Thoughtcrimes Page #3

Moving here, getting the job -

I know what I need and what I don't need.

- How... how did...?

- How did he die?

His car went into the ocean.

They said he'd been drinking.

He started drinking a lot

after you went into Brookridge.

- You hate me.

- What?

You think it's my fault.

- I know what you're thinking.

- You are crazy.

There's something I need to tell you

about me.

(man) There she is.

- Freya. Yeah, that's her.

- Oh, God. They're here.

- Who?

- The NSA. They're...

Oh, God, Freya! Why?

OK, I'm gonna go.

I'll leave, OK? Don't get upset.

I'm proud of you, June.

(garbled voices)

This mad woman! Out of my way!

Freya. Don't run. Freya!

Try to concentrate.

Now, listen only to my thoughts. Focus.

Focus on my voice.

That's it. Find the silence. Find it.

(voices fade)

No one's gonna hurt you, I promise.

We need each other, Freya.

I'm glad you decided to grace us with

your presence, Ms McAllister. Shall we?

His name is Gabriel Perez.

He's from Argentina, a Muslim.

He contacted us, said he had information

about an assassination plot

against a political target

here in the States, soon.

- What's he talking about?

- Our field agents made contact.

They met in a crowded caf,

hadn't even enough time to sit down

when someone pumped three rounds

from a grenade launcher through the door.

Two of my agents were killed,

along with 16 civilians.

There were three survivors.

Guess who was one of them.

(bleeping)

We had him airlifted up here.

He's in full coma and fading fast.

So, what, you want me to read his mind?

Yes.

The doctor says he can still hear us,

so I'll prompt him

and you just focus on his thoughts.

All right?

Gabriel.

If you can hear me...

I want you to remember who it was

you were selling information about.

Who did this to you, Gabriel?

Qu dolor! Dnde estoy? No veo nada.

Me duele. Me duele mucho. Las manos.

Todo. Te quiero Gazal. Gazal!

Aaargh!

Who's Gazal?

- God help us.

- You were right.

What's Gazal's location?

Gabriel... where is Gazal?

He's jumbled and scared.

Gabriel...

You're safe, I promise.

Just think "Where is Gazal?"

Nueva York.

Suzie, Jon Harper.

Yeah, tell him it's urgent.

She's good.

- Have you seen any other images?

- No. Just... colours.

Just fear.

That's OK. You're gonna see more visions.

It's a progression, a leap in your...

I don't know if I wanna see them.

Not that close.

Who is this Gazal, anyway?

Gazal's the name they've given to one

of the world's most dangerous assassins,

only no one's identified him, so we've no

idea where he's from, what he looks like.

In fact, we don't even know his real name.

What do they want me to do?

To work with the field agent in charge

of the Gazal task force. Brendan Dean.

But you'd only be there as an observer.

I wouldn't want to risk you getting hurt.

Well, what about this agent?

I can't tell him?

No. He won't know about your telepathy.

As far as he's concerned,

you're an agency observer.

I can't believe this. Is there anyone

you don't keep secrets from?

- Come on. It's for your own protection.

- Why? Is Agent Dean gonna hurt me?

(coughing)

I wanna kill someone. If Terri isn't here

in five minutes, something's gonna die.

Takes time to process

a requisition like that, Brendan.

When you ask for a resource out in the

field, you should be able to produce it,

otherwise the NSA

shouldn't have a field office.

That's perfect.

That's perfect. Where's Terri?

We've got phone taps on every

major radical in the city. Get some sleep.

Phone taps? Phone taps?

Where are we? This is the NSA.

We should have satellites

tracking the East River.

I want, um, GPS LoJacks

on every one of those crackpots.

OK, guys. Guys!

We have no target, no time frame,

and no idea who contracted Gazal.

So what do we have?

(Freya clears throat)

Hi.

I'm Freya McAllister.

The observer.

Hi. Hello.

l, uh...

Brendan Dean.

Oh, great!

Real articulate. You're staring

at her body. Stop staring at her body!

It's nice to have you on board.

"On board"? Who talks like that?

Pull it together!

She'll probably get you fired.

- Look, I don't wanna get in your hair...

- Don't even worry about that.

- Great hair. This cough syrup's strong.

- Brendan.

- You have to sign for that.

- Forge me.

Uh, shall we... go?

Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you?

We've got some work to do now

Scooby-Dooby-Doo, doo-doo-doo

A-doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo

So, how do you like your job?

Scooby-Dooby-Doo...

Uh-huh. There it is.

They're framing me. Replacing me

before I've proven myself. Screw you.

It's great.

Math nerds with guns.

Yeah, lots of, uh... challenges.

When the NSA created a field office,

they blurred the line

between a criminal agency

and an intelligence agency.

Sometimes a grey area can facilitate

movement between a black area and a...

white area.

Damn! You started good.

What happened?

- You were with the Bureau, right?

- Uh-oh. Knows my file. Turn it around.

What about you? What's your area

of expertise? Counterespionage? lntel?

No. Um... I'm an observer. I'm here

to find Gazal and let you do your job.

An observer. She'll find Gazal? Great!

She probably couldn't find Waldo.

Sounds like a plan.

All right. I've got an informant inside

and he's a little jumpy,

so... let me do the talking, OK?

Extra Special Agent Dean.

How's it goin'?

What's the matter?

You don't visit me no more.

Wow!

Who's your friend?

I bet she likes big, hairy men.

She's a little shy.

What have you got for me?

It's been a crazy week.

The stuff I know could get me killed.

So the question is,

what have you got for me?

I'll think of something. Better make up

a story for this chump... The airport, yeah.

Woh! Nice!

Hi.

OK. I got a friend at LaGuardia.

- He's telling me about a shipment.

- What kind of shipment?

Hey! What the hell was that?

Give me back that envelope.

That guy is useless, and sick.

Costas knows the type of people Gazal

uses. He was gonna tell me everything.

He doesn't know anything. He's stringing

you along to get more envelopes.

He thinks you're a chump.

Here's what I know -

proper procedure, chain of command.

Here's what I don't - you. So if there is

something you know that I don't,

- lay it out right now.

- I'm sorry, I can't.

I have to go back to my superiors

with results,

- and "Sorry, I can't" is hard to analyse.

- I am not an analyst! Look, just trust me.

No, you're an observer. You don't destroy

carefully built informant relationships!

Brendan, he doesn't know anything.

I'm in charge of this investigation,

and you're gonna

hand me that envelope right now.

Hi. It's me.

Costas is a total dead end,

and Agent Dean...

Right.

It's for you.

Who the hell is this?

"Need-to-know basis"? No, Harper.

You listen to me, Harper.

Some observer can pull rank on me,

some nut telling me my business.

Harper- tight-ass!

Probably has sex with his clothes on.

Doo-doo-doo-doo, where are you?

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