Thoughtcrimes Page #5

And Matthews was thinking about a bomb.

So pull your men out now.

(agent) Still holding, sir.

Abort. Evacuate immediately.

- You OK?

- Yeah.

Let's get the hell outta here.

This is Unit 4.

We have Matthews in custody.

You'd better explain.

Make it fast. We've gotta work quickly.

Female, mid-20s. That's them. That's her.

Watch out!

Freya, get out of the way!

Get in the car!

Ground One, converge on a red Ford

pickup heading south out of the grid.

- Smokies!

- Damn truck! Come on! Come on!

- Right. Turn right.

- Right.

- What?

- They're gonna turn right. Go!

Headed eastbound between 3rd and 4th.

Go through the intersection.

They're gonna go

through the intersection.

Keep moving!

Garbage truck! Watch out!

Stop!

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Damn it!

We lost them. They're headed east on...

- 14th Street.

- What?

They're headed to 14th Street.

They're headed to 14th Street.

Stop your vehicle! Stop your vehicle, now!

Fire!

Suspects down!

- Inside my head all this time...

- Don't be scared.

Don't come near me.

Listening right now, inside my head.

- I couldn't tell you. It was a secret.

- Just get away from her.

Stay away from me.

(garbled voices)

These pictures are old.

This guy has a scar on his left cheek.

This guy has both his ears pierced.

- I didn't know you examined their bodies.

- I didn't.

You telling me you remember all that

from one glance?

Yes.

Meet Chor Cao and Dur Wahid,

of the Laskar Jihad and Kumpulan

Mujaheddin terrorist groups respectively.

I've been updated.

What's their connection with each other?

We're working on that. Uh...

They're not your typical foot soldiers.

Too well educated.

Agent Merriweather,

could you excuse us?

We have a problem.

If this is about security clearance,

my lips are sealed.

I just wanna forget about it.

We don't need to talk about it.

Fine. You're off the case.

I'm what?

Wait a minute. What did you say?

Freya's the reason

we've gotten this far in the case.

If you can't handle her,

I'll find someone who can.

Let's talk.

You may have Harper's ear,

but I don't answer to you.

And, frankly, I'm not exactly sure

what it is you do around here, Dr Welles.

Evidently I'm not cleared to know a lot,

but I will tell you this:

I am this close

to slapping Harper with my resignation.

This isn't about you or him.

This is about Freya McAllister.

So what's the message here, huh?

Roll with it, Brendan?

This is somebody

who reads personal thoughts.

Nobody respects my privacy, but I do.

(garbled voices on tape)

What's that?

That...

is the kind of privacy that Freya enjoyed

for nine years in a mental hospital.

Hundreds of voices in her head, nonstop,

every minute of every day.

(voices crescendo)

(switches off tape)

Freya's one of a kind.

And not just because she was able

to overcome that ordeal,

but because somehow she's been able

to retain the capacity to care

about every voice she hears.

lncluding yours, it seems.

Start with... Start over. "I'm sorry,

there's no way I could have..." No, no.

Don't attack her. Just... "I'm the kind

of guy who..." No, don't justify things.

- Just...

- Hi.

Freya. Hi. Hi. I was... waiting for you.

Dr Welles gave me this address.

It's a... nice neighbourhood.

This place makes mine look like a closet.

NSA pays for this, huh?

What do you want, Brendan?

I just, uh... wanted to, uh...

You know...

Look...

I'm a feet-on-the-ground kind of guy.

Rules, logic, problem-solving -

that's my world. And I'm good at it.

Damn good.

But outside of that,

my life's kind of a mess.

But if you know what I've been thinking,

you'd know that, so...

Ever since you told me about you,

that's way outside my world.

So I've been retracing my thoughts. And,

when I say that, I mean every thought,

because I have this memory

that doesn't miss a thing, and...

You know. Anyway, um...

I've been obsessing over it -

what I thought,

and what you think that means about me -

and I just want you to know that, um...

none of it is... personal.

- Michael told you about me.

- Yeah, he told me the whole story.

I asked him about your sister.

She doesn't know, does she?

I don't want her to know.

Or anyone else.

There's something else I want you to think

about that I can't get out of my head.

You sensed the shooters

and you pushed me down.

If you weren't there...

I'd be dead.

If you weren't, um...

who you are...

I'd be dead.

Wait. They were after us, the guys

in the pickup truck. The shooters.

They were pros. They were sent there

to wipe out Matthews.

No. I heard their thoughts

before they shot.

They said "That's them. That's her."

There's a connection:

Banco Pacifico in Manila.

Both had multi-million-dollar accounts

there until the US froze their assets.

I'd call that motive - and opportunity.

Money launderers are one of

the few groups who can afford Gazal.

Currently $10 million per hit.

All we need to know is the target.

Where's that list of VlPs

in town next week?

Jeremiah Grant... Oh. Fergie's in town.

Abdul Kamil Zebouti...

- Who?

- lslamic cleric.

Pro-Western, moderate.

Possible candidate. Keep going.

Elizabeth Meyers, Walter Poulson,

Frances Farraday, the prime minister of...

- Wait. Go back. What'd you say?

- What, Farraday? Ring a bell?

Last week she was made

Deputy Attorney General.

Her new campaign is aimed at

foreign banks with terrorist clients.

Get a list of the banks she's targeting.

My guess is our hitter's bank is on her list.

She's giving a big address

at the Plaza tomorrow.

- Yahtzee! Banco Pacifico's on the list.

- Is the address televised?

- National news.

- That's Gazal's target.

Then call it off.

It's not that easy.

Our case isn't exactly rock solid.

Farraday's had heavy security ever since

she vowed to take down those banks.

They've a rainday location, but will

need more proof to move the circus.

- Rainday?

- These events have a backup location.

The Plaza's gorgeous,

it's just a b*tch to secure.

We need proof. We need proof.

What?

You can't keep me! This ain't

a police state! This is illegal!

Lars Etsen built an ultrasound sight.

What was it for?

- I'm not talking to you, piece of crap.

- Then shut up.

- .50-calibre Barrett sniper rifle, modified.

- Modified how?

- Binary magazine, an AP?

- Armour-piercing.

- And HE.

- High explosives.

What is this? Some kind of

"good cop, bad cop" thing?

- Who's the target?

- He doesn't know.

- Where's the rifle?

- He doesn't...

He delivered it on Tuesday.

Where's the rifle, Alan?

I'm Agent Dean, National Security Agency.

I have a few questions for you.

You visited Lars Etsen yesterday

in the holding, didn't you?

No... no... no understand.

Yes, you do. Open up the door.

- Lars is not guilty. FBI guilty.

- We're not here about Lars.

We're here about the rifle

Alan Matthews stashed for Gazal.

Gazal?

Ai! Borscht!

Brendan! Watch out!

Do not scream.

Who would suspect old woman, eh?

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