04x11 - About Face

[bunniefuu]

(SIREN WAILING IN THE DISTANCE)

BOTH: ¶ Glory, glory, Man United

¶ Glory, glory, Man United

¶ Glory, glory, Man United

¶ The Reds go marching on

¶ And on and on
and on and on and on ¶

Our lads are gonna run all over

those Liverpool slags today!

Unless Rooney walks
round the pitch

like a child lost
in a shopping center.

Go away. Go away you tosspot!

Hey, stop it,
or I'm gonna throw you out!

(LOUD THUD) (TIRES SCREECHING)

Holy sh...

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Break it up!

What is going on here?

Just a friendly disagreement.

Okay, I can't have
you two psychos

tearing up my town,

so what's
the disagreement about?

Just, you know,
who had the best game ever...

Wayne Rooney or Old
Twinkle Toes Van Persie.

Hey! At least it is a valid
and important argument.

Ah, you wouldn't get it.
I get it, okay?

Okay? I am
a football fan myself,

so maybe I can help you guys
figure it out.

On September 2, 2012,
Van Persie had a hat trick

in a 3-2 win. Right on!

But Wayne Rooney
also had a hat trick

against Arsenal,
August 28, 2011.

He added two more that year,
April 2nd and September 10th.

'Cause he's the best.
Not so fast.

Van Persie's World Cup
header against Spain

on June 13, 2014,
at the 43-minute mark

was possibly the greatest
goal I have ever seen.

How the hell
do you know all this?

Well, I told you,
I'm a footy fan,

plus I'm a medical miracle, and
I kind of remember everything.

Who's the best player, then?

Simple. Lionel Messi.

Oh! What?

Come on, let's get out of here.
Go on!

(CHUCKLES) I see those gentlemen
took a liking to you.

Ah, well, you know,
I attract a certain type.

They're passionate.

Their passion distracted
the driver enough

that he ran into a guy when he
wandered into the street...

Steve Hickson, 38,

been in and out
of mental-health facilities.

He's currently homeless.

Right now he's on his way
to Bellevue.

What are we doing here, Al?
There's no crime.

We are here because Steve
Hickson was wearing this.

Jacket belongs to David Walton, Dr.
David Walton.

Ring any bells?

World-famous plastic surgeon

and currently New York's most
high-profile missing person

for the last three months.

Walton was wearing this
Jacket when he disappeared.

Hot lead in a cold case.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

So this Dr. Walton,
he wasn't just one

of those run-of-the-mill
boob-job guys

that advertise on the subway.
He was cutting edge.

He's a pioneer
in facial reconstruction,

skin-grafting technology,

basically everything
from celebrity makeovers

to burn victims.

No ransom note.
No signs of foul play.

Detectives didn't think
it was a kidnapping.

Apparently Walton
was quite the ladies' man.

They think he ran off
with a mistress.

Probably resurface
on a tropical island

sipping one of those drinks
with an umbrella in it.

Island living,
maybe Dr. Walton decides

he doesn't need
his fancy jacket.

Let's hope that's the case.

What about Steve Hickson,
the guy who was hit?

Any connection
between the two of them?

Uh, doesn't look like it.

Hickson's medical file's thick,

but he's never
had a cosmetic procedure done.

What about a personal
relationship between the two?

Well, Walton's wife said
she didn't recognize Hickson,

but she and the doctor have only
been together for a few years.

She said it's possible he knew
Hickson before their marriage,

even sent us some old photos
to look through,

but facial recognition hasn't
made any matches yet to Hickson.

Their passion
distracted the driver enough

that he ran into a guy when
he wandered into the street.

You know, Al, there was a guy,

a homeless guy who was wearing
those exact same shoes.

Ostrich skin.
Guy's got good taste.

AL: Let's find this guy.

Jay, get out there
and help Denny.

You got it, boss.

Bro, we got the guy's height,
his eye color,

his approximate weight all
because Carrie saw some guy

wearing ostrich shoes
at the crime scene.

Denny, you've been here
for what, three months,

and you're still a fanboy?
DENNY: What?

Okay, Carrie says our guy
is 6 foot, 200 pounds,

green eyes,
wearing a denim jacket.

Bro, it's incredible. I just...

(SNAPS FINGERS)

Hey, let me ask you
a question, Jay Bones.

Yeah. You ever, uh...

I don't know, you ever
consider plastic surgery?

No. Why do you ask?

I mean, no reason.

Well, I mean, actually, I, uh...

Go ahead, spit it out. What?

Calf implants.

Are you serious?

On you? I don't know.

I feel like, I feel like I
need a little bit more volume,

you know? Like...

I mean, you can't tell
in these jeans, obviously.

No, I can tell. Definitely.

Oh, okay.

(LAUGHS) I get it, Jay the joker.
All right.

You are joking, right?

Denny, I think you need to put your
current calves to work right now.

We got a runner!

JAY: Police, damn it! Freeze!

Later, cop!

(g*n c*ck)

Hello, criminal!

Man you need to work
on your "got ya" lines.

What are you talking about?
That was classic.

It was pretty weak.
You see that?

You know, shut up man!

Come on.

AL: Mel Davies.

Thanks for the reading material.

B&E bust two years back,

some petty theft four years ago,

and now you're wearing
the shoes of a man

who's been missing for months.

Interesting.
(SCOFFS) Not really.

They keep my feet warm.

Maybe you don't see it
like I do.

What I see
is a respected surgeon

walking through
a bad neighborhood

with some nice threads
and probably a fat wallet.

You come up and offer,
not so gently,

to take that wallet,

but the doctor doesn't want to give
it to you, so it gets violent.

Before you know it,
the doctor needs a doctor.

That's crazy.

No, what's crazy is running

if you don't have anything
to hide.

It's like you said, man.
I'm an ex-con.

I mean, it says right there.

I got two parole violations
already.

Last thing I need
is a third strike.

I mean, I see the police
coming looking for me,

of course my first thought is,

"I got to get the hell
out of Dodge."

Mel, we're not looking
to fix you up,

but we need to know
how you got these

and how Hickson
got that fancy jacket.

Well, if I tell you, can I go?

If you don't, three-time loser.
You're going away.

Steve found them

in this Dumpster
near where I stay.

Write down exactly where it was.

Is Steve gonna be okay?

Banged up,
but he's gonna make it.

Good.

All right, listen,
this is the last time

we use "Rock, Paper, Scissors"
to divvy up duties, okay?

You're right. Next time I'll
just order you to do it.

Oh, you know, "Rock, Paper,
Scissors" is fine, you know.

That's what I thought. That too.

Okay.

We got some nice threads here. We
got a baby-blue button-down shirt.

Slacks... 36-inch waist.

These are what's left
of the clothes.

Walton was wearing when he disappeared,
but that was three months ago.

Why are they showing up now?

I mean, these Dumpsters get
emptied once a week, right?

So that must have
been dumped recently.

Makes sense...

Remote area, not a
lot of foot traffic.

So why is that door open?

(g*n c*ck)

Denny.

David Walton?

Our missing-persons case
just became a homicide.

DELINA: There's significant
bruising on both wrists,

but these injuries occurred
before death,

no signs that this body
was moved postmortem.

My guess is Dr. Walton
was k*lled

exactly where you guys
found him.

Cause of death
was a .38-caliber b*llet

through the left side
of the temple,

creating a large exit wound on
the right side of the skull.

Time of death,

definitely
within the last 72 hours.

Hmm. Last 72 hours?

You sure about that?
Of course I'm sure.

Are we having
our first fight, Jay?

No. No...
Uh, no, absolutely not.

What Jay means is that the
timeline doesn't really add up.

David Walton, he disappeared
three months ago.

Why wait to k*ll him now?

Well, that sounds like a
question for a good detective.

I bet you'll find the answer.

I'm sure I will.
No, I mean we will.

All right, yeah, come on.
I mean all of us.

You did a good job.
Thanks, Delina. Thank you.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

You got a little tongue-tied
back there, didn't you?

What do you mean?

Me? Oh, no, nothing.

I don't know.
I wasn't tongue-tied.

All right, fine.

Hey, look, I'm just yanking
your chain.

No, 'cause...
'cause I wasn't, all right?

Okay.
Okay, maybe I was a little...

You're doing it again.

Do you think she noticed?

(CHUCKLES) Oh, man.

Brother, you're in deep.

We got anything from CSU?

Right. Uh, nothing conclusive
on the prints,

no DNA samples. Not a single camera
in the area caught anything.

Well, it looks like somebody knows a
perfect dumps spot when they find one.

Well, there's no forensic evidence
that ties him to the scene.

If he did go
into that abandoned building,

CSU would've known.

But they found this.

This was in the room
with the body.

It was in a pile of trash.
Looks pretty new, right?

Yeah, but there's no telling whether
it was dumped before, during,

or after the m*rder.

Chernov Construction?

It's a construction company
in Queens.

I made a call over there.
Boss's name is Gregory Chernov.

Ah, anything on him?

No. Guy's squeaky clean.

Apparently hands out
dozens of these things

to clients, investors, workers.

It's kind of
like his calling card.

I highly doubt Carrie will be
satisfied with that answer.

I'm so sorry, detectives.

I wish I could be of more
help, but I have no idea

how the notepad ended up
at a crime scene.

Client, associate?

It could be anybody.

I mean, I got a zillion of these things.
(CHUCKLES)

Saw an infomercial
about how people use them

to help remember stuff.

You mind?

This one has a mind
like a sieve.

Can't remember a thing.

Ah, you can take
as many as you want.

I ordered in bulk,
saved 200 bucks.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm pretty slammed.

We, uh, we're behind
on two different projects,

and we break ground on a new
work site on Wednesday.

Plus, I'm bidding on three more.

(COUGHS) Of course, all of this has
got to happen during ragweed season.

Ugh.

Ah, these allergies
are k*lling me.

Not to mention my damn celiac.

I had a muffin
a couple of days ago.

(GROANS) You can imagine
what happened.

Do you have employee files
that I could take a look at?

Uh, yeah, I do.

Um, here are
the most recent ones.

There's the whole bunch.

Man, that's, um...

Steve Hickson, 38,

been in and out
of mental-health facilities,

currently homeless.

Hey, this guy,
this guy, Evan Charney...

What's his story?

Evan, yeah, he's a great guy.

Been working for me six months.

What, you think
he's mixed up in anything?

You know where I can find him?

I might want to talk to him.

Uh, yeah. He's, uh...

Let's see here.

(COMPUTER MOUSE CLICKING)

Yeah, I got him working
out in Queens today.

See, I told you
they were useful.

Thanks. Thanks.

(MEN WHISTLING)

Thank you, gentlemen.

That was surprisingly
gracious of you.

Well, you know, if I gave
every construction worker

in New York City that
wolf-whistled at me a hard time,

well, there would be no construction
getting done, now, would there?

New York thanks you. (CHUCKLES)

(SHOUTING) So what can
I do you for, detectives?

Oh, well, you could lower
your voice, for a start.

Sorry. Occupational hazard.

15 years as an expl*sive tech

kind of blew out my eardrums.

Oh.

Safety first, demolition day.

One of you guys goes
up in smoke, I'm on the hook.

MAN: Hey, boss.

Boss, we got a problem
with this detonator.

The problem is with you,
not the detonator.

I told you, you got to get
a J-hook igniter,

you want that detcord
to blow, right?

There you go.
Now get out of here.

Grown-ups are talking.

So how can I help you?
Evan Charney.

Who? Evan Charney.

Oh, you just missed him.
He had to go.

Had some personal call.
Had to head out early.

You know where he lives?

Uh, Brooklyn, I think,
someplace.

There's the whole bunch.

Man, that's, um...

5012, Bedford Avenue,
apartment 1A, Bed-Stuy.

Uh, sure. Yeah, that,
that sounds about right.

Denny and Jay
aren't far from there.

I'll let them know. All right.

(MEN CAT CALLING)

Hey, I'm sorry about my boys.

Oh, no, it's okay. I'm, you know...
I'm flattered.

What? I'm flattered!

Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, can you blame them.
Look at you.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Thank you!

You too! Nice seeing you!

They're on it.

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey,
come on, man.

I'm doing the
knock-and-notice this time.

Uh, no, because you knocked
the last time

and the time before that, so...

Yes, because a few weeks ago, you
got to kick in a door, okay?

Kicking in a door is
worth, like, seven knocks!

It's a solid six.

That's true. No, you're right.
All right, thank you.

Yeah, okay. (KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Evan Charney! Police! We got
a few questions for you!

You know
that door's open, right?

Somebody beat us here.

Yeah, and they left in a hurry.

You ready? Go.

Police!

JAY: Denny! Yo.

I think we found Evan. (SIGHS)

This was no robbery gone wrong.

Well, yeah, we figured
that when we found

the $65,000 cash in the closet.

Hey, boss.

Just spoke to the landlord,
and get this.

Evan had a roommate,
Jordan Scott, 35.

I pulled up his file, boss,
and it is thick.

Wow. Jordan Scott's
been busy, huh?

Armed robbery, as*ault
with a deadly weapon,

attempted m*rder.

Now, it turns out, before
Evan left the work site,

he got a call
from Jordan's cell phone.

And get this.

Jordan owns a .38...

Same caliber g*n used
to k*ll Evan.

And that's the same caliber
used to k*ll our dead doctor,

David Walton.

Good job, boys.

Congratulations, Jordan Scott.

You might be our
first legitimate suspect.

Oh, there's more, Cap.

Come with us to the basement.

What the hell is this?

Hey, check it, Denny.

Jordan and Evan definitely
kidnapped Dr. Walton.

Prints lifted off the chains
were 100% match for the doctor,

and it looks like
they were holding him

in that apartment
for the past three months.

Yeah, but what beef do
these guys have with a doctor?

There's no ransom.
There's no demands.

Why, why keep a guy alive for three
months and suddenly k*ll him?

I don't know, but it's obvious

they didn't want
anybody to find him.

I mean, I guess that explains
why Evan was at the crime scene

where the homeless guy
got hit by a cab, right?

He must have been there
before the accident,

just looking for Walton's
jacket to get it back.

Once we got hold of the jacket,

Jordan and Evan must have known

that it was only a matter
of time till we got to them.

Yeah, I still don't understand,

why keep Walton alive
for so long?

What ties do Jordan
and Evan have

with a fancy plastic surgeon?

Well, let's find out.

I hope you don't have
any plans for dinner tonight.

Oh, not anymore, no.

Pizza?

Jay, we had pizza last night.

Pizza's great every night, bro.

Hey, boss, you wanted to see me?

I do. Are you familiar

with Major Crimes policy 34.5 B?

It's on the tip
of my tongue, boss...

There is no
Major Crimes policy 34.5 B.

However, there is a policy
about billing four pizzas.

Two pepperoni, one sausage,
one anchovy, to Major Crimes.

Boss, look, I...

You just decided to forge my
signature to authorize expenses.

You nailed the R,
but the "S" s are no good.

You got to try harder next time.

So, um, where are we with
that roommate, Jordan Scott?

Right now Jay's running
Evan and Jordan

through all our databases,
but that's it.

Blood, bodies, handcuffs,

what the hell went on
over there?

Boss, we find the link
between Jordan, Evan,

and Dr. Walton,
we got our answer.

You get on that.

And, uh, look,
I'm sorry again...

Garlic and mozzarella,
for next time.

That is classic.

JAY: So I looked through Dr.
Walton's patient records,

and guess who got an irregular
mole removed by the good doctor

18 months ago.

Jordan Scott. You got it, boss.

Well, that's a start.
It still doesn't give us

motive for homicide
and kidnapping.

What else do we have
on Jordan and Evan,

besides the fact
they shared a place together?

Glad you asked.

So I traced
the $65,000 in the closet

to a bank robbery in Atlanta,

and it wasn't
their first job together.

Looks like they had quite
a little operation going.

In the last five years,
Jordan and Evan traveled

to six different cities
together,

and it looks like Jordan
was the mastermind.

His MO was getting Evan
to infiltrate a company

and pose as an employee.

Evan would act
as the inside guy,

feeding security codes
and procedures to Jordan.

Mom-and-pop store,

pharmacy, real-estate office,

and finally a bank, they're
upping their game, huh?

Chernov Construction must
have been their next mark.

Okay, but what does
kidnapping a plastic surgeon

have to do with construction?
We're missing something.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Hold on. Why don't we just
ask Jordan himself?

His cell phone just pinged
off of a tower in Queens.

What's the address?

No address, but we got
a three-block radius

around Roosevelt and 87th.

Wasn't Evan's construction site
around Roosevelt and 86th?

Yes, it was.

Jordan can't go back
to his apartment.

I'll bet he's camping out there.

All right.

CLINT: Problem is with you,
not the detonator.

I told you, you got to get
a J-hook igniter,

you want that detcord to blow.

Get down! (DEVICE BEEPING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Jordan knew we were coming.

The cell phone ping was a plant.

We'd be buried under that
rubble if it wasn't for you.

I guess I owe you one.

One?

Jordan never worked
in construction, right?

But he knew how
to rig the expl*sives.

How do you explain that? Jay!

Was there anything
on Jordan's phone

that linked
to Chernov Construction?

Nothing yet. Still got to run
through all these numbers.

15 years as an expl*sive tech
kind of blew out my eardrums.

Oh.

This one...

That's the construction
foreman's phone number, Clint.

Now, Jordan called him at
least four times last week.

Maybe he knows
what Jordan's up to?

Get a home address on this guy.

Roger that, boss.

WOMAN: Baby!
You forgot your lunch.

Yeah, just a second.

Hey, so what do you think
she made for you?

(g*n c*ck)

How you doing, Clint?

Jordan Scott.

I don't know who that is.

Really? We got Jordan calling
you four times.

So what?

So we'd like to know
what you're doing hanging out

with a guy we think k*lled
one of your workers...

Evan Charney. Evan's dead?

That's right, and Jordan
just tried to blow me up

at one
of your construction sites.

Did you help him rig that?

What, are you crazy? I wouldn't
do something that reckless!

Although... Although what?

Jordan, Jordan was asking me
demolition-related questions.

That you answered.
Yeah, why not?

Teaching people to blow sh*t up,

is that something you do
on a regular basis?

Come on, man, guys always
want to hear stuff like that.

So what were you
and Jordan up to?

Nothing, okay? Evan just put me
in touch with the guy, okay?

I've only talked to him
over the phone.

What were the calls about?

Look, Jordan, he throws
odd jobs my way, okay?

Look, I got alimony
payments to make,

and the dough was good,
so I did it.

Odd jobs like what,
construction work?

No, man.

It was more like
waste management, okay?

AL: So Jordan calls,
says he'll give you $10,000

to dispose of this dead body,
and you do it?

I told you
I'm strapped for cash.

You recognize the body
when you buried it?

No, it was wrapped up
in trash bags.

And you didn't look? Hell, no.

The less I know, the better.

That's the first smart thing
you've said all day.

Delina, we have enough
to ID the body?

This body's badly decomposed,

but dental records
could provide a match.

I can tell by the hand
that this is a male,

and maybe this ring
could help us ID.

I ordered in bulk,
saved 200 bucks.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm pretty slammed.

We, uh, we're behind
on two different projects.

St. Michaels College,
class of '95.

Chernov had a diploma
in his office,

St. Michael's College,
class of '95.

So this victim and Chernov
were maybe classmates?

That college is in Aberdeen. There's
not that many graduates living here.

Dr. Walton, he wasn't just
one of those run-of-the-mill,

boob-job guys that advertise
on the subway.

He was cutting edge. He's a
pioneer in facial reconstruction.

Let's see here.

Yeah, I got him working
out in Queens today.

I know this is
gonna sound crazy,

but what if we were talking
to Jordan Scott yesterday?

Oh, come on, that's crazy.

Jordan could never make himself
look that much like Chernov.

You're right, Jordan couldn't,

but a world-class
plastic surgeon could.

Okay, so how does this all work?

Because they don't look
the same to me.

Not on the surface,
but here, take a closer look.

What's important is the basic
facial bone structure, right?

There are 14
critical match points,

and based
on occipital definition

and hyoid definition,

Jordan and Chernov
are actually quite similar.

Now, it would be
one hell of a surgery,

but it could definitely be done.

What would somebody need to
create kind of a makeshift OR

to pull off an operation
like this?

You would need a high-tech
surgical field kit

and a doctor who knows
what he's doing

and can operate under
less-than-optimal conditions.

Which is why Dr. Walton
was a perfect fit, right?

He assisted in trauma units
in the first Gulf w*r,

so operating in Jordan's
apartment, no big deal.

Infection would be
the main problem,

but if they kept Dr. Walton
alive long enough

to supervise the recovery,

then I'd say,
with a little bit of luck,

they could actually
pull this off.

I'm sorry. I could have sworn
that you just said to me

that a man
had his face reconstructed

to look like another man.

I know it's out there, but we
have to move fast on this.

Chernov, I mean Jordan,

hasn't been seen
since yesterday.

You know the phrase
"start at the beginning"?

Do me a favor,
start before that.

Right, so about a year
and a half ago, Jordan Scott

goes to see Dr. David Walton
for a minor procedure.

He's inspired to read up
about him.

He finds out
Walton has pioneered

a surgical procedure
that can completely change

the structure and look
of a patient's face.

(SIGHS)

Sometime between then
and three months ago,

Jordan hatches a plan

where looking
like Gregory Chernov

is essential.

Lieutenant, do you have any
idea how crazy this sounds?

You're telling me
that a man walked

into a doctor's office and said,

"Please make me look
like someone else."

Besides, Dr. Walton
would never agree

to risky surgery like this.

Which is why Jordan
and Evan had to kidnap him

and force him to do the surgery.

"Force him to do the surgery"?

So then they what, kept him
alive in the apartment

so he could treat Jordan?

Exactly.

Procedure like that,
it takes time to heal.

Jordan needed Walton
to oversee his recovery,

make sure he was okay.

Then he k*lled him.

And nobody noticed
the difference

between the real Chernov
and the fake Chernov?

Al, come on.

This surgery couldn't
have gone perfect, right?

It didn't have to go perfect.

Jordan, other than when
we interviewed him,

worked from home after the surgery.
He didn't talk to anyone.

Gregory Chernov
ran a construction company.

Why would anyone
go through all the trouble

to impersonate him?

We figure that out,

we solve the case.

Hey, Wells, do you know much about
this plastic-surgery stuff?

What are you trying
to say, Denny?

I mean, obviously, you've never
thought about it yourself.

You can't enhance perfection, but
I don't know, I've been thinking.

Thinking about getting
a little work done?

I mean, am I crazy?

Tell me I'm crazy, please.

No, I hear they're doing
incredible things

with calf augmentation
these days.

(LAUGHS) Okay, I get it.

Jay told you. It's very funny.

(SIGHS) You got anything?

I mean, Jordan's long gone.

What I can tell from, from
Chernov's current work files,

there's nothing in here
that would justify

that type of plan, you know?

Those pills.

These allergies are k*lling me.

Not to mention my damn celiac.

I had a muffin
a couple of days ago.

You can imagine what happened.

Oh, these are
just allergy medications.

When Al and I were here,

there were three bottles
on the table, okay?

Not two.

One of them was marked Ca-DTPA.

I'm betting
it wasn't for allergies.

JAY: Carrie's right again.

(KEYS CLACKING)

Ca-DTPA isn't
allergy medication.

It's an antidote
to radiation exposure.

Radiation exposure?

High-volume radiation exposure.

If Jordan's taking the antidote,

it's a good bet
he's been in contact

with radioactive material.

And if you're trying
to get your hands

on radioactive materials, now,
there's a reason to concoct

some crazy-a*s plan to
reconstruct your face, right?

But what I don't get is,
why transform yourself

into a guy who works
in construction?

Mmm. I'm betting there's more
to Chernov than we know.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

What's that?

I created a program
with a binary algorithm

to cross-reference the data
from the documents

that Carrie and Denny recovered
from Chernov's office

with all of Chernov's
construction holdings.

Okay, and?

Anyways, what that means is,

it looks like Gregory Chernov
has a storage facility

that he's kept off the books,

200 square feet,
phone lines and everything.

Construction guys
don't keep flophouses.

Chernov was hiding something
in there.

Jordan could be there
right now, boss.

So could
the radioactive material.

All right, call ESU, download
all of this to Homeland.

If this is as bad as I think,
they need to know.

You got it.

You're all clear.

Nobody's here, and no
radiation detected so far.

Roger that.

You found RPGs?

Cases of them
from the former Soviet Army.

Could be Chernov
is an extremist maybe?

Or he's a capitalist, right?

I mean, it's a construction
company.

It's the perfect front for
importing and exporting weapons.

That's why Jordan
would take over.

Chernov's identity.

It also explains how he came into
contact with radioactive material.

If we're lucky,
that material is still inside.

It looks like Jordan
was camping out here.

He had a desk, a cot,
even a phone line.

No sign
of any radioactive devices,

but my tech did pick up some
low-level Geiger readings.

So something was in there,
and now it's gone?

Yeah.

You know, Jordan can't
be working alone.

Run down all the phone calls
he made from this facility.

All right, you got it.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

For what?

Very smart looping Homeland in.

I just got a call
from my contact.

Seems like you and Carrie
inadvertently discovered

the identity of The Broker.

The Broker?

Yeah, apparently, The Broker

is a elusive,
high-powered figure

in the international
military black market.

Homeland's been trying to verify
this guy's identity for years.

That's why Jordan
needed a new identity.

Whatever he's doing with
this radioactive material,

he's doing it as Chernov.

Right, but what I don't get is,

if Chernov is about
to make a ton of cash

by moving radioactive material,

why would Jordan go through the
trouble to impersonate him, right?

Just wait till Chernov
makes the deal,

go in, grab him, grab the dough.

Unless Chernov
wasn't making the deal.

Maybe he never had
the radioactive material.

Maybe Jordan did,

and he needed Chernov to move it.
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Jay, you said Jordan and Evan

pulled jobs in six different
cities in the last five years.

Could any of those
have given them access

to weapons-grade
radioactive material?

I'm on it, boss.

Thanks.

Let's just say Jordan and Evan
got their hands on this stuff.

What the hell would they do
with it on their own?

They're not in the business
of moving WMDs,

and anyone who is

wouldn't trust those two
to make a deal.

That's why they need someone with
credibility in the black market.

Right. To make the
deal face-to-face.

Ugh. Excuse the pun.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Which is where Dr. Walton
comes in.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS) Yeah, Jay?

Al, you're not
gonna believe this.

A year ago, Jordan and Evan
pulled this scam

at a university out in Arizona.

Now, they went in
as campus security guards,

took down
a medical research lab,

probably looking
for antibiotics or something.

Turns out that lab was at
the forefront of research

into, get this,
radioactive isotopes

for cancer research.

Radioactive, like what goes
in a b*mb radioactive?

So hold on.

I talked to my FBI guy.
He owes me a favor.

He said the Bureau kept quiet

'cause it didn't want to cause
panic, but the university

reported a pound and a half

of fissionable cobalt-70

went unaccounted for
after the theft.

Now, that's not enough
for a b*mb,

but it sure as hell gets you
off to a good start.

Any idea what it's worth?

JAY: Uh...

Estimated black-market value
is around $4 million.

Thanks, Jay.

We've been trying to figure
out why somebody would go

through the trouble
of getting a new face.

How does $4 million sound?

All right, cool. Thank you.

Hey. Hey, Jay Bones.

What are you doing here, man? I
wasn't about to miss the action

and let you guys have
all the fun.

So, uh, what is going on here?

I just talked to Russo.

They're saying Homeland's
hearing a bunch of chatter

about a multimillion-dollar
sale of cobalt-70.

They're saying it's happening in
the city, and that it is imminent.

I mean imminent
with a capital I, bro.

Holy smokes.
Okay, all right, all right.

So, if this construction guy
Chernov was The Broker,

he's still just
the middleman, right?

The deal's not done
until he passes the stuff off

to the people who plan
to use it.

So have you guys
got anything on this?

Honestly nothing.

We got, we got Jordan's
phone records

from inside this place,
but it's nothing exciting.

The guy's just lazing around,

ordering takeout twice a day
from the same bakery.

A bakery?
Yeah, uh, Syrena Bakery.

It's a little,
local sandwich shop.

Actually, it's pretty good.

Jordan's got celiac disease.

So?
So, if a guy can't eat bread,

what's he doing ordering
sandwiches twice a day?

I don't know. Maybe Evan
was making the orders.

Can't be him, 'cause Evan
was working construction

and living in his apartment
till yesterday.

Bro, I hate to rain
on your theory, but come on.

Maybe the place
makes a mean salad.

Maybe he was ordering that.

I know that place too, Denny.

It ain't exactly
a salad kind of joint.

You know what? I'm gonna
look into this Syrena place.

Okay. (CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Why is Jay here?

Oh, well, he's my partner.

Would you ask Starsky the
same question about Hutch?

A, you need
to update your reference,

and, B, Jordan just made
a withdrawal,

ATM, $200,
Grand Central Station.

You don't think he's actually
gonna make the drop, do you?

No, I think he knows
that we're onto him,

and the withdrawal
was just a diversion.

Hey, boss.

I think I got something
on the sandwich joint

that Jordan was ordering from.

The owners of Syrena Bakery

are two brothers,
Kareem and Malik Hakimi.

Check that. Oh.

Egyptian expatriates

with ties to several t*rror1st
watch list groups?

What if Jordan
wasn't ordering food,

he was arranging the drop?

Hey, Denny.

Traffic cam down the block
caught Jordan

going into the bakery
a few minutes ago.

He was carrying
a high-tech briefcase.

Deal's going down now, man.
We need to get in there.

Okay, Carrie and Al have
things under control, okay?

Cobalt-70 is extremely
unstable stuff.

It could level the entire
block if we go in sh**ting.

What are we supposed to do,
wait for the transaction

to go down and pick everyone
up on their way out?

Jay, if these are smart guys,
they're coming out with force.

We're gonna be outgunned.
Where's our backup?

They're a couple minutes out.

See, this could be over by then.

Listen, we need to get closer,

and we need to draw Jordan
out, you understand?

Denny, you got to trust me.

Carrie and Al have a plan.

What is their plan?

They're going to get a sandwich.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Ah, Mr. Chernov.

So nice to see you again.

We were getting worried
you'd made other plans.

Oh, sorry I'm late.

Thanks for meeting me in person.

Get Mr. Chernov some water.

You don't sound so good.
No, it's just allergies.

Let's get down to business.

I take it that's the package.

Can we see it? (SCOFFS)

You first.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(ZIPPER OPENING)

MAN: $4 million...

Just as we agreed.

(BRIEFCASE BEEPS)

Allah Hu Akbar.

It's beautiful.

Your methods are unusual, but we
cannot complain about the results.

Thank you. I'll be on my way.

CARRIE: Tell me right now!

Wait here.

I'm gonna ask you
one more time, who is she?

There's nobody else,
baby, only you.

I know what you're up to
with that little sl*t.

Chrissy Thomas and I work
together, that's it!

Is that why she calls
at 2:00 a.m.?

Is it? Is that why Barbara
saw you at the coffee shop

with your tongue
down her throat?

AL: Come on.

Excuse me, I think you
should take this outside.

Ah, you thought I wouldn't
create a public disturbance.

How did that work out for you?

I need to do my makeup! Move!

I am sorry about this. My
girlfriend gets a little...

Don't apologize for me!
Nuts sometimes.

I am not nuts!
Still can't help loving her.

Love her outside,
or I call the police.

You know what? That is
a really, really good.

I'm gonna call
the police myself,

because cheating is a crime!

Hello, I would like to report
a domestic disturbance

at Syrena Bakery.

Damn it, I need to leave.

Everything okay, Mr. Chernov?

You don't look so good.

12 East... I told you to leave!

Don't move!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

You know what will happen
if I drop this suitcase?

Everyone in here dies.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(g*nshots)

(THUD)

(g*n c*ck)
Drop your g*n. Drop it!

(g*n CLATTERS)

(GRUNTS)

Jordan Scott,
you are under arrest.

You might want to get
some work done on that nose,

you know, if you're
into that kind of thing.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
OVER POLICE RADIO)

Nice job role-playing in there.

(CHUCKLES) You still
can't get over the fact

that I dated Chrissy Thomas
back then.

That's absolutely untrue.

I was simply giving you
a real name to work with.

Oh, no kidding?

Well, I'm not the one
with the perfect memory,

but that sure sounded
like the fight

we had about her back then.

You're as wrong now as you
were on August 24, 2001.

For the millionth time... Yeah?

I dated her before you.

How can you hold that
against me?

I'm not holding it against you.

I'm perfectly capable
of getting over things.

In fact, I'm over it. Over it!
Oh, I'm impressed.

Thank you. (CHUCKLES)

I wonder what happened
to Chrissy.

Boy, she was great.

You know, you can play it
cool all you want, Al Burns,

but here's the truth.

You revealed your true
feelings back in there.

Yeah, you're right, by saving
the city from disaster.

No, you told Kareem
that you love me!

Oh, come on.
I was just role-playing.

Really, role-playing?
So you didn't mean it?

I meant it when I said
you're totally nuts.

I am nuts, but you love it.

Yeah, I kind of do.

(LAUGHS)