01x09 - Clean Hands

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Katya: Previously on Allegiance...

Alex: Somehow we need to alert the task force that the operative in charge of Black Dagger is on his way here.

And tell them what, that you snuck away from a covert CIA operation to follow a suspected t*rror1st on your own and all you have is a blurry photo to show for it?

What am I supposed to look for to spot someone who might be working for the other side?

So it's the boy genius you took under your wing.

Faber: You should keep an eye on him.

So what's your secret, Alex?

Are we dating?

Yes, we're dating.

You have a girlfriend. That's awesome.

Can we not tell Mom about this?

You and Alex? Sex?

I did not see that coming.

Jozef!

I am sorry for your loss.

Michelle: You've seen the operative who's running Black Dagger in person, and rather than tell me or Sam or anyone, you pursue it on your own.

There's a mole, I think, in the task force.

Back, back!

Show me the picture.

I need an hour.

Hurry.

Don't.

[g*nsh*t]

[gasps]

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[intercom buzzes]

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[intercom buzzes]

[intercom buzzing]

[phone ringing]

911, where's your emergency?

distorted voice: It's my neighbor, Michelle Prado.

She's having a terrible fight with her boyfriend next door.

It... it's a terrible fight.

Sir, I'm gonna need you to slow down.

Now, what's the address?

471 Edgewater Street.

She's in apartment 3A... hurry!

Okay.

And your neighbor's boyfriend... can you describe him?

man: Late 20s, blonde.

I think his name is Alex O'Connor.

Alex O'Connor, okay.

Want you to stay by the phone, all right?

Gonna send a squad car out.

[doorbell chimes]

[indistinct radio chatter]

This feels hopeless.

It isn't. It just takes time.

There's so much footage.

Even if we do get a clear sh*t of him, matching that to this, that's nearly impossible.

[doorbell chimes]

woman on radio: 91 Charlie 17, 10-34 domestic.

Resident Michelle Prado at 471 Edgewater Street, unit 3-Adam.

Suspect is 25 to 30, white male, blonde hair, first name Alex, last name O'Connor.

Call him.

[cell phone ringing]

Katya: Alex, what's going on?

Huh?

The police were just dispatched to your partner's apartment for a domestic disturbance with you.

What are you talking about?

Were you guys just having a loud fight or something?

No, she just buzzed me in.

[knock at door]

Michelle?

Is she there?

I just tried her door, and it was open.

I'm gonna make sure she's okay.

Katya: No, Alex, this doesn't feel right.

You could be in danger.

Alex: She could be in danger. Michelle?

Michelle.

Michelle?

Is everything okay?

Alex.

Let's call Natalie.

She could be there in ten minutes, less.

Alex: Michelle?

Michelle.

I don't see her.

Katya: Alex, somebody called 911.

Somebody is trying to...

No, it's okay. She's just... she's just in the bathroom.

Michelle?

She's just taking a shower, I think.

Michelle.

Katya: Then how did she buzz you in?

Michelle. Mich...

She's... she's not here.

The shower's running, but she...

I think...

I think there's blood.

Katya: Don't touch it.

I just did.

Alex, get out of the apartment right now.

We got to go there, now. Come on.

Michelle.

Michelle?

Michelle. Mi... Ma...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. She's behind the couch.

Michelle? Michelle.

[stammering]

Mom, she's... she's been sh*t.

Alex: She's not moving.

Where?

Where was she sh*t?

In the chest, I think.

Do you see any blood coming out of the wound?

Is there any blood coming out?

I can't tell. It's soaked.

Michelle?

Is there any blood oozing out?

Do you see any blood movement?

I don't see any. I have to call 911.

No, no, Alex, you have to stabilize her if she's alive.

Katya: Put your face down to her nose and her mouth.

Do you detect any breath?

She's not breathing at all.

[crying] I have to call 911.

No, Alex, don't call 911.

Do you understand?

Why? Why not?

You're being framed.

Come on, let's go.

What?

I don't care. I have to get her help.

Katya: No, Alex, she's dead.

She's already dead.

Her chest wound isn't pumping blood.

She's not breathing. Her skin is cold.

She's gone, and there's nothing that you can do to save her, but you can save yourself.

You are being framed for her m*rder.

That is what is going on, and you have to listen to me very carefully about what happens next.

Alex: Okay.

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NYPD.

Ms. Prado.

What?

Michelle Prado?

Yeah?

Got a call about a fight.

Does it look like there was a fight here?

I was watching a movie.

Boyfriend isn't here?

I'm gay, so no.

man: 96th Precinct.

Yeah, hey, my neighbor's blasting some friggin' w*r movie or something, and I've asked her nicely, like, a million times to turn it down.

Some of us got to work tomorrow morning, you know?

man: Name of your neighbor, ma'am.

Well, with a domestic call, we'd like to take a look around.

We can have a supervisor come by if that's a problem.

No.

Sure.

Come on in.

[radio static crackles]

man: 9 Charlie 12.

9 Charlie 12, go.

Be advised, 10-34 might be a false alarm.

Another neighbor called in a noise complaint.

Says the resident is watching a movie.

That was that bitch in 4G, wasn't it?

You got a problem? You can't say it to my face?

Got to call the cops?

All right, Miss Prado.

There's no need for that.

Just turn it down.

No problem.

Have a good night, Miss Prado.

You too.

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Alex, listen.

Whoever k*lled her called the police to deliberately put you at the scene.

You were the target.

Mark: Sooner or later, the authorities will end up here, and if they find any evidence of a m*rder, they'll arrest you.

We need to clean this place up completely.

Alex, did she have any family, anyone who could surprise us here or anyone who had a key?

Alex?

She has a mother.

In San Antonio.

Okay.

Let's get to work. We have a lot of work to do.

Use a sheet.

Alex, the blood... we have to make sure...

Use a sheet.

You can't just wrap her up in plastic like garbage.

Can I just...

Can I just have a moment alone with her, please?

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Oh, Alex.

I thought she was your partner.

She was.

Something more developed?

Alex, I'm so sorry. I didn't know.

Son, we really didn't.

Just...

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Just be gentle with her.

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Dad.

Meat tenderizer.

Equal parts soap and water.

Spread it over the blood.

Vacuum it up. Let it dry.

Blood will be gone.

You wanted to be a figure skater.

You were obsessed with Oksana Baiul.

Begged us to move to Simsbury so you could train, even if it meant waking up at 4:00 in the morning.

Instead, you ended up being an expert at blood removal.

And my son's first love is wrapped up in sheets, ready to be rolled up into a carpet, and disposed of.

[sighs]

Your mom...

She told me she was pregnant with you in the same breath she told me she was SVR.

I had to make a choice.

If you hadn't stayed with Mom, we wouldn't be here.

We wouldn't be a family.

How is he?

[intercom buzzes]

[intercom buzzes]

Who is that?

Two FBI agents.

[intercom buzzing]

Faber: She did say 8:00 PM to you, right?

Abbott: Yep. 8:00 PM, off site.

[elevator dings]

They're coming in. We got to move the body now!

[doorbell chimes]

What do you think?

I don't know. It's weird.

She said it was urgent, right?

Abbott: The door is unlocked.

Don't. Need a warrant for that.

She said she was scared.

I don't make the rules.

Try the bell again.

[doorbell chimes]

What's wrong?

That's blood.

We're going in.

Yup.

On three.

Yup.

Two, three.

FBI. FBI.

FBI. FBI!

Bedroom's clear.

[engine turns over]

You see anything?

Just missed 'em.

What are you thinking?

I'm wondering why I smell bleach.

Mark: You have to change out of those clothes.

Victor brought you these.

I told her.

What?

I told Michelle about Black Dagger, about seeing the triggerman in Rome.

Why?

Alex, we had a plan.

I thought we needed help to stop Black Dagger.

I trusted her.

She's not the problem, Alex.

How much did you tell her?

Everything.

You told her about us?

Natalie: About Dad and Mom and me?

No, not that.

Well, now you understand why I lied to you for so long.

In this world that we're trapped in, being honest with someone can get them k*lled.

We shouldn't stay here.

No, he's right.

We need to get rid of the evidence right now.

I'll go with him.

No, I'll go.

I'm not gonna let you get rid of her like something to be disposed of.

Alex, we are going to figure out who did this.

And then what?

Mark: Then we're gonna track him down and k*ll him.

Good.

I'll get changed.

[engine turns over]

We need to track the 911 call made by whoever's trying to frame Alex.

I can probably hack the 911 server, but, guys, whoever did this was trained and careful.

If he is the SVR mole...

Of course he is.

He'll have good tradecraft, probably a burner phone, voice alteration.

He will not be easy to catch.

But we will catch him.

Burner phone, voice alteration, whatever.

None of that matters if we can find the phone number and the exact time the 911 call was placed.

Then what?

Then we get into the phone company's database, triangulate the cell towers the 911 call flowed through, then geo-locate where the k*ller made the phone call from.

I mean, there are 500,000 surveillance cameras in Manhattan alone.

If we can find out where that call was made, I bet we can get an image of the person that made it.

Victor: How do you know about this place?

Alex: I researched furnaces when I was trying to corroborate your colleague Irina Semovetzkaya's story about Mikhail being b*rned alive by the SVR.

It closed down three months ago.

There's a crematorium in the basement.

You sure it still works?

No.

If it doesn't work, then we can do it your way.

My mother d*ed when I was ten years old.

Every day after school, she'd set out these little tea cakes for me.

One afternoon, I came home... nothing.

Just my father in the kitchen, smoking.

You're with Natalie, aren't you?

[sighs] How long?

Off and on for years.

Do you love her?

Yes.

Then what are you still doing here?

It's not so simple just to run.

Stay, the Rezident will eventually find out about the two of you, about this.

If we left, you'd never see her again.

But she'd still be alive.

Get her out while you still can, or next time, she could be the one rolling around in the back of a van.

[door clatters]

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Sam: So she's not answering her phone. It's a Saturday.

Well...

Look, Michelle and I go back.

This is a rough time of year for her.

Yeah, we go back too.

Well, then you know it's the anniversary of her sister's death.

For all we know, she could be on a bender.

Wouldn't be the first time, but she's only been missing for 18 hours.

She asked us to meet her yesterday after work, specifically off site, out of the office.

We get to her house. She's not there.

Why's the door unlocked?

Hmm?

Yeah, that bothers me.

Right? Why is there a droplet of blood on the floor outside her door?

Did it come back as blood?

Still at the lab, but, Sam, it was blood.

But there wasn't any blood anywhere else in the apartment, right? No.

So you should get a warrant and go over there with the CSIs.

Already tried.

Judge said he'll reconsider it, but he said 18 hours missing wasn't long enough to get a warrant.

Didn't I just make a similar point?

There could be alternative explanations for all of this.

Why hasn't O'Connor called you back yet?

Sam: Come on, Jason.

You were the one fingering him for the mole not two days ago.

I told you I was wrong. He was...

Nailing the girl who's now MIA.

It's been 18 hours.

Maybe Michelle had suspicions too.

Maybe she confronted him, found something incriminating.

People do very strange things when they're cornered.

v*olence is just a whole different thing, okay?

I don't see how Alex can do anything to hurt her.

Well, maybe he had help.

What, like the SVR?

Exactly like the SVR.

Hopefully you're right.

She shows up in a few hours with a nasty hangover, but if she doesn't, something happened to her, the list of suspects isn't long, and it certainly includes Alex O'Connor.

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If you want, I can...

No.

I'll do it.

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Okay.

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[speaking Russian]

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Hey, no way. Go Bs.

[laughs] Bruins!

Jerry Brennan... That's a throwback.

Best fighter of all time.

He spent more time in the box than a cherry cordial.

[chuckles]

You from Mass.?

Concord, you?

Dover.

Brad Davis.

Mike Walsh, nice to know you.

Yeah.

Congratulations on the house.

It was a steal.

I knew someone would snap it up.

My wife was all over me to make an offer, but, eh...

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Thanks.

Hey, hey, hey. You know a good bar around here?

The cable's not hooked up yet, and the Bruins got Montreal tonight.

You can head into town, hit up the pub, but it's Rangers territory.

Ah, no way.

[both chuckle]

Hey, why don't you watch it over here?

No, no, no, I don't want to impose.

No, come on. It's no imposition.

I just bought a 12-pack.

It's not gonna drink itself.

Why don't you head over in an hour?

You know, it sounds good.

[key clacking]

[knocks on door]

Come in.

What are you doing here?

It's a Saturday. What are you doing here?

Mom asked me to help her with her clinic's website.

Natalie: It's glitchy.

What does that have to do with the telephone company?

What?

I just saw New York Telco on your screen.

Aren't you observant.

Give Alex a run for his money.

The clinic's internet service is through New York Telco, presumably part of the problem.

Where are Mom and Dad?

I think they went to the grocery store.

Finally.

The fridge has been empty for a week.

I was gonna call Child Services.

Hey, did I do something wrong?

What are you talking about?

I mean, when you took me to Philadelphia, I kind of thought we were gonna hang out more.

I even watched that dumb Rocky movie with you.

Sarah...

I haven't seen you since then.

I know. I'm sorry.

Things have been really busy.

I'll let you finish your work.

Sarah.

Yeah?

I love you.

I love you too.

Brad: You know, I said to her, "You knew who you were marrying."

"The technology industry is not 9:00 to 5:00, especially when it involves security."

But the loft in Brooklyn, the Jag, the summer home... no complaint about those.

No, the only way she wanted everything was her way.

So she kicks you out and keeps the car.

Well, I'm sorry, man. I'm dumping on you like you're my shrink.

It's okay.

You ever been married?

I came close once.

My job is not conducive to relationships.

What do you do?

I'm a consultant, international strategist.

I travel a lot.

Five cities in a week.

Whoa.

What kind of clients?

Whoever pays.

I hear that.

Christoph: Nice grill.

Brad: It's a Flame Runner, best one made.

It was a gift from a client.

Cost 15 grand.

Wow.

You must've done 'em quite a favor.

Nah, patched a security hole in a production facility.

Back door on a server. Took maybe ten minutes.

That's a lucrative ten minutes.

On the 4th, I did up these mesquite ribs for the kids.

Unreal, like from a restaurant.

Just wait for summer.

Summer?

Let's fire it up tonight.

Come on, couple Boston boys... we're not afraid of the cold.

Let's eat porterhouse while we watch the game.

All right, why not?

[chuckles]

[phone dings]

[sighs]

Natalia.

How bad is it?

Are we blown?

No.

We're fine.

Then what is this, a dry run?

What part of emergency spot do you not understand, Victor?

We're leaving.

Right now.

Why?

If we want a life, our life, we leave now, or we never go.

What about my family?

They'll understand.

Sarah?

You think she'll understand?

I don't know.

What I do know is that what happened to Alex today...

I won't let that happen to us.

Our lives will never be the same.

No.

Come.

Let's get our things.

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

Anything you move, put back exactly as it was.

He notices everything.

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No computer.

Probably in the safe.

[metal clanks and clicks]

[drill whirring]

[footsteps]

[safe beeps]

You have to call your boss back.

Go into the office, act as if everything is normal.

Mark: If anybody asks you why you didn't pick up your phone, you just tell them you were with your family.

Alex, can you do that?

Pretend I didn't find Michelle dead?

Honestly, I'm not sure.

Don't you dare do that.

Don't you dare stop trying.

After everything we've been through today, they are going to be watching you.

Alex, if they see the slightest shred of sadness or guilt or anger, then...

There's nothing we can do to protect you.

That's what your mom is saying.

I'll do my best.

I mean, with us, it's okay to talk about how you feel, to feel...

Natalie's gone.

What?

With Victor.

She won't be back.

[sighs]

Good for her.

Thanks.

Beautiful.

You gonna marinate these?

Pros dry rub. Amateurs marinate.

Bs, beer, and steak... that's a perfect Saturday.

Life doesn't get much better than that, huh?

Why don't you fire up the monster? And I'll prep these babies.

Sounds good.

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[expl*si*n roars]

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[cell phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

First day of work went well.

The test was a success.

Of course.

[phone beeps]

It's not forever, Katya.

We'll see her again.

You don't know that.

We've been trying to get out.

If we can't, at least Natalie can.

What are we gonna tell Sarah?

Nothing, for now.

I'm so sorry that I brought you into this, all of it.

No, no, stop, stop.

My eyes were wide open.

But if you had to go back and do it all over again, would you?

We're gonna fix this. All of it.

We're gonna make it right.

You didn't answer my question.

Yes.

I would do it all over again just to be with you.

[device beeping]

Sam: Any idea why I called you in?

A break in the case?

Which case?

Black Dagger.

No.

So when was the last time you spoke with Michelle?

Michelle: Back, back! You got close to me to use me.

Yesterday.

In the office or after work?

Why?

Well, Michelle's not answering her phone.

You weren't answering your phone.

You guys are sleeping together.

You are sleeping together, right?

Uh...

I... I...

How did you know?

I'm a CIA officer, Alex.

I am the New York Station Chief.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to become the New York Station Chief?

No.

Plus she told me.

She... she told you?

Oh, I'm not in trouble for that, am I?

Not for that, no, but I do need to know if you did see her yesterday.

Um...

If I did, I wouldn't feel comfortable talking about it.

Yeah, I bet.

You know, Faber and Abbott think that something might've happened to her.

Like what?

Like she was kidnapped, maybe worse.

Why would they think that?

They were supposed to meet her at her apartment last night.

She wasn't there, the door was unlocked, and there was a tiny drop of what has now been confirmed as blood in the hallway.

Use a sheet.

Alex, the blood.

Mark: We have to make sure none of it spills on the floor.

Use a sheet.

Alex.

You went away from me there for a second.

I'm sorry. I just...

I don't want to think something happened to her.

Yeah, no, I don't either.

You know, her sister d*ed five years ago tonight, so I'm hoping she just went somewhere, got sloppy drunk, maybe checked herself into a hotel or something so no one would know.

If it wasn't for the blood, I'd be sure that's what it was.

Natalie: We got to move the body now!

And it may not even be her blood, so...

You can't tell?

No, Bureau doesn't have blood samples on their employees, not yet anyway.

It was her blood type, O-positive, but that's the most common type in America.

Even if it was her blood, a single drop doesn't exactly signify a struggle... more like a nosebleed.

Anyway...

I'd like for you to give her a call.

Maybe if she gets a message from you, she'll call back.

Right.

[clears throat]

[phone line trilling]

What?

Mom, you're creeping me out.

Oh, you just remind me so much of your sister when she was your age.

You gonna be late to see your friend, kiddo.

Sarah: Yeah.

I love you, Mom.

I love you too.

Okay.

Bye, Daddy.

See you.

Have a great time.

All right.

[phone line trilling]

Michelle voice-over: Hey, it's Michelle.

Leave a message, and I'll call you back.

[phone beeps]

Hey, it's me.

I'm here with Sam, and we were wondering if...

Well, I mean, we wanted to know if you were okay, so give us a... or one of us a call.

Okay.

If she calls back, let me know.

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