Hey, got a couple bucks?
Go away.
Hey, buddy.
You hear me?
Right.
So this is a mugging then, is it?
Your money. Now.
Really? Look at how I'm dressed, mate.
How much money could you possibly think you're gonna get from me?
Use your head.
Give me your money.
And the watch.
You know, a man's watch is a very cherished thing.
You steal that, you might as well be stealing his soul.
Do yourself a favor, sweetheart. Run along. Now.
You'll have a hard time killing me with all these witnesses.
- I don't care. - Oh, you care.
Too much, actually.
You shoot me...
those cops over there start firing at you.
Bystanders will get cut down by the crossfire...
people start falling off of the platforms onto the tracks.
Be a veritable stamp...
Stampede.
And even if you survive, I know you.
You'll be haunted forever.
The train gets here in four minutes, Baptiste.
Everyone boards, nobody to get in the way.
What? You gonna shoot me? In cold blood?
You know, that might be worth hanging around for.
Because I am really curious...
whether or not you've still got it in you to do that.
Well, I guess we'll find out, won't we?
Not like him to leave a body out in the open like this.
We weren't supposed to find it.
Which one of you is Winston?
S.F.P.D. I'm Winston. This is Seaver.
- Thanks for holding the scene. - M.O. seemed strange, I had to run it.
When I did, your name popped up from an old S.F.P.D. case.
John Doe. No ID.
Fingerprints appear to have been melted off by acid.
High-caliber entry wounds, no exit wounds.
Coroner's gonna pull a slug to trace it.
Won't be able to. Polymer-tipped, reverse-tapered jacket, custom-made.
- You won't find it in any gun shop. - Left the ring, took the watch.
- Found the body in the dumpster? - Yeah. Total fluke we found it.
Hobo over there went dumpster diving, came across it.
Look, am I dealing with some kind of serial killer?
Not exactly. Our guy's an assassin for hire.
Dispose of the body so that even if it were found...
you wouldn't be able to ID it for 24 hours.
He made sure of that by dissolving the prints. This guy has a thing...
for contingency plans.
Their wristwatches.
It's Baptiste.
So if this is an assassin, isn't his job finished already?
No. He's getting started. Thanks so much, detective.
Call us if you find anything.
So we've got an assassin that likes high-value targets on the loose...
in a city full of high-value targets, he's got a six-hour head start.
Told you he'd pop his head up again.
I know. I know.
I know what this guy took from you. I know what you wanna do to him.
I don't think there's a person who'd blame you for it.
- But? - No buts.
Whatever you want.
Come on.
- You. - Me. You look great.
What are you so dressed up for...?
You're under arrest.
- For what? Knocking? - Try obstruction of justice for starters.
You were a party to what happened and you fled.
No one to corroborate my story. No one believed.
What difference does it make?
I was humiliated. Two weeks suspension.
Loss of pay. Permanent reprimand in my file.
- I'm sorry. - Is everything all right?
Hey. How's it going? Ow!
- What's going on? - Everything's under control.
But can you grab my handcuffs? They're in the bedroom chest, bottom drawer.
- You keep handcuffs in your bed, ow! - Shut up.
Listen. This is fun and all, but I've got a problem that's a little time-sensitive.
So, Emma, looks like you're in the middle of something here.
- Thanks for understanding. - I'm sorry, it's my job.
Rain check for Saturday? Citronelle? My treat. I'll call you.
Can we talk about my thing now?
I wouldn't do that. You turn me in, somebody very important dies tonight.
- Who's someone? - I don't know, but I know the assassin.
His name is Baptiste and he's here in Washington, tonight.
This is the case of a lifetime.
I'm handing it to you. Give me a couple minutes to explain.
The prime minister of Argentina.
Senator Stanton's plane crash. What do they have in common?
Accidental deaths rumored not to have been so accidental.
Not accidents. Flawless hits.
Baptiste hits. It's why they pay him the big bucks.
He doesn't make mistakes, no trail, like he doesn't even exist.
What makes you so sure he's gonna strike tonight?
A John Doe shows up dead a few hours ago.
Baptiste's custom-made bullets inside of him. No ID, fingerprints burned off.
He's wearing a Huntsman suit from Savile Row.
He's got a shirt from Bergdorf's on Fifth Avenue.
Got a coat check slip from the Rose Café on 44th and 1st Ave.
- 44th and 1st. - You know what's across the street?
The United Nations.
Baptiste stole the identity of a European living in New York who works for the UN.
See Baptiste killed him for access...
which means he is here to assassinate a foreign dignitary.
He's already got a head start. His cover is airtight.
He's dissected the patterns, the personnel.
Vulnerabilities of the target's protection detail.
He's planned for every contingency you can imagine, some that you can't.
He will not fail unless we stop him.
So this guy's so good that he takes out heads of state.
And nobody even knows it was a murder.
He's a ghost.
But somehow, you know that he's here.
You know his methods, know his résumé.
How is it that no one else in the world knows this, but you do?
Because I trained him.
I don't get you. We were a good team.
And then you have to become all Dudley Do-Right.
And nobody deserves to die. Tsk!
Everybody deserves to die as far as someone is concerned.
That's human nature.
And you taught me that.
I was wrong.
And then what do you do?
You turn around and you start some crusade?
To save people.
You don't even get the irony of it, do you?
The sad irony that with all your effort...
the people you cared most about saving...
they're the ones that got hurt the worst.
And if there was ever any doubt about that...
I'd think this evening's unfortunate events have put that to rest.
Haven't they?
- You trained an assassin? - Yeah.
Okay, one would assume in order to train an assassin...
one would have to be an assassin.
That's not the point, I'm trying to save somebody.
Point is whether or not I can trust you. I don't even know your damn name.
It's Christopher Chance.
Hi.
I'm sorry to interrupt, but we're running out of time here.
- I remember you from the embassy. - Hey, nice dress.
- What the hell were you doing? - Just unlock it.
- Hang that for me? - Sure, why not? Are we all here?
Excuse me. It's kind of heavy. Going right there.
Who are all these people? What is going on?
- Uh, Guerrero, Winston, new girl... - Layla.
We ruined her company, we give her a shot, least we could do.
- This is Agent Barnes. - Hi.
- How you doing? - Hey.
- I'll go ahead and set up right here. - Set up? What are...? Don't touch that.
You got any idea what Baptiste's plan is?
I was thinking some version of a west point.
No way he could get the uniform in time. I was thinking a reverse lifeboat?
Yeah. Listen. About...
You wanna, uh, make us a pot of coffee?
I saw the way you were looking at her.
- This is all in your head. - Sure it is.
All I hope is that this woman has the good sense to keep you at arm's length.
And treat this case with the same kind of objectivi... Oh, dear God.
Oh!
It's like a teenage girl's locker.
She went a little heavy on the chin.
This is an ongoing FBI investigation. Do you mind?
What do you guys want from me?
- How about the white list? - The white list?
The minute-to-minute itinerary of visiting dignitaries?
I know what the white list is. I don't have access to it.
Deputy Director Lynch does.
Ha, ha. And what do you want me to tell her?
Ghost I've been hunting since the embassy is in my apartment?
There's an assassin who doesn't exist...
that's gonna kill somebody unless I stop it.
A terrible idea. I was thinking we break into her office, take it.
Think I'll help you break into the J. Edgar Hoover Building?
Well, technically, your ID gets us into the federal building.
- We just wanna break into her office. - You're insane.
I screwed you over at the embassy and I'm sorry.
Think I would risk being hauled off to jail if I didn't think lives were in danger?
Now, Baptiste is on the hunt, he's got UN credentials. This not an accident.
Protection of foreign diplomats is job of FBI, not the UN.
Exactly, that's why he's gonna use his cover to convince...
somebody high up in UN Security that there's a threat, then he...
Gain access to the FBI.
Yes. May I help you?
I trust Pauline and Claire are well.
When last we talked, the twins were just starting university.
Yes, they are very well.
Okay. So I have some grave news.
I have discovered a security breach in Operation Olive Branch.
That operation is classified, eyes only.
I'm the only one at the UN that's supposed to know.
And I only learned of it a few days ago.
I came across an intercept of an unnamed assassin.
He was hired out of Europe and Olive Branch is his target.
Why did you wait so long to inform me of this?
Took a while to confirm my intelligence. I had to be certain.
- I have to alert the FBI immediately. - Of course.
Jean LeCavalier for Deputy Director Lynch...
on a matter of urgent importance.
Yes, thank you. Hopefully we're not too late.
Mm-hm.
Director Lynch. I have a René Dupont here.
He's from our New York office.
He has brought to light legitimate concerns...
regarding this evening's operation.
Yes, in person would be best.
We are leaving right now.
We have to go quickly.
- Oh, I don't need to bother you with this. - No, no, no. This is the way it is done.
That is a very nice watch.
- Hey, Tim. - Hey.
S.F.P.D. Have to run through some mug shots.
Detective Seaver.
Okay. You need to leave the case here, detective.
- Thanks. - There you go.
Okay, we are in their network.
Link you up to the security feed then I'll work on the card readers.
So I'm looking at what they're looking at, live?
- Impressed yet? - Getting in's the easy part, guys.
Getting him out again, what separates pros from the amateurs.
- That's not yours. - Yeah, good luck getting through to him.
- This your first time freelancing? - Uh-huh, why?
Oh, here we go.
We don't get benefits, no job security, nobody gives you cake on birthday.
The upside? Freedom. Whatever's in the fridge is fair game.
Yes, chapter one of the freelancer's manifesto.
- How not to get invited back. - Industry standard, dude.
- Uh-oh! - Define "uh-oh."
I think they know I'm here.
Uh-oh.
Ooh, okay. Yeah, they definitely know I'm here.
Trying to get through my firewall.
- Unraveling my trace back redirects. - You knew what you were doing.
Didn't your outfit, Sentronics, help design the security architecture?
Turns out the FBI's made some upgrades since then.
Okay, I can hold them off, but it's gonna slow everything else down.
What are we waiting for? Lynch is on the sixth floor, right?
I push that button, no turning back.
Aiding a fugitive, trespassing on federal property.
Breaking and entering federal property, violation of Espionage Act of 1917.
And conspiracy to commit treason.
Could you be a little more dramatic?
What was that? You're third, fourth date? Something like that?
- Excuse me? - That guy. In your apartment. Rusty.
- Roger. - Right.
And I'm fairly certain that's none of your business.
Sorry.
What makes you think it was a third date?
Oh, nothing.
Didn't sound like nothing.
- Your bra. - My what?
It was like a third-date bra. It was black with a little lacy thingy...
It was the bra that looked like it was gonna be making an appearance.
I noticed it when you are assaulting me.
It was a first date.
René Dupont to see Deputy Director Lynch.
Okay.
Okay. Elevators over there. Sixth floor, sir.
You know what never made any sense to me?
When you left, it wasn't for principles or money.
It was for a girl.
Carrie or Kelly?
- Her name was Katherine. - Katherine.
That's right. Katherine. And you took it so personally.
Like you really thought I took some pleasure out of killing her?
You gotta believe me, mate, it was completely the opposite.
I was embarrassed. Because we'd always had each other's back.
And then there I was cleaning up your mess.
I can see how that'd be difficult for you.
You gotta tell me.
How does a man throw away everything for a woman that he barely knows?
I've lost sleep trying to make sense of it.
And then here we are, six years later, and you've done exactly the same thing.
I hope there's not gonna be any hard feelings this time.
Because what happened to Agent Barnes...
that's entirely on you, mate.
You brought her into this.
Not me.
I'm beginning to think this was a really bad idea.
Speaking of bad ideas, that whole "you're under arrest" thing...
that was just to prove a point, right?
Yes. The point being you're a criminal and you belong in jail.
This is Lynch's section. There shouldn't be anyone here.
Guerrero, how we doing on those permissions?
- New girl's... - Layla.
- Layla's almost got them transferred. - How long?
TBD, dude.
Gonna figure out we're not supposed to be here.
You'll get it. Come here.
Listen, just a few things to recommend me.
I got a decent taste in music, good with animals and kids.
I'm not a great cook, but I'm learning.
If you give me a few hours, I could lay this out for you. Maybe dinner?
I'm sorry.
- You wanna go out on a date with me? - Well, it's a little early now.
But, I mean, if you're asking, sure.
I'm not asking.
- Okay. Tell him to try it again. - Go ahead, Chance.
They're ready.
Told you.
Holy moly.
So much for no one being here.
Barnes, what are you doing here? You're not on this detail.
Were you read-on to Protocol 3-37?
- No. - Exactly. It's above your pay grade.
- Lynch assigned me last minute. - Oh.
Who's this?
Oh, I'm Patrick MacManus, UN liaison. Just here to help out.
Restrictive operation, I'm gonna have to run him.
Yeah. Of course.
- You're not in the system, are you? - Not yet.
- Guerrero. - Yeah, Chance, I'm on it.
Get us back in the system, quick.
- Who's Patrick MacManus? - A cover we've used before.
We need you to get him into the database.
That's not nearly as easy as it sounds. They know I'm here, they'll find me.
They're gonna shoot Chance in 30 seconds.
- I wouldn't worry about that now. - That kind of pressure doesn't help.
I have complete faith in you.
They don't do covert protection details unless it's a big deal.
Big enough to bring in Baptiste.
We need to find out who they're protecting.
Is that MacManus? M-A-C?
Just try all the variations. They always mess it up.
They're calling this Operation Olive Branch.
- H-hour is midnight, till dawn. - Sounds like a long meeting.
I have a theory.
You first.
Fax machine? Letterhead from the Chinese Embassy.
Heard our agent speaking in Taiwanese dialect.
Big protection detail, something sensitive, secret, worthy of disrupting.
Taiwan and China are having a secret meeting somewhere in D.C.
- Exactly. - We just gotta figure out where.
Barnes.
He's good to go.
Off-the-books meeting somewhere in the D.C. area.
Somewhere inconspicuous, some place they could close down quietly.
Call it a gas leak or something so nobody's paying attention.
I'm gonna call one of my guys, see if he's noticed red flags.
Good.
You know, I don't get it.
What would someone have to gain from attacking that meeting?
Why would anyone stop two countries...
that spend over $60 billion a year on defense from making peace?
They'll have prepped several sites.
Nobody but Lynch will know the final destination until right before midnight.
He's here.
Baptiste.
Pull a gun in here and you'll be dead in three seconds.
What the hell is Barnes doing here?
- I don't know. She said she was cleared. - Not by my office.
Excuse me.
He's on the run, let's go.
Get Barnes over here.
We should just come clean.
Baptiste will have completed his mission and moved on.
I gotta stop him. You're either with me or you're not, it's up to you.
Chance, I just saw Baptiste leave the building.
He's in a silver sedan headed east.
Baptiste must have gotten the address from Lynch.
Maybe we'll get lucky, they'll cancel the operation.
It took years to get these guys to sit down together.
They're not gonna cancel unless it's necessary. Baptiste is counting on that.
- Hello? - I should really apologize.
This is inelegant and ordinarily I'd never even consider indulging the impulse.
But there's something I really need to know.
- Who the hell is this? - Our mutual friend there.
He's fallen into some very self-destructive behavior.
And just as we got past the whole Katherine Walters fiasco.
I'm really worried that he's going down the same road with you.
So I suppose what I'm asking, and you really must forgive me for prying...
but are you two an item?
- It's been a while, Baptiste. - Heh.
Speak of the devil. We were just talking about you.
Yeah? Well, maybe we should meet up and continue this conversation.
Funny you should say that. I was just thinking the same.
Watch out!
In all fairness, we should be the ones angry at you.
He's using you.
He's used me. It's what he does.
Used you? The Old Man took you in when you had nothing.
He taught you a trade.
He treated us both like we were sons and what did you do? You betrayed him.
But it wasn't enough just to leave, was it?
You had to take that name.
That name.
- You broke his heart. - I should've broke more than that.
See, me, he respects. But you were his favorite.
And when you left...
he took it very badly.
And how do you think that was for me?
Trying to figure out what happened to you while trying to keep him in check.
Uh, heh...
- It was exhausting, heh. - You should've let me finish it.
Obviously. Because now I'm gonna have to hear it all over again.
What a hothead you are. Making it all personal.
Trying to provoke him.
Trying to get him to come after you.
Seriously, mate, which one is it?
Have you really changed? Do you have a death wish?
Or did you just lose your edge?
Barnes, wake up.
Let's go. Come on.
Chance, you all right?
Winston, yeah, we're okay.
We just got T-boned by Baptiste at the corner of Capitol and E.
Headed to you now.
All right. If you could hack into the phone company's operations database...
could you get the numbers to all disposable phones activated past week?
Sure. Yeah. Um, why would we want to do that?
Baptiste uses burners when he's on the job.
If we could find the one he's using, get him to give away his position.
You do realize there's gotta be thousands of those things activated in a week.
But only one that just called Agent Barnes.
Oh!
- Hey, mate. - Hello, dude. It's been a while.
Yeah, hey, uh, funny story.
A while back, this skinny thug blackmailed me to get dirt on Chance.
Guy wouldn't tell me who he worked for, so I killed him.
- You the one holding his leash? - No.
It wasn't me.
- Your boss, then? - Listen.
I'm a little busy here as I'm sure you'd appreciate, so no offense.
Hey. No offense at all.
In fact, that's what I'm calling about.
A business proposition.
Ten percent of tonight's take to guarantee your success.
I'm guessing, what, seven figures.
I'm sorry.
You saying you're willing to betray our old friend?
In this economy? Whatever pays the bills, dude.
Anyone else, then, yeah.
He's the one person you would never turn against.
Not yet anyway. Not until you've lost everything.
Oh, by the way, I never got a chance to congratulate you on becoming a family man.
How old is the little one right now?
You know, when we're finished with you...
you're gonna beg to return to the fold.
Doesn't look like he gave anything away.
Actually, he did.
Okay, it's time for you to finally start giving me some answers.
You know everything. Guy kills people for money.
We gotta stop him, it's that simple.
Who's Katherine Walters?
I used to work for some bad people.
I gathered that.
My old boss, he found me when I was young, angry, alone.
And he used it.
And he told me that what I was doing was right...
that the person on the other side of the gun deserved it.
And for a long time, I believed it.
Who's Katherine Walters?
She was the last assignment of an old life.
And I couldn't do it.
Why not?
She was kind. She was honest.
She didn't deserve it.
You loved her.
And I tried to protect her, but the guy they sent next was just too good.
Baptiste.
That doesn't make you believe in karma.
Let's go. Come on.
Guerrero got a hold of Baptiste's number and called him.
- How'd he get that? - Looks like Layla's working out.
- Layla? - New girl.
- Oh. - Yeah.
Wherever Baptiste was, Guerrero said he heard church bells ringing in background.
- Church bells. - Yeah.
See that list you're looking at, came from my buddy.
List of red flags in the area tonight.
Only one location where there could be church bells.
- Georgetown. - Methane leak reported, Sanford Hall.
They'd have evacuated the entire area of campus.
- Perfect spot for a secret summit. - Mm-hm. We're there in five minutes.
Hey! Hey!
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey there. Dispatch called in a problem with the transformers on the south side.
Secret Service ordered covers welded shut.
If there was a problem, I'd be the guy to call it in.
Really?
Yeah, that's a good point.
I suppose the good news is...
one way or another, I'm gonna get some answers.
Have you really completely changed? Become a whole new man?
Or is my old friend still in there somewhere?
Your old friend would've put a bullet in you for what you did.
Yeah.
With complete disregard for the consequences.
You know, what's great is if I kill you now...
there are no consequences.
I walk away and this is over.
Now, we both know better than that.
You kill me, all bets are off.
The Old Man is coming after you.
He will go after everyone. Everyone you have ever cared about.
He'll burn the city to the ground.
And you know it.
This is the blue line to Franconia-Springfield.
Next stop, Arlington Cemetery.
I hope this is it, because we're running out of options.
This is it. Right here.
Welding on this cover's been removed. That's how he got in.
- How do you know? - Security's top-heavy.
There's no way he could've got in there without being seen.
It's what I'd do.
You coming?
- Where are you going? - Upstairs.
Find the security detail, give them Baptiste's description.
Get them to clear windows in case he takes a shot.
No, he won't.
This big, this much security, he needs to be thorough.
He needs to take everyone out all at once. He needs to...
- Blow the building. - Blow the building.
Hey, look at this.
It's ethylene oxide.
Extremely flammable, odorless. He's got it hooked up to the gas system.
- Yeah, it looks booby-trapped. - It's probably a safe bet.
Got a remote trigger. We need to get Lynch and everybody out of the building.
Wait. Where are you going?
Only place with a line of sight and good strong cell reception.
We need to clear the building now. The operation's been compromised.
We need to get everyone in that delegation out of here.
- Got a lot to answer. - We need to evacuate.
You need to explain what you're doing here before I have you arrested.
- All stations, check in. - Grounds 1, roger.
- Grounds 2, roger. - Spotter 1, roger.
We are aware of the threat. We have taken all the necessary precautions.
- Rep from the UN debriefed me on this. - The man you met was not René Dupont.
An assassin named Baptiste, he set this building to blow.
You have been increasingly erratic ever since that fiasco at Russian Embassy.
You're done. Put her under arrest and get her out of here.
Send your men to the boiler room. You're making a huge mistake.
Ma'am. It's true. I saw it myself.
- Okay. Clear the building. Now. - Come on.
- Do we have a head count? Forty-eight.
- One short. - Someone's still inside.
Chance!
Did everyone make it out of the building?
Barnes?
She went back to make sure it was clear.
I'm sorry, man.
Where's Baptiste?
He's gone.
Guerrero had Layla hack the phone company.
Track all the calls Baptiste made in the last 12 hours.
- The last call he made was to Amtrak. - That's his escape route.
- I'm on it. - Hey.
- Check out all subway stations closest... - Georgetown. I know.
- Which way did Chance go? - South.
Rosslyn station, next closest one is Foggy Bottom.
All right, I'll take that. Make sure that you...
Scan the emergency channels. I know, dude.
Like I said, you'll get the hang of it.
You know, I wrenched my knee a little bit, bruised my thigh...
along with the bullet in the arm and the knife in the chest.
But I can still run okay if that's what you were wondering.
I'm just not going to.
Although I think that you're hoping I do. Begging me to do something.
Make a move for you, make a run for it.
Anything to give you an excuse to shoot me without it being in cold blood.
But you know what?
I don't think I'm gonna make it that easy for you.
You've got the power now.
You can resolve this once and for all.
Is it true that no one deserves to die?
Or does that always get decided by the guy who holds the gun?
So this is it.
The moment of truth.
- It's over, Baptiste. - You've gotta kidding me.
She made it out.
Delegate took a little shrapnel but other than that, he's okay.
As is everyone else.
- Bollocks, ha, ha. - I got him.
HRT is on the way, the place is surrounded. It's over.
Not for me.
- Just give us a second here, please. - You shut up.
Put the gun down.
Chance, this isn't you. Not anymore.
There you go. You keep telling yourself that you've changed.
People don't deserve to die.
But you and me, we both know the truth. You've lost your edge.
Works out perfectly for me, but it's really sad for you.
Take this one in. Shackles and shotguns. Double detail.
He's in federal custody as of this moment.
- Who's this? - He's with me.
- Get him out of here. - See you.
I'm glad you're okay.
I, uh, I gotta get to work.
Arrest of a lifetime and all.
Thank you.
About that dinner...
We're done here. You don't have to do that.
Oh, I don't have to.
So is it always like this?
- Like what? - Well, it's certainly...
It's more stressful than my old gig.
But we saved all those people.
We caught an assassin.
I don't know, it was fun.
- It's fun? - Yeah.
The adrenaline in your system. You're gonna crash later.
This line of work, there's nothing's worse than highs and lows.
Nothing's ever what you think it is.
Nothing's ever over.
Oh, matey, that's a nice watch.