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.
- Did you see it happen? - No, but she did. She saw everything.
Where's the girl now?
- Are you sure you can keep her safe? - Of course.
Did you know the first public cell phone call was made from the New York Hilton? 1973.
There's a rumor the martini was invented at the Knickerbocker...
...but there are people in San Francisco that would dispute that.
I feel like I should be taking notes.
You find my fascination with hotels to be peculiar, don't you?
You sharing anything personal is peculiar.
A hotel is one of the last few places where a person can retain relative anonymity.
Makes it easier when disappearing foreign diplomats from their penthouses.
With any luck, Mr. Reese, we can prevent a murder, rather than the alternative.
Yeah.
Mira Dobrica.
You're sure the threat to her is work-related?
Ms. Dobrica's single, lives alone, doesn't do much social networking...
...and she puts in a 60-hour work week.
Whatever's gonna happen, it makes sense that it would happen here.
They say a maid can tell everything about you from how you leave your room.
And all sorts of things happen in hotel rooms.
Mira's job could have put her at the wrong place at the wrong time.
What about her life before coming to America?
A mystery. She came here in '99...
...when computer records weren't what they are today.
I put in a call to Immigration Services as a prospective employer.
Would that be Mr. Wren from Universal Heritage Insurance?
You know, her shift starts in five minutes, which means that ours starts in four.
They were hiring a bellhop and a concierge. The choice seemed obvious.
I interviewed last night, made sure your résumé would stand out.
By the way, you worked at the Hotel Lutetia in Paris for two years.
You'll have access to every room with your employee key card.
I can research the guests and exploit any necessary systems from my desk.
Seven hundred guests in this hotel.
One of them is planning a murder.
Where do we start?
Harold. Glad you could start on such short notice.
- Derek, my pleasure. - When you're on the clock, it's Mr. Fowler.
This is Bud, my head doorman.
And you are again?
John.
I worked at the Hotel Lutetia.
Right.
Your desk is right over there.
Remember, always recommend our restaurant...
- ...before suggesting anywhere else. - Very good.
We're hosting an event for the Association of Aviation Technology tomorrow...
...and most of the attendees are arriving today, so--
No excuse for standing around.
Are you waiting for a written invitation?
Let me help you with that.
Mr. Reese, Mira should be housekeeping on the 30th floor.
I just finished a run on 12. I'll head up.
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John.
Zoe.
Haven't seen you since the divorce.
- You working? - Yeah.
- You working? - Always.
Like the suit.
I'm planting the camera on her cart.
We can see exactly where she is at all times.
I didn't take your money.
I had 50 bucks in my wallet, and now I don't.
Finch, who's in Room 3024?
Tug Brantley. CEO of the Aggro Push energy drink.
I'm a platinum member of this place.
Do you have any idea how difficult I can make your life?
- Come on. - What do you want from me?
I wanna know if those lips taste like the chocolate mints you leave on my pillow.
I'm going to come back when you're not here.
Are you really going to turn me down?
- Is there a problem here? - Who invited you in?
Mr. Reese, could you try not to get fired before lunch?
Being a platinum member doesn't entitle you to sexually harass our staff.
If you disagree, we can have the police sort this out.
You're lucky I don't report you to your boss.
- Are you all right? - I'm fine.
That sort of thing happens every other week. I could've handled it.
Sounds like a rough gig.
- I'm John. - Mira.
So a strong, handsome guy your age working as a bellhop.
Must have made a wrong turn somewhere.
Yeah, I stopped counting a while back.
Well, you're in for a rough gig yourself.
Our brilliant manager should have staffed four bellhops.
Instead, it's just you and Randy...
...and he takes more smoke breaks than he does luggage.
You seem to know your way around this place.
Hotel management is hard work but it's not rocket science.
Speaking of which, I should get back to work.
Guess I'll be seeing you around, then.
I really like this girl, Finch.
I heard back from Immigration Services.
Mira sought asylum as a Serbian refugee.
A survivor of the Kosovo War.
I thought most refugees from that war were Albanian.
Most were. But both sides suffered losses.
Seeing as how Mira came alone...
...we can only assume that whatever family she had didn't make it out.
She was 16 at the time. She's been on her own ever since.
Here's a map of midtown. That's the theater district.
Columbus Circle and the beginning of the park. It's a good start.
I managed to hack into the security network...
...and piggyback on their feeds, allowing me access to all the hotel's cameras.
Excuse me, where's the--?
Oh, the ladies' is around there. And the gents', the opposite.
Mira.
Is something wrong?
Police were asking questions about our little side operation.
It got me thinking about how they knew to poke around in the first place.
- It wasn't me. - No.
You're not stupid enough to do a thing like that...
...because you know how upset I would be if I found out it was you.
Of course.
Mr. Reese, we can add hotel staff to our list of potential threats.
Sir.
Welcome back to the land of the free.
Getting out of Rikers took longer than I anticipated.
I understand our rogue operative slipped away from you in there.
Won't happen again. I know his face now.
I need you to work fast.
Ever since he assaulted our DOD facility, our source has become compromised.
Compromised, sir?
This man has connections to a dangerous party.
It's imperative that you find him and figure out who he works for.
Wherever he goes, a mess usually follows. All I have to do is find the right mess.
I'm sure you'll work it out.
And when you're done with him...
...make sure no one finds him.
Understood.
Any available units, please respond to a 10-50 in progress...
...at the intersection of 46th and 3rd.
Hey, so listen, there's something you should know.
I'm in a bit of trouble.
- Serious? - Yeah.
My mom wants to set me up with this woman who goes to her church.
Oh. Heh.
- Well, that's pretty serious. - Yeah.
- What'd you say? - That I was seeing someone.
It could be serious.
- That right? - I don't know.
Have you told your son anything?
Hm. I may have mentioned a thing or two.
That I met a man who's nice and funny, easy on the eyes.
Taylor's happy for me.
So, what do you think about meeting him?
I'm cool with it. You?
I think it might be time.
Let's talk about it later.
- Okay. - Okay.
SAIC Moss.
Didn't think I'd ever see you here again.
I'm on a matter regarding Special Agent Donnelly.
After he died, I took it upon myself to review his old files.
Found something that might interest you.
I discovered a recommendation to make you a field agent.
- Donnelly ever discuss that with you? - Once or twice, yeah.
I'm ready to run it up the flagpole, but only if you're still interested.
- I am. - Great.
With your permission, we'll initiate the background check.
Interview friends, family, any contacts from the past 10 years.
Okay. Whatever you need.
Are you available to take a polygraph this evening?
- Polygraph? - Standard procedure.
- You can take it here in the precinct. - It shouldn't be a problem.
- Then we'll see you later. - Okay.
FBI, huh?
You really gonna go through with this?
Yeah. I guess so. Heh.
Spa's located past the elevators through a glass door on your right.
- You can't miss it. - Sounds great.
- Everything all right, Mr. Reese? - I feel like I'm back at boot camp...
...and we still haven't zeroed-in on the threat to Mira yet.
Same girl we saw before but she's with a different guy.
The side operation Derek's running might be girls.
I made a similar observation.
Detective Carter should be getting back to me soon...
...on any known solicitation activity.
Look who has time to chat.
A bus just arrived full of airplane geeks.
Check them in, and let's make sure they don't crowd up the common areas.
Oh, I really hope Derek's the threat.
Detective Carter.
I checked with Vice.
They picked up a working girl a few days ago at that hotel off an anonymous tip.
But the girl didn't say boo and her bail was posted within an hour.
By whom?
By a guy named Bud Garrison.
Our floor manager's pet.
- Thank you. - Anything else?
Should there be?
I just assume you heard my conversation with Moss.
I hear everything, detective.
So you know he thinks I'm qualified to join the feds.
- Well, what do you think? - I just think it'd be a great opportunity.
Assuming I get in.
You're concerned about the polygraph.
Considering I've been lying about you guys for over a year, a little.
You know, polygraphs don't detect lies, just physiological responses.
Try lying on one of the baseline questions.
It might trick the test into thinking everything you say is normal.
Yeah. It's just a machine, right? I mean, how smart can it be?
Exactly. Just a machine.
In the meantime, it might be wise for you to steer clear of John and myself.
Just for the time being.
Yeah, I think that's a good idea.
Thanks.
Looks like Derek is running an escort service.
If Mira called in the tip, he might be our threat.
The sooner we can confirm it, the sooner we can go home.
Housekeeping.
Sorry, we don't need service. My wife forgot to put the sign out.
No problem.
- Housekeeping. - Hey.
- I need to talk to you. - I can't now.
You know this can't wait.
Mr. Reese...
...Mira's just been summoned into Room 3215 by a guest.
Charles Harris.
She didn't look particularly happy to see him.
You must be exhausted, dropping bags off all day.
According to his hotel bill, Mr. Harris drinks more than he eats.
We have no way of knowing what's going on because Mira left her phone on her cart.
She's three floors above you.
How late do you deliver room service?
I believe the hotel delivers room service--
I'm not talking about the hotel. I'm talking about you.
Feel free to drop yourself off...
- ...anytime. - Heh.
Excuse me.
I'm on the 32nd floor now.
- Don't try to push me, Harris. - But you need to listen to reason.
- How can you expect me to agree to this? - It's the right thing to do.
Easy for you to say.
Next time, damn well knock.
What are you doing here?
I was just checking the minibar.
I'll save you the trouble, it's empty.
We'll talk later.
Ms. Brozi. Ms. Brozi.
Please reconsider.
What's your problem?
That's the second time you've walked in on me.
It's Derek, isn't it? He has you following me around.
Are you in some kind of trouble with him?
I know he's running girls out of here. I know you're involved.
I clean the rooms, that's my job.
I've worked too hard to get involved in some scheme.
Is that why you tipped off the police?
- None of your business. - What about that booze hound?
- I heard the yelling. - He's harmless, it was nothing.
Are you sure about that, Ms. Dobrica? Or is that Brozi?
You know nothing about me...
...what I've seen, what I've been through.
I don't need help, especially from someone like you.
Just stay away from me, got it?
We do have a good steakhouse here in the hotel...
...but, personally, I'd recommend The Grand.
Best rib-eye in town. You will not be disappointed.
- Shall I put you down for 7:30? Okay. - Sure, thanks.
I've been researching our guest.
Charles Harris is a freelance journalist...
...working with a number of respected publications.
He's the kind of writer that has strong opinions about world leaders...
...making him persona non grata in a half dozen countries.
What's his interest in Mira?
Not sure.
But if he came all this way to talk to her, she might be some kind of source.
A girl who flees her country and changes her name...
...doesn't wanna be found.
If she's hiding, who's she hiding from?
That guy in the turtleneck, he's been sitting there since we arrived.
- Have you seen him move at all? - I don't believe so.
Well, he's got a clear line of sight of the front desk and the entrance.
- He might be waiting for somebody. - And if he's not?
Then what's he still doing here?
How do you suggest we find out?
- What you reading? - Nothing. It was here when I sat down.
Good. Can't stand these airplane nuts.
I mean, the pickup-- Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry.
- It's okay. It's fine. - I'm sorry.
- Don't worry about it.
Who's he talking to?
Pull up the downstairs feeds.
Watch the man at the bar.
The man at the side entrance is taking his place.
They're spotters.
They're rotating positions to patch the gaps in their surveillance.
Military recon tactic.
It's a hit squad, Finch.
At least it's safe to say we've found the real threat to Mira.
Who would send a hit squad with military training to kill a hotel maid?
Our spotter is headed back downstairs, Finch.
Where's Mira?
She's in the kitchen, taking a break.
I'm going to check out his room.
That room is registered to a Peter Krieg.
Checked in under a German passport.
Could be a forged identity.
We need to know who sent the team.
Any new information on Harris?
I see that his laptop is signed onto the hotel Wi-Fi.
If I can get past his firewall, I can see what kind of notes he has on Mira.
Our spotter has a file on Harris.
Whatever's going on...
...it has to do with a series of articles Harris wrote...
...about a Serbian colonel named Rudko Petrovic.
That name sounds familiar. I believe he's running for deputy prime minister.
Harris all but accused him of committing war crimes in Kosovo.
How does Mira fit into all this?
I think I just found out. I'm in Harris' computer.
Not only is her real last name Brozi, but she's ethnic Albanian, not Serbian.
According to Harris' notes...
...Mira witnessed Petrovic order the execution of her entire family.
Makes sense that she lied to Immigration about her name and ethnicity.
She was simply protecting herself.
Harris found the one witness who could bring down the colonel.
They followed him to the hotel hoping he would establish contact with his source.
They'll move on Mira as soon as they identify her.
They may already have. What's the ETA on our backup?
Arriving as we speak.
Always a bar.
Hi. Give me a ginger ale.
Mr. Reese, all three spotters are back in their original positions.
Keep an eye on them. We'll deal with those guys after I get Mira out of here.
You just don't give up, do you?
John, the man at the side entrance is moving.
Why won't you just leave me alone?
Argh!
That a good enough reason?
He was going to kill me...
...for talking to the journalist.
He was gonna kill you...
...for knowing what Petrovic did to your family in Kosovo.
What does that make you?
Just a guy at the right place at the right time.
Mr. Reese, I've lost the connection to Harris' computer.
And eyes on his floor.
You'd better get to Mr. Harris' room immediately.
Stay close to me.
All right, I'd like to start with a few basic questions.
Is your name Jocelyn Carter?
Yes.
Are you a member of the Homicide Task Force in New York?
Yes.
Have you ever smoked marijuana?
Yes.
College.
- You're the first one to admit that. - Heh.
Okay, now we can move on to the important stuff.
Mr. Reese?
It seems that Mr. Harris remotely checked out of his room a few minutes ago.
He's not here.
Any chance another maid cleaned this room?
Not today. This is my floor.
You notice anything out of the ordinary?
The chair...
...it's usually over there.
We're too late.
They moved fast.
Cleaned up best they could.
I thought he was a drunk.
Yesterday, he tells me he knows who I am...
...that Petrovic is the man who killed my family.
How did you escape, Mira?
Sanja...
...a Serbian woman across the street.
I watched it happen from her attic.
Then the man, Harris, found Sanja last month...
...made a tape of her saying I could identify the colonel.
She was found dead two weeks ago.
Probably from talking to the journalist.
He said if I went public it would ensure my safety...
...but I refused.
Look how far this monster is willing to go.
What choice do I have?
I'm gonna get you out of here, Mira.
But I need to know how they found out about you.
Did you tell anyone you were talking with Harris?
No, nobody.
Then how could they have known you were the witness?
Unless...
Give me your cell phone.
The electromagnetic field of a microphone...
...can interfere...
...with a cell phone.
They overheard everything in this room.
They're next door.
Wait here.
Mira?
She's running for it, Finch.
Finch, she just got on the elevator.
Mira. I was just looking for you.
Mr. Reese, I'm afraid Mira's in there with another member of the hit squad.
And she has nowhere to run.
Do exactly as I say.
Use your key card and take us straight to the basement.
I may be able to stall the elevator. Might give you a chance to get Mira out of there.
I'm a little busy, Lionel.
Yeah, well, one of your trained killers is leaving his post.
So is the one in the lobby.
He's taking rather a large trunk with him. I don't know what they could possibly--
Oh, dear, it's Harris.
- They're disposing of the body. - Body? What body?
Detective, you can't let them leave the hotel.
The recording, where is it?
I don't know of any recording.
The one of Sanja, your old neighbor.
It wasn't in his room or on his computer.
I swear, I don't have it.
No? Too bad.
I don't know who you are, but I'm prepared to shoot you...
...and 20 others like you to get what I came for.
I'm glad that you're a better shot than you are a bellhop.
So am I.
Detective, the barfly just left the building through the back exit.
Yeah, okay, I'm on it.
- Excuse me. - Sorry. Looking for the bathroom.
I thought I saw a sign--
Why don't you try up those stairs in the lobby?
Oh, yeah. Thanks, buddy.
- What do you say we get out of here? - Not yet.
We have to get the tape Harris made of Sanja.
- It's evidence Petrovic killed her. - You said you didn't have it.
I lied.
He gave me a disc to take home and watch.
Thought it would persuade me to tell my story. It's in my locker.
That and your testimony would be enough to put Petrovic away.
Assuming I live long enough.
I'll come back for the disc after we get you out.
We don't know how many hit men are left.
Drop us off on the next floor, then shut this elevator down.
Who are you talking to?
Hello. This is Harold. I work with John.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Mira.
Sure.
Hey, excuse me, guys. Have you seen a little Chihuahua?
A little dog about this big.
Ah, jeez.
- Yeah? - I've got a new assignment for you.
- Meet me at the annex south of the lobby. - Yeah, no problem.
I'm fine, considering I took out two killers trying to get rid of a body.
I never doubted you for a second. Now come and meet me.
Be right there. Let me call these two in.
Oh, and don't forget the guys in the storage room and the elevator.
Seriously?
- Got something? - Big mess at the Coronet Hotel.
Guys with gunshot wounds have been tied up and gift-wrapped.
Sounds like our man.
What are you still talking to me for?
This friend of yours, he's a policeman?
Yeah. Listen, Mira.
He'll take you to his precinct.
It's the safest place for you until this is over.
I've never really felt safe since I left Kosovo.
I was a girl when I ran away.
New name, new country.
Tried to leave all that behind.
But it's like I've just been waiting for all this to come back somehow.
Afraid of what would happen to me if it did.
From what I've seen...
...you're a lot braver than you think.
I allowed Rudko Petrovic to get away with murder.
My family, Sanja, now Harris.
No more.
Petrovic must be held accountable.
You rang?
Mira, this is Lionel.
And you can trust him.
Nice to meet you.
All right, you ready?
Thank you, John.
You're welcome.
Okay, come on. This way.
Finch, now would be a good time to tender your resignation.
Have you ever lied to people you work with?
No.
Have you ever knowingly associated with a wanted criminal?
No.
Have you--?
What was that about?
How would you describe your relationship with Narcotics Detective Cal Beecher?
Cal?
Would you describe it as platonic?
Intimate?
We see each other socially.
Are you aware of any of the several IAB investigations into Detective Beecher?
- Investigations for what? - I'm not at liberty to say.
So you are not aware of any of the ongoing investigations--?
No.
I was not aware.
Where the hell have you been?
You really have no idea what's going on in your hotel, do you?
You're me, you find a first-day employee sneaking around in the ladies' locker room.
What do you do?
I don't know. Something like this?
I've got the disc. Meet you back at the library.
You're a hard man to find.
Phone, please.
How about we go somewhere a little more private?
That was some line of questioning. Hope it gets easier from here.
Unfortunately, this can't go any further. I'm rescinding your offer to join the Bureau.
I'm sorry. Sometimes these things don't work out.
- Why not? - I can't divulge that.
I gave you plenty of answers in that room.
I can get one from you.
In the future, I'd choose my company more wisely.
- Can I get you a soda? - I'm fine. Thank you.
Okay. If you need anything, I'll be right out here, okay?
Hey. You missed all the fun.
Wonderboy and I jump-started an international incident.
Shame I couldn't be there.
- You say you were mugged? - Yeah. Guy took my wallet and my watch.
Okay. Just wait right here, sir. Someone will be by shortly to take your statement.
Thanks, buddy.
Get out.
Get out!
This can go one of two ways.
Don't suppose one of those ways involves me walking out of here.
Didn't think so.
I don't care who you are.
I don't care what you did to get here.
All I wanna know...
...is who you work for.
But that would be telling. Unh!
What makes you think I'm working for anyone anyway?
Because you're like me.
We don't give orders, we execute them.
Speak for yourself.
One last time.
Who do you work for?
You'll never know.
Aah!
Any deeper and I would have cut your celiac artery.
You've got about 20 minutes before you bleed to death.
You can keep coming after me...
...or you can get to the hospital.
I wonder if your employers would have showed you that kind of mercy.
How's it going?
Fine, just tired, you know? Long day.
I was thinking about what we could do with Taylor.
Maybe we can go to the Botanical Garden Saturday.
Yeah, I've been thinking about that.
Maybe it is too soon, you know?
Sure.
Cool.
- Hey, Carter, if you need to talk to me-- - I just need time.
That's it, Cal.
You take as long as you need.
I'm not going anywhere.
- Hey, you got a sec? - Yeah.
Hey, hey.
Carter, he's got a weapon.
Are you okay?
Guess you didn't miss all the fun, after all.
Colonel's career is over. Next stop, the Hague.
I'll have what he's having.
What was your business here anyway?
Well, let's just say the convention wasn't as boring as I thought it would be.
The things people try to get away with in hotels.
- Heh. - I see you boys made the news.
Not too bad, considering you also helped to take down an escort ring.
They'd barely gotten the manager into handcuffs...
...before he confessed to the entire operation.
Meanwhile, my phone hasn't let up.
Councilmen needing to know their names aren't gonna surface on the client list.
I appreciate the work.
And to make sure this place is run properly, Harold here bought the hotel.
It needed proper management.
John. Harold.
This one's on the house.
Ms. Brozi, I was hoping we could go over the event calendar.
Absolutely.
Ever consider doing in-house work?
This place could use someone in crisis management.
I like to move around.
I'm more of a freelancer...
...like you.
It's a nice place.
Maybe I'll even stick around for one more night.
Well, I heard it was all booked.
But then again, you do know the owner.
The penthouse suite.
Another round?
Ah.
Sir, I have Mr. Hersh for you.
Thank you, Ms. May.
Well, you haven't checked in for a while.
I hit a snag.
We have a bigger problem at home.
I need you here ASAP.
I'm on my way.
Ms. May, I need to draft a letter to the State Department.
Be right in, sir.
For your state dinner at the White House.
Also, I picked up something for your anniversary.
God, I completely forgot.
Ms. May, you've only worked for me for two months...
...and already you know me better than I know myself.
That's what I'm here for.
Ready when you are, sir.
To the secretary of state from the Office of Special Counsel.
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