Thoughtcrimes Page #4

What are we doing here?

FBI's holding Lars Etsen here,

trying to pin a case on him.

He flew in last week. They arrested him at

the airport. Says he's here for a wedding.

The case against him is weak,

so he'll probably walk.

Is there a problem?

Uh... no.

I was just wondering...

Maybe you can walk and wonder at the

same time, cos we're kinda under the gun.

Etsen's a KGB-trained engineer who went

freelance after the Wall came down.

He's built everything from night vision

scopes to radioactive tracking devices,

and has few scruples about who employs

him. We're here to see Lars Etsen.

- I still don't understand.

- Don't. You're an observer, so this time...

- just observe.

- She'll have to sign too.

This way.

He's got a visitor leaving right now.

Who was that woman?

How could they make that trade?

Johnson, too.

(Ukrainian)

Hi, Lars.

I'm not answering any questions

without my lawyer.

I wouldn't dream of violating your rights.

By the way, was that your girlfriend

in the hallway? Cos nice.

This one is easy, but who is she?

- She is family. I came here for a wedding.

- Don't answer any questions.

- Brendan Dean, NSA.

- So I've been told.

Mr Etsen, I'm June McAllister.

I'm taking over your case.

- Good.

- Hi, June.

Why is she here?

She looks scared. I hope she's OK.

- You know her?

- She's my sister.

Definitely not an observer.

I'm being set up. What's going on here?

- What's going on here?

- That's an excellent place to start.

You first.

What do the NSA want with my sister?.

What have they done to her?.

Coincidence? No.

Harper's not telling me something.

Why don't we start

with why you really came to New York?

- Wedding.

- I said no questions.

You said don't answer any questions.

I can ask them.

- You don't have to take her advice.

- Definitely here for Gazal.

Why would somebody enter this country

knowing the FBI wants them?

My client isn't charged

with a federal crime.

They can't arrest me on suspicion

of something happen in Ukraine.

We can do whatever we want. Did you

just admit to selling to the Russians?

Keep stalling. Few more hours,

then ultrasound sight.

- The charges he's being held on are junk.

- Oh, yeah. The charges.

I know that every time I go to a wedding,

I pack a concealed weapon...

It was a Swiss Army knife!

A little tiny knife, for gosh sake!

Am I sensing murderous intent,

or is that just me?

- If the FBI or any other alphabet joker...

- They know nothing.

..tries to proceed with that charge, we'll

slap Uncle Sam with a harassment suit!

He's your uncle too.

A little smile. She likes it.

How old is she?

Lars?

- Let's cut the crap, Lars.

- Who is this one?

- We know about the ultrasound sight.

- They know? How?

What is she talking about?

The ultrasound sight.

This dangerous.

Pings ultrasound signals off the surface,

sends them back via an imaging scope,

paints a picture of what's behind a wall.

Very handy if you're targeting somebody

through a wall.

You didn't happen to build one,

did you, Lars?

He doesn't know. But who is she?

- I make nothing.

- We know. Why do you think we're here?

- Dangerous girl.

- Who hired you, Lars?

- You don't have to answer.

- I have done nothing. Nothing!

Who hired you, or should we finish

this conversation in federal custody?

- On what? An accusation?

- I'll take that chance. Who hired you?

- Don't answer.

- This is not good.

- Who hired you?

- Don't answer!

I must not get transferred from here.

I must stay.

I give them the... give them information.

Name. Give them the name.

Matthews.

Matthews placed the order.

Alan Matthews.

Gotcha!

Hey, Patel.

What's the status with our boy?

Home alone. Ground team's ready.

Kunzel's on the third floor

covering the loft.

She doesn't need one of those.

Why not?

Reposition yourself behind Matthews' loft.

This looks like a tailgate party.

Alan Matthews is a weapon designer.

We're gonna grab him to question him.

- Maybe I can help.

- Maybe you can, by waiting in the car.

This is not a reflection on you.

I thought you did a good job with Lars.

No one seems to wanna tell me

how you knew about this ultrasound sight,

but this is a takedown, and I have strict

orders, direct from your magic phone,

to keep you out of harm's way.

Kunzel? This is Dean. I'm coming up.

How long has your sister

been at the PD's office?

- She's not your type.

- She just gave me her card, that's all.

- She what?

- She just wants to talk to me.

About you.

Sorry I spoke.

- Where is he, Kunzel?

- In the kitchen, making lunch.

You would not believe

what this guy is doing.

He's mixing peanut butter with roast beef.

- What did you say to June about me?

- Get away from the window!

Sorry.

- Did he see us?

- Negative.

Sun's on our six and I'm getting glare.

I'd say he's blind to us.

Ground unit,

prepare to breach the building.

Kunzel, you keep her here.

Can I look through your rifle?

No, ma'am.

No one touches this weapon.

- I need to see what's going on.

- Ma'am, I'm not at liberty to do that.

Spotting... Can I look

through your spotting scope?

How many freakin' sandwiches

do I gotta make?

Come on, guys! Show up.

Let's get a move on.

Go time. Get inside,

hit him hard, get out fast.

Don't take this guy for granted.

It could be dangerous.

Play it safe.

OK. All right.

Here we go, here we go.

Two floors up, and hit him hard.

The silent alarm.

Hello, boys.

What the...?

Feds in the stairwell. Better move it.

Five minutes, whole place go boom.

Brendan, get your men out of there.

It's a trap.

Freya, that's impossible.

What's your intel?

I just know. Matthews has a bomb.

He's waiting for you.

We have nothing to indicate that.

Somebody get her off the headset!

(running footsteps)

What are you doing?

We could have killed you.

- He's gonna blow up the loft.

- Sh!

Matthews set a timer.

We've got less than four minutes.

- Kunzel, come back.

- Get everyone out of here, now!

- Go for Kunzel.

- What's going on? Do you see a bomb?

Negative. He's left my sight

towards the north end of the building.

(Brendan) All right, this stops now.

Breach the third floor.

Wait for me up there.

Kunzel, what else do you see up there?

- Listen to me!

- No, you listen to me.

You are endangering the lives of my men.

Get the hell out of here!

I need you to listen

like you've never listened before.

There is a bomb in this building.

We are going to die!

- I know this for a fact.

- How?

The same way I knew Costas was lying

and I knew about the ultrasound sight.

I know you've been rehearsing

how to ask out my sister,

and you've had the Scooby-Doo

theme song in your head all morning.

What did you say?

Brendan, I hear thoughts.

I am a telepath.

- That's...

- The craziest thing you ever heard?

How about this one? A couple of hours

ago you were thinking about Harper,

that he's such a tight-ass

he probably has sex with his clothes on.

I wasn't thinking that. You were.

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