Previously on Traveler...
- Did you get out? - We are at the corner. Where are you?
I'm sorry, I had to to this.
We think a friend of us was in the building when the bomb went off.
His name's Will Traveler.
So, you're saying there's a third suspect?
You've got the wrong guys.
Son, what the hell did I just see on TV?
But, dad, we weren't involved!
If you're on TV, it isn't an accident.
You need to get out of there now.
FBI. Show your hands now!
Tub's filled with some kind of acid.
He's wiping the place clean.
You're impeding a federal investigation.
Will asked me to keep this for him.
Will said that if we ever had to,
it could help us fight back.
It's Will's school expenses.
We gotta find out who Will is,
and this guy backed him. He paid for everything.
We already know about you and Maya getting involved.
Will, he's got a gun!
I promise you he will kill her.
- Prisoner escaped. - Man down in here!
Get the hell out of here!
I'm gonna kill you, I swear to God.
Run!
It's time for blood in the streets.
Drop your weapon, Fog!
You're safe now, son. You're safe.
As long as we're sticking together, your father is not an option.
Get the hell out of here!
Are you Daniel Taft?
Hey! Wake up!
You want your car washed?
How about some money then?
Please just leave!
- What the hell's your problem? - Get the hell out of here!
- Easy! - Forget it, man.
Where the hell were you?
Whose watch was it last night?
Come on.
- I closed my eyes for 2 mins. - You're not supposed to sleep at all.
- I got tired. Cut me some slack... - This is New York.
These people have not forgotten about the Drexler bombing.
Okay, Jay.
You thinking about calling Kim?
We're taking a big enough risk coming back here.
We can't contact anyone the FBI is watching.
Kim, your father...
- They're not options. - I know.
We're here to find Derek Sellars,
figure out why Three Continents Investing was bankrolling Will,
and then we either go to the feds, or we leave.
Wait. Wait, what?
Three Continents Investing's in midtown. We're in Queens.
We can't take your car.
We were lucky to drive it 24 hours without getting busted.
So, what, we walk?
This is New York.
Got a tip... hard location on our boys.
Let's go.
You got something?
Eyewitness places Burchell and Fog in Boston
in the last 12 hours... a library... Boston hall.
What is it with these guys and libraries?
- Any idea what they were doing? - No idea,
but we can be in Boston in the next two hours.
Good. Go.
Borjes...
You stay.
My office.
Last night's escapee... where are we?
Situation's gotten more complicated.
Man killed one of ours, then walked out the front door.
How does it get worse?
Suspect's still in the wind, no leads on his whereabouts.
We don't even know who he is.
- He was booked, wasn't he? - Yes, sir.
He wouldn't give a name, so it's a John Doe.
Then run his prints.
Prints and booking sheets are gone.
What about the backups?
- All missing. - Impossible!
The processing agent swears he followed...
Then how do four sets of fingerprints disappear?
This guy's a co-conspirator in the bombing.
Find him.
Yes, sir.
Maya, we're ready for this.
And what if you don't come back?
Then you take the boat, and you go on your own.
Keep this for me.
Everything's gonna work out.
If you say so.
You're the one I love.
I'm gonna be back. I promise.
You tell him I'm coming.
Subtitles: swsub.com
I'm agent Walkins.
- Welcome to Boston. - Catch me up.
Security guard saw suspects leave Boston hall
- and drive off in an S.U.V. - Surveillance?
A.T.M. across the street.
Angle's no good for the car's plates but...
That's definitely Burchell and Fog.
- You find the car? - A.P.B. has no matching S.U.Vs.
Also have agents sifting through traffic cam photos
within the Boston metro area and tollbooth images
for highways leading into Massachusetts.
Ball is rolling.
Next move's your call. Where to?
Boston hall. If we understand where they've been,
we figure out where they're going.
"Derek Sellars, suite 1024."
Got it.
Looks like a high-class operation.
Agent James Fowler.
Two kids.
Six years on the job.
Your idea to superglue and fume the body?
Yes, sir. Hoping to lift the escapee's prints.
The killer's print.
Good call, Borjes.
Sorry.
- They ready for us? - Full access.
What are we working with?
A dozen surveillance cameras. We've got them on tape.
Excuse me.
The only thing active is the operating system.
Hard drive's been wiped clean.
Yeah, the phone lines are dead.
No files, no paperwork.
Derek Sellars and Three Continents have closed up shop.
Yeah, well, I guess we found the paperwork.
These are all buy and sell orders...
Stock transactions.
Wait a minute.
- Wait, here we go. - What?
See that? That's a ticker symbol.
Okay? Here it is...
and here it is...
and here it is.
You wanna bet these guys are inside trading?
What's the company?
H-O-L.
Holloway Insurance.
Yesterday, over 10 million shares of Holloway Insurance
was sold on the stock market. Do you know what they cover?
Yeah, they specialize in fine art.
The Drexler foundation, to be exact.
That means that somebody somewhere knew this was gonna happen.
...somewhere knew this was gonna happen.
This is proof. I mean, it might be shredded,
but this proves that somebody else knew about the Drexler bombing.
We got company.
Everything has to go.
It's all gotta be destroyed.
Check the closet.
Who were those guys?
More friends of Will's.
That was our last lead.
Well, maybe not.
Look, records of Holloway's stock sales have to exist somewhere.
- We need to find the names. - We're not going to your dad.
Fine. Fine, Jay, but this is my world, okay?
- We can still talk to people. - Like who?
- Eddie Hahn? - Eddie Hahn.
That guy lied and cheated his way through grad school.
We can't exactly be picky now, can we?
He works for Fog financial, for my dad.
It's a job he only has because I put in the good word for him.
I can make him help us.
What are you taking?
The lockbox in question doesn't belong to Fog.
Past two years, it's been the property of a D. Taft.
- We know who that is? - Not yet. We will.
Go to the next one.
Guy goes straight for the lockbox.
Keeps his head down, face shielded.
He knows where the cameras are.
Uses a bump-and-swipe to pick pockets.
Son of a bitch!
Freeze it.
Closer.
Hold on.
That guy lifted my shield. Please tell me you recognize him.
I do.
Hello, Will Traveler.
Still in business?
Good.
I got a hit.
Access denied.
You want this guy's name, you have to reach out counterterrorism.
- You know anyone in that division? - Yeah. Me.
No go. Who is this guy?
I don't know, but he's protected.
The market closed hours ago. Are you sure he's still in there?
This guy is an ass-kisser.
He won't leave until after his boss does. Trust me.
I trust you...
It's Eddie I'm worried about.
Eddie is just a means to an end.
Look, this is gonna work out. Okay, Jay?
I got a good feeling.
Here we go. Here we go.
Right. that's Leland Mathis.
He runs the private wealth management department.
That's Eddie's boss?
Okay. It won't be long now.
Yes, I will call you in the morning, all right?
What are you doing here, man?
Just keep walking.
I came to collect that favor you owe me.
I don't owe u any favor.
Come on. Your job?
Don't tell me you forget that easily.
Look, Tyler, I don't want any trouble.
Neither do we.
All we need is a few minutes.
No. No way.
- Absolutely not. - We just need names,
That's all. Okay? A list of equity sales
posted for Holloway Insurance last monday.
Right.
You're serious?
We just need your computer for ten minutes.
Let me see... commit treason?
You know us, Eddie. we're not terrorists.
Then tell that to the 11:00 news.
We are this close to clearing our names.
And if anyone else... anyone...
could get us the information we need, we'd go to them.
But we can't, so you're gonna help us.
Where's your office?
Down here... right next to the one that was supposed to be Tyler's.
Last monday's Holloway insurance action.
Am I done now?
Almost.
There's a spike in volume,
but there's no block trades. What's that mean?
That means that nobody did anything illegal,
- except for you two, so... - Pull up a list of transactions...
Names, uh, affiliations,
anyone who might've profited from Holloway Insurance.
Do it! Come on.
Wait, wait. Here, here.
Yeah, a list of private investors.
"Maxwell Abrams"?
I've never heard of any of these guys. - Anything else stand out?
No. There's no alarms that are raised.
So we got nothing.
There's no way to tell who was selling based on a tip.
Uh, question...
How do you know you're looking for a person?
See, smart people remove themselves by a few degrees
from inside trades...
Sell through a company or a foundation, maybe.
The Hadley foundation sold shares that day, Tyler.
What's the Hadley foundation?
It's a nonprofit.
Funds after-school programs for kids.
My dad's on the board directors.
Your father sold stock.
A foundation he started sold stock...
legally.
It could just be a coincidence.
This is proof, something to take to the FBI.
Your father knew about the Drexler. Why else dump the stock?
It's not proof, Jay.
My father is a businessman, he moves billions a day.
One foundation selling a few thousand shares
does not mean that he set us up.
Why do you always cover for him?
Because he's my father!
He wouldn't do that!
He's the one who told us about the Holloway sell-off in the first place.
If he's in on it, why would he do that?
Think about it.
Maybe we were supposed to die in the Drexler.
We didn't. That created a problem.
And your father provided the solution by setting a trap at the retreat.
We walked right into it.
What are you saying?
That my father wanted to kill us,
that he wanted his own son dead?
Not until I hear him tell me.
We have been waiting for a solid lead.
Now we have to take this information in.
Confronting your father is not gonna help.
- Nobody asked you to come. - I won't let you go.
This morning I could've gone to Kim, but I didn't,
because we cannot afford...
Give me the phone!
You're pissed. Man. I get it. I'd be, too.
Don't patronize me, Jay.
Come on. Let's think this through.
Stop making my decisions.
You take off now, I won't be here when you get back...
Don't do this.
I have to.
If you scream, the gag goes right back in. You got it?
Got it.
The phone works.
Tyler's not gonna call.
It's not what guys like him do.
Maybe you don't know him like you think you do.
Yeah, right.
I only spend 12 hours a day with guys like him.
He's not coming back.
- You are on your own now. - Shut up.
You better have a plan,
'cause in 20 minutes, when I don't show up for work,
all hell is gonna break loose.
I got a deal that closes today.
People actually care about what happens to me.
I'm not gonna tell you again to shut the hell up.
Or what? What are you gonna do?
You gonna wave your gun in my face?
Go ahead. Do it. I'm tied to a chair.
I'm a hostage in my own apartment. Do it!
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Give it up, Jay. Come on.
It's over.
- I'm innocent. - Not from where I sit.
Tyler's gone.
You are all alone. There's no one left to help you.
You're right.
Tyler is gone.
But I'm not alone.
- Lloyd Rogier Gallery. - Yeah, Kim Doherty, please.
Sorry, she no longer works here.
Something I can help you with?
Bad news?
Untie me.
Jay, I'm not gonna call the cops.
Yes, you will.
And when they do get here...
tell them what we found out about Carlton Fog.
Hey, Charlie. It's me.
Long time, man. How you doing?
Right now not so good.
Everything that's going on... it's not true, okay?
You know me. I am no criminal.
I believe you. Papers on the other hand, you're already tried and convicted.
Yeah, I know, and that's why I'm here.
I need to speak with my dad.
Is he expecting you?
It's kind of a surprise.
How's your mother doing the days?
She's out of the hospital. Thank you for asking.
Yes, of course.
Give her my regards, will you?
She'll be upset you couldn't make it for lunch.
Maybe when you're in D.C.
In D.C.?
Next time you're down.
You'll come by my club.
Hey, Charlie, who's that man with my father?
Don't know. I think he's up from D.C.
Thank you.
No one questions your level of commitment, Carlton.
You held up your end of the agreement.
Right?
I'll see you in Washington.
Drive, Charlie.
You knew, didn't you?
I knew what?
All of it...
Me and Jay, the Drexler,
the whole setup.
What setup?
- Don't do that. - You need to tell me, son.
If you don't tell me, I can't help you.
No more lies. Okay, dad?
All I've ever done is try to help you.
That's what I've spent most of my life doing, actually,
- one way or another. - I don't need any help.
Not from you.
I just want to know why.
Son, you're not making any sense.
Two years ago, you cut me off.
You forced me into university housing. Now that was the plan, wasn't it?
Right?
To get me and Jay in that house together with Will?
Tyler, I felt that you needed to find your own way.
I know about Holloway Insurance...
The sale you made for Hadley foundation.
I know.
What is that?
You cashed out before the bombing.
You knew it was gonna happen.
You offered me up, and then... you profited from it.
Just tell me, dad, that you didn't try to have us killed.
This is the real world, Tyler,
and there are choices that have to be made.
Some of those choices are bigger than you.
Choices about what, money?
Isn't my life worth more than some stock portfolio?
- I'm your son - This has nothing to do with money.
This is about making it right.
This is about securing the future of this family.
Without me.
You're not strong enough.
Your philandering, your weakness...
You forced me to shelter you.
I've known since you were a child
that you couldn't lead this family forward.
Pull over, Charlie.
Just like that, dad?
Just like that, you can wash your hands of me?
The feds didn't make that last light.
It's gonna take 'em a couple of blocks before the second car picks us up.
I would use those few seconds if I were you.
Dad...
Drive.
Every cop in this city has got a photo.
What about the name on the lockbox?
Daniel Taft address and phone number, both phony.
I'm guessing he paid in cash.
By mail... Still had the latest envelope,
but the lab can't get a print or D.N.A.
Do you have any good news?
Actually, two days ago,
mass pike, B.U. tollbooth.
20 minutes later, they're spotted at the route 128 toll.
These are the only two photos we have.
Because if they got off the pike on any exit after route 128,
they'd have to go through another tollbooth.
No more photos means they never got off the highway.
But why go west?
No way would they go back to Fog's house,
- upstate New York... it doesn't fit. - There's 495.
- What? - Pike hits it in Waltham.
State's working on the road right now,
including the 495 connector, which means the toll is dug up...
No pictures.
Say they took the mass pike to 495...
north, south. They go north, it's Canada,
unlikely, but contact border patrol.
They go south, they hit I-95
New York?
Sir, I believe they're headed to New York city.
In fact, they may already be there.
Big city. You got anything to narrow down a search area?
Not yet, but they'll seek out a friendly face.
All right, we'll get extra eyes on Kim Doherty and Carlton Fog.
Start working up a list of known contacts in the city.
You get back here.
Understood.
I don't think this is a brain's kind of operation.
If you feel that way, then go with God.
Why do you keep calling me if you don't wanna listen?
I gotta go.
Nice. It's been a long time. When did you get back?
Didn't come here for a reunion, Jimmy.
- It's business. - Yeah, of course.
Gotta make a living, right?
This cover it?
Come on. Do I look like an honest businessman?
It's cash only, same as always. you know that.
It's not about the cards, it's about the identities.
You can pull everything you need off these.
Come on. I got ten different identities, four different states, a gold card...
Yeah, all right, all right.
Just because it's you. Step into my office.
All right, just do your thing.
There's one more thing I need from you.
Yeah? What's that?
You seen Alex around?
Yeah, yeah, I can help you with that.
Good.
Keep the A.P.B. on Burchell and Fog updated.
They've doubled back on their trail before.
Any new information that comes in on Taft,
- the first call you make is to me. - Got it. And Will Traveler?
I've got a T.T.Y. out to law enforcement,
and we've added him to the "most wanted" list.
It's a brick wall on the john doe I've been working.
Someone high up on the food chain doesn't want anyone knowing who he is.
He a suspect in another case?
Maybe. Either way, I haven't shared this with Chambers yet.
Probably smart. See what pans out first.
You know anyone in Justice who owes you a solid,
might like to go off the record.
Justice keeps their nose clean.
Try Harold Stone, N.S.A. He's a friend. Use my name.
N.S.A.? You got skeletons in the closet I don't know about?
Not half as many as you. I'll be back in two hours.
I thought you wanted me to move to New York.
I do. I do.
I thought we'd move there together.
I'm not going anywhere, Jay.
And in two months,
when you and the boys
get this whole road trip out of your system,
I'll be waiting.
I'm not going anywhere, Jay.
Is there a problem?
Sit down.
It's okay. Let me handle this.
Please.
Never one for a subtle entrance, were you, Will?
That's why I always liked training with you.
Kept things exciting.
Guess the rumor's true.
They killed your girlfriend?
I need information. Triggerman.
I'm not in the loop, Will.
While you were living the ivy league lifestyle,
I've been playing the good wife... to that.
I don't know what the assignment is,
but I'm gonna keep doing it... and him... because that's the job.
Well, they crossed the line.
Maya was never part of the assignment.
The way I heard it,
you went off-book with the Drexler job,
took matters into your own hands.
- It still got done. - Done wrong,
since you screwed up, Will.
When they sent me to Yale two years ago,
they told me I was protecting my country.
- I didn't sign on to murder civilians. - You're not a student.
You're a soldier. You, me... we follow orders.
And when we don't, there are repercussions
or did you forget that?
Don't make me.
Sorry, Will. Orders.
Who killed Maya?
I don't know.
Tell me.
All I know is,
word got out that Traveler's gone rogue.
They want you brought in. That's all I got.
Who gave the order?
I don't know.
I swear! I swear.
You've got something they want.
Don't leave me like this.
You're not the one I want dead.
I need you.
I just got off the phone with Harold Stone at N.S.A.
John doe has a name... Otis Whaley. No priors.
No priors? Then why is his name on the classifieds?
- Why is he even in the system? - He's not a suspect.
He's an undercover federal agent out of counterterrorism.
He's one of us.
Keep digging. Sir!
We got a hit. Eddie Hahn... friend of Tyler Fog's.
Works at Fog financial, had a $100m deal closing today.
- Never showed up this morning. - Calls to his home?
Nothing. Same with his cell.
Not his M.O., according to his assistant.
Federal agents.
Come on, Jay.
Tell me you got out of there.
Marlow, behind me, alleyway.
No, no radio.
We don't want to spook him.
Just spread the word.
He's running!
Call it in!
Out of the way!