02x03 - Masquerade

[bunniefuu]

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system... a machine... that spies on you every hour of every day.

I designed the machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything... violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we'll find you.

[Phone rings]

He's making a play for it.

Wants to be the man in charge.

I got other ideas of what to do with him.

[Grunts]

What about the loose ends?

I'll take care of them.

Harold.

Something you'd like to say to me, Mr. Reese?

Just if you ever want--

No, I don't need to talk about it.

I was gonna say if you ever wanna grab a beer, let me know.

I see it's sleeping here now.

Bear's friendly. You'll like him.

Doesn't look like much of a conversationalist.

Oh, he's not, but if anyone ever messes with you, he'll eat 'em.

Oh, sorry.

Thought I got everything.

We have a new number.

Sofia Campos.

21.

Daughter of Hector Campos.

He's a Brazilian diplomat--

At the consulate here in New York, I know.

As the family member of a diplomat, she's assigned a transient social security number.

It's good to have you back.

Sofia was born in Sao Paulo, educated in Switzerland.

She speaks six languages.

[Camera snapping]

Her mother d*ed of cancer five years ago.

Sofia deferred admission to Oxford.

Traveled with her father to three different postings...

Berlin, Milan, Moscow.

Her father's political party took some heat for fraud in the last election.

Her country's no stranger to politically motivated kidnappings.

There are whisperings that Hector will run for the Brazilian presidency this year.

If somebody wanted to get at dad, they might go after Sofia.

That explains the bodyguard.

Heel. Now, stay.

If you follow me around like a puppy, I'll treat you like one.

Spoiled bitch.

Sofia's bodyguard didn't clear the store before she went inside.

He may be part of the problem.

Or just inept, but the way Sofia treats people, it's no stretch to believe that someone wants her dead.

♪ I see the way that you be looking at me ♪
♪ I wore my outer planetary boots intentionally ♪
♪ I wanna ♪
♪ I wanna ride on my audio flight ♪

Excuse me. So sorry.

♪ Talk about how we be floatin' around ♪
♪ okay, everybody's flyin' ♪
♪ I just can't get down ♪
♪ talk about how ♪
♪ we be floatin' around ♪

Excuse me, sir.

I'm gonna need you to empty your pockets.

♪ I'm a space girl running through your galaxy ♪

What the hell?

Finch.

You've gotta be kidding me.

I think Sofia's gonna need a new bodyguard.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Clears throat]

Hey, you wanna, uh, get a Danish?

No, thanks.

I caught that g*ng sh**ting out in Queens.

How about some Cheetos?

Okay, Fusco, what's up with you and your box?

I found it in that government lady Corwin's hotel room.

And here I thought all the evidence in her case disappeared.

What is that?

It looks like one of those gadgets the vet used on my kid's labrador, you know, one of those microchip readers?

Why would Corwin keep something like that in her hotel room?

As far as I'm concerned, the only reason we got involved in this was to get four eyes back, and he's back.

Why keep digging?

'Cause we're detectives.

Well, the one thing I learned along the way is to know when not to ask questions.

You want me to take that off your hands, Detective?

Trust me on this.

Whatever level these guys are playing at, we're not there.

All set for your interview, Mr. Reese?

Just checkin' out the competition.

Good.

The consulate conducted a background check on your credentials that was strenuous.

Let me guess, you had to buy another security company.

And a credit bureau.

I will try to make you proud.

John Randall?

I'll need to see your identification.

Oops, wrong one.

Nope, that's his.

Wrong again.

Ah, here we go.

Uh, I'm sorry. I'm--

Show Mr. Randall to my office.

If these other men can't keep track of their own wallets, how can they keep track of my daughter?

Sofia's gone through half a dozen bodyguards this year, and no one can keep up with her.

Not even consulate security?

They are Brazilian, susceptible to political bribery, spying, feeding gossip to the press.

I want to be clear, Mr. Randall.

My daughter is the light of my life, but she's also impossible.

I've handled some difficult assignments.

I can see that.

Guarding convoys in Iraq, K and R work in Yemen.

Eh, but you haven't met my daughter.

Ah, Sofia.

Meet a new candidate for bodyguard position.

No. Squinty eyes.

He can't be trusted.

Mr. Randall, you are hired, but if her privacy is compromised--

I'll fire myself.

My father hired you, but try to remember you work for me.

Pai, aren't you supposed to be at dinner with the Russian consul?

[Speaking russian]

But why would anyone ever expect a Brazilian to ever be on time?

I thought our reservation was for 8:00.

Of course you did.

[Chuckles]

Will you join us, Sofia?

[Speaking Russian]

This big oaf never realized he was hired to baby-sit you.

[Laughs] You two should get along splendidly.

Excuse us one second. Did he agree to meet with me?

It seems Miss Sofia's a bit more than window dressing, Mr. Reese.

Yes.

If Hector runs for president, she could be his best campaign asset, and she's smart enough to keep her phone's wi-fi and bluetooth turned off.

You'll have to get her phone and activate it manually.

That might be impossible.

It's glued to her thumbs.

Do you care to join us, mi querida?

It seems someone has already given me a headache, pai.

I'm going to take a bath and go to bed.

Come.

My driver's outside.

[Sighs]

Shall I bring the car around?

Finch, there are two men watching us, and I'm about to introduce myself.

[Tires screeching]

BMW SUV, 356-Charlie.

You know, partial plates take time to trace.

What's the problem, Finch?

You got somewhere else to be?

No. No, not really.

Cut it off right here, ladies.

[David Guetta and Sia's Titanium playing]

Hi, sweetie.

Sorry, had to wait for my father to bridge the Cold w*r with the Russians.

Who's your friend?

He's not my friend.

He's my new bodyguard.

Hi, I'm Gabi.

Enchante.

He's cuter than the last one.

He's a pain in the ass.

[Clears throat]

No way.

I come with, or we both go home, eat some ice cream while you teach me the cyrillic alphabet.

Fine, but you must loosen that tie and do something about your hair.

What's wrong with my hair?

It's trying too hard.

[Chuckles]

♪ I am Titanium ♪
♪ ♪

Any luck with that plate?

No.

This distraction that you've adopted keeps interrupting my work.

♪ ♪
♪ I am Titanium ♪

[Dog moaning]

[Dog whines]

What's Sofia doing?

Her seventh vodka sh*t.

Do you plan to intervene?

I'm here to protect, not discipline.

Besides, it's not like she's dancing on the--

♪ ♪

Can you see my hand up her skirt?

I got it. I got it!

[Phone shatters] Hey, man.

What's your problem?

Finch, if this keeps up, the biggest thr*at to Sofia is gonna be me.

Oh!

Get your damn hands off of me.

What do you think you're doing?

He att*cked a harmless man, humiliated me.

We must fire him.

Did anyone photograph my daughter's behavior?

Absolutely not.

Then you are doing exactly what I pay you to.

Thank you, Mr. Randall.

The Japanese energy secretary will be here at noon.

Your attendance is expected.

Finch, Hector's stepping up his photo opportunities.

Brazilian news outlets are speculating that he's preparing to announce his candidacy.

Which will make Sofia more of a target than she already is.

Get the car. We're going shopping.

[Phone pad tones]

[Phone rings]

An RFID reader.

[Ringing continues]

So where's the chick?

[Phone beeps]

Carter.

Good morning, Detective.

How are you holding up?

I'm better. Listen.

I understand that you went out of your way to help John track me down, and I thank you.

No problem.

John's not his usual cheery self without you around.

Did you get the partial plate I sent?

Oh, yeah.

656, Charlie, Delta, Zeta.

Registered to a car rental company taken out of JFK yesterday.

Thank you, Detective.

Were you able to obtain Sofia's phone?

My hands are full at the moment.

[Dog barks]

Sofia, it's almost noon.

One more dress.

You're holding at least five.

Wait here.

What happened to, "protect, not discipline?"

Sofia happened.

[Dog panting]

[Dog scrambling]

What was that noise, Finch?

What noise? I didn't hear anything.

We may have a slight problem.

To track Sofia's GPS signal, I had to access her provider's cell tower.

Sofia is on the move.

It appears she's given you the slip, Mr. Reese.

Uh, how were you planning to pay for these, sir?

This should cover it.

She's a block over on 14th Street.

Just get in the car.

Got trouble, Finch.

Looks like I'm gonna have to take out...

Oh, you're bad.

Sorry about the other night, gorgeous.

Her boyfriend.

Please. Let me take you to lunch.

I can't, I promised my father I'd be back at the consulate by noon.

And I promised you bottomless mimosas at that bistro you love downtown.

You're the one who bailed the other night.

What about tonight?

I promised Gabi a girl's night.

I'm Jack.

You must be the new guy.

I'll call you.

Your father doesn't know about your boyfriend, does he?

He wouldn't understand, and you don't either.

One photo opportunity, and you miss it.

The Japanese were insulted.

It was my fault.

We hit traffic.

Make sure you don't run into any traffic tomorrow night.

Sofia's not to miss a welcoming party for the Brazilian president.

Thank you.

My father would want me to date someone less American.

I work for you, remember?

[Phone beeps]

I'm here to check on that body I called you about.

Corwin, Alicia. Just give me a minute.

I'll log it in and take you back.

Thanks, Rick.

Agent Snow?

Detective Carter.

Shouldn't sneak up on me like that.

You're looking for John?

I don't think you're gonna find him in the morgue.

Appreciate the advice, Detective, but I'm no longer looking for your friend.

I was reassigned.

That's a shame.

It truly is.

You hurt your leg?

Old mistake.

Comes back to haunt me now and then.

You take care now.

Who was that man here to view?

Same case you are, Alicia Corwin.

I need to see that body.

She's been in cold storage for a week.

2-inch incision on her upper arm.

Is that standard autopsy procedure?

Nope, it's not.

No swelling, no clotting, and no record of it in the ME's report, which means it must've happened after the autopsy was performed.

You memorize the report, or you just know that off the top of your head?

No, but your friend who was just here, he asked me the very same question.

I was able to hack the rental car company that your visitors used.

The BMW was rented to a Gustavo Lira, a private investigator from Sao Paulo.

[Phone vibrates]

Sofia's calling Gabi.

Hey.

Are you okay? You sound distracted.

Something's happened to that guy Paul from the other night.

Paul.

Look, I can't talk right now.

I'll tell you tonight at the club.

No Paul in Sofia's contacts.

I'll try to figure out who she's talkin' about.

Anyone else we should be looking at?

Well, we know that Hector doesn't approve of Sofia's boyfriend Jack.

[Whistles]

[Dog barks]

Hector's political party stresses socioeconomic equality for all.

While his own daughter runs around town with a trust fund kid.

I'm going clubbing.

Thought I'd use the front door for a change.

Excellent choice.

[Tapping phone]

Gabi's not responding to Sofia's texts, and she said she couldn't talk earlier.

Maybe she had company.

So do we.

Same guys from before.

Finch, I may have a problem.

Gustavo Lira isn't an assassin, Finch.

He's a paparazzo.

Hey, give me that back.

What are you doing?

Your father said no pictures.

[Tires screeching] Hey!

[Phone pad tones]

[Line rings]

Hello?

Uh, yeah, Detective Carter from NYPD Homicide.

I was looking for an Agent Mark Snow.

Is this his cell?

[Click]

Hello?

[Click]

Detective Carter, have you had contact with Agent Snow?

Yeah, I saw him yesterday.

Where did this sighting take place?

Who am I speaking with?

We'll be in touch.

[Dial tone] [Phone beeps]

[Techno music playing]

♪ ♪

Gabi's not here, Finch.

She was supposed to meet Sofia an hour ago.

Something's not right.

Finch, I think I found our thr*at, and they're not photographers.

How can you tell?

The g*n was a pretty good hint.

[Grunting]

[Grunting]

[Grunting]

[g*nsh*t] Ahh!

[Screaming]

Oh, my God, what's going on?

[Shutter snapping]

Had enough fun for one night?

Got the pictures you sent.

Just so happens these men fit the description of some guys who got their asses kicked at Club 225 tonight.

You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

Not my scene.

Did you notice the scars on the back of their necks?

Branding. Some gangs use it as an initiation.

I'll try to find out which one uses this particular scar.

Moqueca de ovos.

My favorite.

How did you know?

An inside source.

If you hadn't been there tonight--

Did you recognize any of the other men over there tonight?

I've never seen them.

Friends of Gabi's, maybe.

Oh, God. Gabi.

She was supposed to meet me tonight.

The sh**ting, I--

I looked.

She wasn't there.

Gabi wanted to talk about this Paul.

Who is he?

Paul Romano, I think.

We partied with him Saturday.

Where?

At first, the club.

Jack went home. He wasn't feeling well.

I was angry with him for leaving, so when Paul invited us back to the penthouse, Gabi and I went, but nothing happened between Paul and me.

I found Paul Romano.

Failed club promoter with a couple of arrests for selling designer dr*gs.

What does a small-time drug dealer in New York have to do with a Brazilian election, Finch?

Maybe nothing. I'm not sure her father's politics have gotten her into trouble.

I'm beginning to think that Sofia's choice of drinking companions has.

Hmm. I wanna talk to this Paul Romano.

It could prove challenging.

Paul Romano jumped out of his penthouse late Saturday night.

NYPD's calling it su1c1de.

Sofia, was there anyone else in the penthouse with you that night?

Me, Gabi, Paul.

Then this guy showed up. He was-- things got weird, tense, so Gabi and I got out of there.

Can you describe this other guy who was there?

Gabi took a video on my phone.

Say it in Russian.

[Speaking Russian]

[Chuckles] Now Italian.

That's one of our friends from the nightclub.

Uh, you think Paul had something to do with this?

Unlikely.

Paul's dead.

Police think he committed su1c1de the same night that you were with him.

If Paul committed su1c1de, then why would those men be after me?

If he committed su1c1de, they wouldn't be.

You can place this guy at the scene.

Not just me. Gabi.

I need to find her. She might be in danger too.

I'll call a friend on the police force to check on her.

They'll be able to track her cell phone.

We need to find her now.

No, you need to stay here.

Someone just tried to k*ll you.

She's my friend. I'm going.

You can't stop me.

Okay, but when we get there, you stay in the car.

[Dog barks]

[Dog whines]

[Phone rings]

[Ringing continues]

Carter.

Detective, is this a bad time?

[Groans] No. I, uh-- I just ran into someone I hadn't seen in a while.

I ID'd the branding on those bangers from Club 225.

They're 14th Street mafia.

Thank you, Detective.

Now, if you could just check your email...

You recognize the man on the right?

Paul Romano. Designer drug peddler who allegedly committed su1c1de four nights ago.

You don't sound convinced.

The penthouse cameras were conveniently malfunctioning.

The other guy was with Paul before he jumped.

Do you recognize him?

No.

But that branding he's got means he's 14th Street mafia too.

I'll work on getting a new name.

Also, we need you to track a cell phone, a girl who may know something about Paul's m*rder and who may be in trouble.

I'll take care of it.

Would you like to go for a walk?

[Dog groans]

Well, let's get a leash.

[Dog pants]

I suppose you'll want some treats.

[Dog pants]

Carter, tell me you found Gabi.

She never came home last night.

Tracked her cell to 31st and 1st, so I came down to find her.

Gabi's here.

Great. We're on our way.

That's not a good idea, John.

I recognized the address as soon as it came up.

31st and 1st is the city morgue.

Couple uniforms found her body downtown.

I'm sorry.

Sofia wanted some air.

I took her to the only place in the city you can actually find any.

How is she taking the news?

About as well as can be expected.

Her best friend was m*rder*d, and she blames herself.

Listen, Finch, I need you to come keep an eye on Sofia.

She's not safe with me if I'm out looking for Gabi's k*ller.

Not a problem. I'll be there shortly.

[Dog groans]

[Dog barks]

[Dog panting]

So we'll just-- we'll just go outside.

[Dog panting]

[Horn honks]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Heart b*ating] [Horn honks]

[Traffic]

[Sirens wail]

[Horns honking]

[Panting]

[Dog barks]

Mr. Reese, I seem to be having a bit of a complication.

I'm afraid I won't be able to meet you.

No problem, Harold.

I'll call Fusco.

I'm sure he's got nothing better to do.

I can't go back to the consulate.

My father, he'll make me play host to the Brazilian president.

I should be out there finding the bastard who k*lled my friend.

That's for the police, Sofia, not you.

You know, that night, Gabi didn't even want to come out.

She came out because I said we had to.

We just had to.

It's not your fault.

You were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

They're all the wrong places.

I've been lost for so long.

I thought maybe if I kept looking, I might find somewhere that made me feel happy.

I never thought anyone would get hurt.

I've spent some time feeling lost.

What changed?

Someone found me, told me I needed a purpose.

Sounds like a good friend.

He is.

Come on.

Detective Fusco will be looking after you at your father's party tonight, Sofia.

[Giggles] Yeah.

I get it.

I'm not as tall as him, maybe not as fast.

Go ahead, make fun of me. I can take it.

You look like my uncle Jacobo.

We call him the garanhao.

What's that supposed to mean?

Stud. He has great luck with the ladies.

Don't let her out of your sight.

What's this, my first trip to the rodeo?

So you like falafel?

I got an ID on your mystery man from the video.

g*ng unit ID'd Montgomery Spencer, AKA Monty.

Record for as*ault and possession with intent.

What's his connection to Paul Romano?

That's what doesn't check out for me.

Up until six months ago, Romano was selling small amounts of club dr*gs to his friends, but word is Paul started moving huge quantities of designer dr*gs.

Maybe if Monty was his supplier, Paul tried to renegotiate his end.

I'd say the negotiations didn't go his way.

Maybe.

I still don't understand how these two wind up in bed together.

Monty might have had the hookup to the supplier, and Romano the client base, but neither of them had the money to bankroll it.

So they had a silent partner.

I don't know, but I got an address to the bar where Monty and his pals like to spend some time in.

Figured we'd go and ask him in person.

Thanks, Carter.

[Classical music playing]

♪ ♪

Isn't that your daughter?

Sofia, where have you been?

Is everything okay?

It's okay. I just--

Come.

[Phone rings]

An old friend from Brazil wants to say hello.

This is my daughter, Sofia.

Hi.

[Phone rings] _

You know, you don't write. You don't call.

I mean, I'm a big guy, but I am sensitive.

It's good to talk to you too, Detective.

Is our friend safe?

A target-rich environment. Lots of people.

That's why I've accessed the museum's security cameras, and having seen the kitchen, I'd advise you to stay away from the shrimp puffs.

Why don't you wait in the car?

Why don't you wait in the car?

Give me 3 1/2 minutes.

Oh, please.

There are at least ten guys in there.

Okay, four minutes.

[Car door shuts]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Glass shatters]

[Groans]

Thank you for the fine hospitality you have shown my country's distinguished president.

Since he is here, I think it's time to announce that I will be running for the Brazilian presidency this year.

[Indistinct chatter]

You okay?

I just want a moment alone.

I'll be right on the other side of this door.

[Phone rings]

Sorry, I'm at the party.

Come meet me.

Uh, I don't know.

You promised me tonight.

I-I don't know if I can get out.

You don't have to.

I'm right outside.

[Grunting]

[g*nsh*t]

I got bored sitting in the car, and it took you longer than four minutes.

Well, this guy hit me over the head with a neon sign.

Not very sportsmanlike, and none of them want to tell me where to find their pal Monty.

Yeah, that's why you should ask them before you knock them out, John.

Mr. Reese, there was another man at Paul Romano's penthouse that night, Sofia's boyfriend Jack Hughes.

He's the bankroller.

Fusco's with Sofia.

Let him know.

Detective Fusco?

Where is Sofia?

Powdering her nose.

No, she isn't.

I'm afraid you're in the wrong place, Mr. Reese.

[Indistinct chatter]

Taxi!

[Horn honks]

I'm really sorry about this, babe.

Sorry?

I don't understand.

Sorry, babe.

Why?

Times are tough.

I ran through my trust fund and needed money.

Monty had the product.

I hooked him up with Paul to move it, but Paul got greedy.

You had Paul k*lled.

No, Monty gave Paul a choice-- give us the money, or go out the window.

Did Monty give you a choice?

You or me?

Something like that.

Sorry, baby.

You're just a beautiful loose end.

Give me your phone, now.

Say it in Russian.

[Speaking Russian]

[Chuckles] Now Italian.

Did you send or show this to anyone?

Good.

[Gasps]

Okay, bozo, show's over.

Come on, darling. Get out of the car.

I'm just gonna find her again after I sh**t you.

[Grunting]

[g*nsh*t]

Are you kidding?

Look at you.

What do you think, you're gonna outrun me?

Let me mull that over a sec.

Yep, I'm pretty sure I can outrun ya.

Thanks, Carter.

Are you hurt?

[Groans]

I'm fine.

Did you find Jack?

Not yet.

The 11:00 flight.

To the Caymans, that's right.

[Shrieking] Oh, God! Ahh!

Okay, it was Monty. I swear.

He's unleashed, okay?

He was the one who wanted to tie up the loose ends, not me.

Paul was never even supposed to die.

Oh!

Please. What do you want from me?

Is this a shakedown?

No. This is a breakup.

Sofia, should I drop him?

[The Black Keys'

She's Long Gone playing]

Oh, my God!

Not yet.

You k*lled my only friend.

That was so not my idea, baby.

Just like selling me out to Monty wasn't your idea?

I told you he gave me a choice, you or me.

You have him. I knew you'd be okay.

I will be okay.

♪ She was made to blow you away ♪
♪ she don't care ♪
♪ what any man say ♪

Get in.

That was fulfilling.

Thank you.

No problem.

Have you thought about what you'll do next?

I will be returning to Brazil with my father for the election.

Guess I can't talk you into relocating?

New York's my home... for now.

You've taken very good care of me.

♪ ♪

Night.

Detective Carter, did you call the CIA regarding Mark Snow?

I called his cell, yes.

You had contact with Mark Snow.

Last I checked, Snow was yours to keep tabs on, not mine.

You lose him?

I'd say talk to his partner Evans, except the guy was found dead in a hotel five weeks ago.

Think I've done enough of your job for you.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

♪ ♪
♪ her eyes ♪
♪ they're rubies and pearls ♪
♪ she's not made ♪

Dropped by the morgue.

Got something off Corwin's body.

Is it what we thought?

Took a preliminary look at it.

I think we have a big problem.

How soon can you get here?

♪ ♪

[Door opens]

♪ She was made ♪
♪ to blow you away ♪
♪ she don't care ♪

Corwin's dead.

Not sure you're the best judge of that, Mark.

I mean, you thought I was dead too.

Always been a bit of an optimist.

You wanna know who told her to send you and your pal Reese to China, you'll have to ask her really loudly.

Shame.

Guess you'll have to run a few more errands for me.

[Clears throat]

I gotta tell ya, our line of work, you meet a lot of disturbed people, but you, Kara?

You were always in a class all by yourself.

[Chuckles]

Be careful.

Wouldn't wanna hurt my feelings.

I might forget you down here.

♪ Her lashes flap ♪
♪ and they smack men back ♪
♪ like springs bouncing off of her curls ♪
♪ oh, yeah ♪
♪ she's long ♪
♪ long gone ♪
♪ ♪

It's time we went for that beer.

I need to wrap things up here.

Things here can wait.

Does it have to be beer?

Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode.