. 68th St., Suite 500, New York, NY 10065, 212-555-0179." Jordan picks it up.
JORDAN
Private Investigator?
FINCH
It's very Raymond Chandler, isn't it? The reality is a little bit more mundane, I'm afraid. Mostly following people around and taking pictures.
JORDAN
Why were you following me?
FINCH
I've been hired by another victim. The police didn't do anything for him, either.
JORDAN
So, what do I do now?
FINCH
Right now? Breathe deep, have a cup of tea. I have someone keeping an eye on the man who stole your identity. As soon as we have enough proof to arrest e'll get the police involved.
Fusco takes a seat across from DETECTIVE DES FRANKLIN, carrying a file.
FUSCO
You Franklin?
FRANKLIN
You must be Fusco. Detective Des Franklin, I.D. Theft Squad. How can I help you?
Fusco opens the file and shows it to Franklin.
FUSCO
Jordan Hester. She's our vic.
FRANKLIN
A man stealing a woman's identity. That's a new one.
FUSCO
Yeah, well, it's been going on for about a year now.
FRANKLIN
A year? So we're not talking about a shopping spree at Best Buy. He's using her I.D. as a cover for criminal activity, right?
FUSCO
We think he's cooking E.
FUSCO
Why do you find that so strange?
FRANKLIN
This case last year, suspect claimed he was innocent all the way through trial, said somebody stole his identity.
FUSCO
No one believed him?
FRANKLIN
My unit catches upward of a hundred new complaint every day. Can't bring us in every time somebody says he didn't do it.
FUSCO
What was the charge?
FRANKLIN
Manufacturing with intent. Making ecstasy. Kyle Morrison. Pretty sure he's still locked up.
Franklin glances over to look at a waitress, who is picking up a man's credit card. She slides the card through a reader on her hip.
FRANKLIN
That's my cue.
(approaches her, pulling out his badge)
I'm Detective Franklin. I'd like to talk to you about a string of credit card thefts. You already know about the.
Fusco pulls out his phone and dials.
MAN'S VOICE
NYPD Homicide.
FUSCO
Yes, it's Detective Fusco. I'm looking for a man by the name of Kyle Morrison. Can you tell me where he's being held?
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REESE
Hope you're enjoying your tea, Finch. I'm gonna take a closer look at Hester's van.
EXT. OUTSIDE THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
Reese approaches the van, using a slim jim to unlock it. He opens the door and gets in. He spies Hester's laptop and picks it up.
REESE
Ah, guy takes his computer with him everywhere. He's even more careful than you are, Finch.
INT. RESTAURANT - DAY
Finch's finger is at his earpiece, as he listens. Then, he lowers his hand.
EXT. OUTSIDE THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
Reese opens the laptop.
REESE
I might need a little help cracking his--
INT. RESTAURANT - DAY
Jordan takes a sip from her cup.
REESE (via earpiece)
Laptop's not password protected. Guess he's not as careful as I thought, Finch.
EXT. OUTSIDE THIRD APARTMENT - DAY
Reese is scrolling through Hester's documents.
REESE
Okay, not seeing any secret accounts full of drug profits or messages about business.
He opens up internet browser to pages with guides to making MDMA, then videos showing how to operate firearms.
REESE
And since when do seasoned drug dealers need how-to tips from the internet?
INT. RESTAURANT - DAY
Jordan is looking through her phone and gasps.
JORDAN
Ohh, I missed a client meeting.
FINCH
What do you do for a living?
JORDAN
Well, technically, I'm a freelance buyer, but no one really knows what that means.
FINCH
Buyer of what?
JORDAN
Antiques. I love old stuff.
FINCH
Like books.
JORDAN
Especially books. I can't really afford to buy the stuff I like, so people hire me and I buy old stuff for them. Kind of like an interior decorator with cobwebs.
FINCH
Sounds like fun.
JORDAN
Well, it's an embarrassing use of an arts degree, but it's my dream. Someday I'd love to own my own shop. That is, if this whole I.D. thing hasn't permanently ruined my credit, or I don't wind up dead.
(takes a sip from her drink)
Any idea when I can go home?
FINCH
I think it's too dangerous right now. What if these guys figured out where you live? We should get you a hotel room.
JORDAN
Can I at least pack a bag?
FINCH
I'm not sure that's wise.
JORDAN
Even if you came with me?
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INT. THIRD APARTMENT - NIGHT
Hester is inspecting the lab.
HESTER
So this is our entire next shipment?
HYDE
Where'd you get this stuff? It smells a little different.
HESTER
That's because it's even more pure. Now, let's start the cook.
Reese sidles into the apartment's front entrance. He watches the feed from the camera on his phone.
HESTER
So this batch will be ready in what, twenty-four hours or so?
The two cooks laugh as they busy themselves with the chemistry.
JEKYLL
If my nana was cooking it.
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Fusco is sitting across from KYLE MORRISON in an interview room at the penitentiary.
MORRISON
You're Homicide?
INT. INTERVIEW ROOM - NIGHT
MORRISON
You guys think I killed someone, too?
FUSCO
That's not why I'm here.
MORRISON
What, so you just wanna rub it in? Well, congratulations, you got me.
FUSCO
I thought you didn't do it.
MORRISON
I'm not a drug dealer. I've been saying that for a year and nobody's believed me yet. 'Once a suspect, always a suspect,' isn't that the official NYPD motto?
FUSCO
When did you know your identity was first stolen?
Fusco pulls out a pen and notepad.
MORRISON
When the cops knocked down my door and put a shotgun to my head.
FUSCO
And that was, what, a year ago?
MORRISON
You know, the more I talked to you guys, the more you twisted my words around, so, you know, maybe today I'm not in the mood.
(stands up, pushing his chair backwards)
FUSCO
We think what happened to you may have happened to someone else. Sit down.
FUSCO
Look, I know you've got not reason to trust me, and I know exactly how you feel. Everyone's got you wrong. Everyone thinks you're something that you're not and you've got no way to change their mind. You help me catch this guy, and I'll see about getting you out of here.
MORRISON
You believe me?
FUSCO
Until you give me a reason not to.
MORRISON
When it. When it started, it was just the money. I'd call the bank and then they'd close the account and then another one would pop right back up. Before long, my credit was shot, my savings were gone, couldn't pay my mortgage, couldn't support my family. And then the cops came rolling up. You got kids?
FUSCO
My boy's nine.
MORRISON
Missed my daughter's second birthday last month. Her mother doesn't want anything to do with me anymore.
FUSCO
Look, you help me catch this guy, and I'll do my best to get you home to see your little girl. I give you my word.
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - NIGHT
The cooks see that the glass distiller is full of brown sludge.
HYDE
Something's not right here.
HESTER
Damn it, we're out of time, the cops are on their way here right now.
JEKYLL
What? How?
Reese is watching on his phone.
HESTER
Who cares? We gotta get this merch outta here fast.
HYDE
What about the cook?
HESTER
Forget it, this lab is burned. Wipe everything down for prints, I'm gonna pack this stuff up.
Hester grabs a bag. The two cooks start cleaning everything up.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT HALLWAY - NIGHT
Turning on the lights, Finch enters with Jordan in tow. He looks around.
FINCH
Why are there towels everywhere?
JORDAN
Oh, yes, sprinkler system went off yesterday. Some idiot pulled the alarm.
She walks off into the main room.
FINCH
How odd. I've arranged a hotel room for you, if you wanna collect your things.
JORDAN (offscreen)
Uh. In a minute.
FINCH
We really shouldn't linger.
He follows her in.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - NIGHT
She has poured two drinks from a decanter.
JORDAN
I know. But, after the day I've had, I could use something a little stronger than tea.
She offers him a glass, which he accepts. They clink their glasses together and she walks away into her bedroom. Finch takes a sip from his glass.
INT. INTERVIEW ROOM - NIGHT
Fusco lays down a file containing Jordan Hester's credit card account summary.
FUSCO
Here's the victim's accounts. You recognize any of these charges?
MORRISON
Hardware stores. There were a lot of those in my accounts, too. Um. Bulk purchases of chemicals. That's what the cops used as evidence against me.
FUSCO
Surprise for the labs.
MORRISON
I guess.
FUSCO
Recognize anything else?
(opens another file)
Okay. These are the bank statements. You recognize anything here?
MORRISON
Wait.
(examining the picture of Jordan)
Why do you have a picture of her?
FUSCO
That's Jordan Hester, she's the victim.
MORRISON
No, no, no, that's, uh, that's Mary. She was the receptionist at my accountant's office.
FUSCO
Mary?
(gathers up the files)
Excuse me a minute.
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - NIGHT
Hester is packing up the bags.
HESTER
When you're done with the wipe-down, get the hell out, and I'll be in touch when I find a new lab.
HYDE
Get one with skylights like the last one. It's better ventilation for when we heat the phosphorus.
HESTER
Yeah, sure, whatever you want.
(The cooks exchange a look)
Let's move!
Hyde pulls out a gun and cocks it, heading for Hester.
HYDE
Phosphorus is used in meth, boss.
Reese puts away his phone and starts to move in. Hyde is pointing the gun in Hester's face.
HYDE
And the last place didn't have any skylights. Who the hell are you?
REESE
I think we may have gotten this backwards, Finch.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - NIGHT
Finch is sitting on the couch, looking dazed.
REESE (via earpiece)
My Hester's not the identity thief, which means yours is.
Finch receives a text message from Fusco, reading "It's the woman."
He starts to loosen his tie as Jordan walks up behind him.
JORDAN
Is something wrong, Harold?
Finch turns to look at her, then turns back around to stare at the glass, which he sets down, slumping forward.
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INT. THIRD APARTMENT - NIGHT
HYDE
I don't know who you are, but you're not the boss.
HESTER
Don't be an idiot, put the gun down.
Reese enters the apartment.
REESE
Boss. Boss, the cops are outside, everybody grab what they can.
Hyde starts to lower the gun. Jekyll marches toward Reese, pointing.
JEKYLL
That's the guy who knocked me out.
Reese hits him in the face again, shoves Hyde's gun aside, and hits him in the face as well. He then proceeds to throw him over the counter. When Reese turns back to Hester, the man is pointing a gun at him.
REESE
(holding hands up in a pacifying manner)
We don't have time for this. I know you're the real Jordan Hester.
HESTER
Then you know I'm not going anywhere.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - NIGHT
FINCH
I don't think I feel very well.
(tries to stand up)
In fact, I'm certain of it.
(unsteady on his feet)
I feel quite discombobu—bobu--
(falls back onto couch, breathing heavily)
Bobby.
JORDAN
It'll pass, Harold. Don't worry, pretty soon, you'll feel much better.
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - NIGHT
Hester is still pointing the gun at Reese.
HESTER
Tell me who you are.
REESE
(advancing on Hester)
Who I am doesn't matter right now. What matters is, I know who you are.
HESTER
Who am I, then? Stay back! I will shoot you.
REESE
How?
(snatches the gun from him)
The safety's still on. No offense, but I'm surprised you fooled these guys as long as you did.
(puts gun in back of his pants)
Is that really how you think a drug dealer dresses? I know you're the real Jordan Hester. I know your life was stolen. Here.
(tosses him a flexible tube)
I even know who stole it. Do the other one.
He points to Hyde and goes to tie up Jekyll himself. Hester goes to Hyde, as instructed.
HESTER
Well, who stole it?
REESE
First thing's first. What exactly was your plan? You were accused of being a drug dealer, so then you decided to become one?
(drags Jekyll over)
HESTER
No one would believe me. And I was always a bit of an introvert, you know, a private person.
REESE
Yeah, I know the type.
HESTER
I never thought that I would be punished for it. My old boss, police. People hear you're a drug dealer, they stop listening to you. And have you ever hit rock bottom? I never realized how far down I could go. After a while, I figured, if people keep thinking I'm this bad guy, why do I keep trying to convince them that I'm not?
REESE
Someone stole your identity, so you decided to steal theirs.
HESTER
Well, yeah, but only long enough to destroy this lab. That's nitric acid, not saffro. It'll melt all of this into mush, destroy this equipment. And then I was going to use the rest of this supply, about a half million dollars worth, to lure this bastard into the open.
REESE
Then, what? Kill him?
HESTER
I don't wanna kill anybody. I just want my identity back.
REESE
Okay. It's a terrible plan. But, I like it, so let's do it. Oh, first thing you need to know. The bastard isn't a he. She's a she.
(taps earpiece)
Finch, are you there?
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - NIGHT
Finch is on the couch, peering up at his glasses. Jordan is in the background, sorting through something on her bed.
FINCH
I most certainly am.
REESE (via earpiece)
You need to get out of there. He wasn't planning to kill her, so she must still be planning to kill him.
FINCH
Why, I never.
Jordan walks around the couch. Finch looks at her through his glasses.
JORDAN
Harold? You alright?
FINCH
(sitting up)
I believe you've drugged me.
JORDAN
Ecstasy. I told you you'd feel better.
FINCH
My dopamine and norepinephrine levels are--
(makes whoosing noise)
But, if I understand this process, I can counter the e--
(slowly falls back onto couch)
Oh, wow.
Finch plays with his glasses, holding them backwards and shaking them, making unintelligible noises.
JORDAN
Well, it was either this or shoot you.
(takes glasses and puts them back on Finch properly)
I find chemistry so much more efficient.
REESE (via earpiece)
Finch, I've got this end under control.
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - NIGHT
Reese and Hester are packing bags away.
REESE
But we're planning a surprise for our mutual friend.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - NIGHT
Jordan is picking out clothes in the bedroom, packing.
FINCH
Our Mutual Friend. Charles Dickens. Published 1864-65. The plot turns on a case of concealed identity.
(draws Jordan's attention)
How ironic. Hey!
(turns to her)
Do you have a copy?
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - NIGHT
REESE
What? Finch are you alright?
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - NIGHT
FINCH
Never been alrighter. But, I might have been out-foxed. Finch, out-foxed.
REESE (via earpiece)
Finch, what's going on?
Jordan starts to search Finch.
FINCH
Woww. Wow, woww.
She finds his phone, and sees it's connected.
REESE (via earpiece)
What the hell are you doing?
She drops the phone into the water in a glass vase of flowers.
REESE (via earpiece)
Finch--
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - NIGHT
Jordan takes Finch's earpiece out, dropping it in the water too.
FINCH
Hey, hey, hey, heyy. That is my very good friend.
JORDAN
Who was it? Who is he? Where is he?
Finch makes a lip-zipping gesture.
FINCH
Nowhere that matters. And not in the lab.
(winces, falling over sideways on the couch)
Ohhh noo.
Jordan leaves to the kitchen. She starts gathering supplies. Finch gets up. She pours chemicals together in a tupperware container with aluminum foil inside. Finch smells her flowers. She finishes up, putting the chemicals away. Finch is dancing awkwardly. She dials a number on her phone.
JORDAN
Josef? It's me. You need to get to the lab. No, now!
(puts her concoction in the microwave)
We've got bigger problems than I thought.
(Finch goes back to the couch)
I'm taking care of things here. I'll meet you there.
She microwaves the chemicals. They start to spark. She comes back into the main room as Finch lies back down.
FINCH
I like your face sideways.
JORDAN
I'm sorry, Harold.
She leaves. The contents of the microwave are catching fire.
INT. SQUAD CAR - NIGHT
Fusco is driving with his phone to his ear.
REESE (via phone)
Fast as you can, Fusco. 851 12th Street, The Village.
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - NIGHT
REESE
Finch is in trouble.
INT. SQUAD CAR - NIGHT
FUSCO
Alright, I'm on it.
He hangs up and turns on his flashers.
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INT. F.B.I. MEETING ROOM - NIGHT
Donnelly opens the door, letting Carter in, then leads her onward.
DONNELLY
You've still got your security clearance from your time in the Army, Detective, so I can show you this.
CARTER
The F.B.I. doesn't run classified ops unless there's issues of national security.
They enter a room where several people are sitting at desks and a board is set up.
DONNELLY
Used to be, the C.I.A. worked closely with us, then they stopped. Extreme action become the norm. Kidnappings, renditions, assassinations.
(sets his briefcase down)
And worse, we think they did some of these things right here in the U.S. And, to run these ops, they needed dangerous, often sociopathic men, like the one you've been chasing.
(points at a blurry picture of Reese on the board)
But, at some point, we think this man left the Agency. Initially, the pattern was chaotic, but right now a trend has emerged, and we think we know what he's doing here in New York.
CARTER
And what is that?
DONNELLY
We think he's selling his services to the highest bidder. We've seen it before. Mexican Special Forces taking over the drug trade in Juárez, ex-British S.A.S. selling diamonds in Liberia. Men like that, they're done fighting. There's no place for them in society, which makes them very dangerous. We believe he's been working with one of the organized crime syndicates, specifically a man named Elias.
CARTER
You think he's working for Elias?
DONNELLY
One of our contacts in the Russian mob told us he took out a team they sent to kill Elias. Now, the C.I.A. is already trying to clean up this mess. We know that you've been contacted by this man, Agent Snow.
(indicates a picture of Mark Snow)
We believe that he's the man they use to sweep these domestic ops under the rug.
CARTER
Tell me, what's the Bureau's interest in this? What's your interest? You wanna put one over on the C.I.A.
DONNELLY
Yes, I want to expose the C.I.A. for what it's become, but. mainly, I wanna catch him. We can't have rogue government hitmen out running on domestic soil. Obviously you feel the same, that's why you've been so vigiliant in pursuing him.
CARTER
Uh. Without much luck.
DONNELLY
So far. But, you've been working alone. Now, you'll have the Bureau's support. We're going back to all the old cases, re-interviewing witnesses, looking at physical evidence. So, beyond your report, is there anything else you can share with us?
CARTER
Nothing comes to mind. But, um, I'll keep you informed.
She turns to go.
DONNELLY
Rest assured, Detective. We'll find him.
She nods and leaves.
INT. GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT - NIGHT
Finch is bobbing up and down in front of the microwave. Fusco opens the door to the apartment and enters, holding his gun. He sees Finch in the kitchen.
FUSCO
You alone?
Fusco keeps going down the hallway to check if anyone else is there.
FINCH
(pointing at microwave)
Whaaat? Hello, Detective, just in time for dinnaaah! Have a seat, almost ready.
(Fusco comes back into the kitchen, confused)
Fast food. Very fast.
FUSCO
What is that?
FINCH
She made it for me. It's some kind of flambé.
(Fusco moves to shut off the microwave)
Wait, wait, wait, it's not quite ready.
The microwave sparks one last time.
FUSCO
Come on, let's get you out of here.
(leads him out, turning him in the right direction)
This way, this way.
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - NIGHT
FUSCO (via phone)
I got him.
REESE
Good. Thanks, Lionel. I'll call you as soon as we're clear. (taps earpiece)
Let's go.
Reese and Hester grab the bags and move to leave. JOSEF and some other guy enter carrying guns.
JOSEF
Don't move! Drop the bags! Drop the bags!
They drop them. Jordan walks in.
JORDAN
Hello, Mr. Hester. Did you really think you could take over my operation?
HESTER
Well, you're here, aren't you?
JORDAN
Touché. I'm thinking of keeping your name a little longer. After all, I'm a better Jordan Hester than you've ever been. Get rid of them. More than enough chemicals in here to deal with the bodies.
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[FOOTAGE: No timestamp - View from camera of former MDMA lab - Reese and Hester are being led onto a sheet of black plastic at gunpoint]
INT. THIRD APARTMENT - NIGHT
Josef cocks the gun, and points it from Reese to Hester, who is cringing expectantly.
REESE
Wait, wait, wait. I've got something important to show you.
JOSEF
(pointing gun back at Reese) Yeah, yeah? What's that?
REESE
(holds out brown glass bottle) Hydrochloric acid. You don't want me to drop this.
JOSEF
You're lying.
Reese flips the caps off and flings some in Josef's face. He screams. The other guy comes at Reese with a gun. Reese disarms him and beats the crap out of him. Josef is still rubbing at his face.
REESE
Relax. It's just water.
Josef looks up just in time for Reese to kneecap him. Now, he's really screaming. Hester is staring and Reese pats him on the shoulder.
REESE
Time to finish this, don't you think?
Reese kicks Josef's gun away and steps over him, leading Hester out.
INT. SQUAD CAR - NIGHT
Fusco is driving. Finch is playing with the various buttons, laughing. He turns the siren on.
FUSCO
Hey, knock that off.
He turns the siren back off.
FINCH
Where're we going?
FUSCO
I'm going to take down some bad guys. You're gonna stay in the car. Here.
Fusco hands Finch a paper. It contains a picture of Richard Eckhart, CPA.
FINCH
What am I supposed to do with this?
FUSCO
I found what connects the two Jordan Hesters. A discount tax prep chain, same accountant. You're going to help me track him down. Here.
(grabs a laptop from behind his seat and passes it to Finch)
Know how to work this?
Finch opens the computer, sighing happily.
FINCH
Wanna hack the Pentagon?
[FOOTAGE: FRONT ENTRY A - 22:04:26 - 22:04:30 - Jordan entering a restaurant]
INT. RED RESTAURANT - NIGHT
RICHARD ECKHART approaches Jordan's table, carrying a file.
ECKHART
We had to meet here?
JORDAN
Relax, Richard. Dinners with clients are a write-off, you should know that.
ECKHART
I can't keep doing this, Mary. I could loose my job.
JORDAN
Okay, you give me what I want, or you're gonna loose a lot more than your job. Now, who do I get to be next?
ECKHART
You said a woman this time?
JORDAN
Well, men tend to hold a grudge.
He passes her the file. She takes it and sets it down, but before she gets a chance to open it, a blue file gets thrown on top of it.
REESE
Try this one instead.
(sitting down)
Your name's not Mary, either.
(She looks up to see the real Jordan Hester)
It's Tara.
(to Eckhart)
You can run along.
(to TARA)
Nice mugshot.
(She opens the file, showing her picture)
Impressive rap sheet, too. Arrests for shoplifting, forging checks, insurance fraud. Torched your own name by the time you were twenty-three.
TARA
What now? You gonna kill me?
HESTER
For a while, I thought I might have it in me. But then, I was just playing you, wasn't I?
(Reese gets up from the table)
For the record, you make a terrible Jordan Hester.
Hester turns to go, following Reese.
FRANKLIN
There she is.
Detective Des Franklin enters with two officers in tow.
FRANKLIN
Tara Verlander. You're under arrest. I'll get to the charges later. Gonna take some time to sort this out.
INT. RED RESTAURANT SECOND FLOOR - NIGHT
Reese and Hester watch Tara get led out in cuffs.
"Amongster" by Poliça starts to play.
HESTER
Thank you.
(holds out his hand to Reese, who shakes it)
For giving me my life back.
REESE
You're welcome.
Hester releases his hand, nods, and walks away. Reese smiles and walks in the other direction.
[FOOTAGE: FRONT ENTRY C - 22:08:50 - 22:08:54 - Tara is being led to a police car]
INT. RED RESTAURANT ENTRANCE - NIGHT
Fusco is watching Tara get pushed into the car. Reese walks up to him.
REESE
How did you track down her old mugshot?
FUSCO
Police work. Even I do it on occasion.
REESE
I'm surprised you didn't want the collar.
FUSCO
Too high-profile. Plus I think HR was taking a cut of her operation.
REESE
Which do you like better, good cop or bad cop?
FUSCO
You tell me. Am I under with HR or am I working cases with you?
REESE
I'll let you know.
Reese walks away.
INT. NYPD - NIGHT
Carter is at her desk, working on paperwork. She starts sorting through Reese's pictures. Her phone starts ringing. It says "Number Withheld," and she hangs up, putting it away.
[FOOTAGE: BULLPEN CAM 07 - 22:20:04 - 22:20:05 - Carter at her desk]
[FOOTAGE: ENTRANCE CAM 09 - 22:22:30 - 22:22:31 - View from outside precinct]
[FOOTAGE: RIVER SECURITY RING CAM 065 - 00:36:31 - 00:36:32]
INT. PENITENTIARY - NIGHT
Fusco and Franklin are fetching Kyle Morrison from prison.
GUARD
On the gate!
The gate unlocks, and the guards let Morrison through.
GUARD #2
Releasing prisoner.
Morrison walks up to Fusco, and they shake hands. Fusco passes him his wallet.
FUSCO
You're a free man.
MORRISON
Thank you.
FUSCO
Now get home to your little girl.
[FOOTAGE: HALLWAY 52 CAM 2 - 00:39:20 - 00:39:28 - Morrison is walking away down a concrete hallway]
[FOOTAGE: BRIDGE SECURITY CAMERA 45 - 00:41:32 - 00:57:29]
[FOOTAGE: SOUTHEAST CAM 12 - 00:58:16 - 00:58:19]
INT. FINCH'S LIBRARY - NIGHT
Finch is carrying The Trial by Franz Kafka.
FINCH
Whoa, why didn't you tell me I had so many books?
REESE
It'll be out of your system in a few hours. But, you should really drink this, so you don't get dehydrated.
Reese hands him a four-pack of bottled water and turns to go.
FINCH
You leavin'?
REESE
I'll stick around, keep an eye on you.
(hands him a blanket)
But, you should really get some sleep.
FINCH
You don't wanna talk?
REESE
You might regret it in the morning. You're a very private person, remember?
FINCH
C'mon. Ask me anything.
Reese turns back to Finch, who is looking at him hopefully.
REESE
Goodnight, Harold
Reese walks away, turning the corner.
FINCH
Goodnight, Nathan.