Please report to security check 5.
Atenin, please report to security check 5.
This is 180, sir.
No, it's okay.
Right now, no problem.
Okay.
Please report to security check.
Okay.
Hey!
Okay.
Are you okay?
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey, put the exit!
Hey!
What are you doing?
Hey!
Karen.
Shit.
Yes, I love you.
Karen?
She's the one I've been waiting for.
Oh, does Karen have a last name?
I can't remember.
You can't remember?
No.
But God bless her, she has just put me over the top.
I now have 1000 Facebook friends.
I've worked so hard for this.
Friending everyone I've ever gone to school with,
worked with, dated, or met.
I mean, the toughest part for me was
trolling through the hundreds and hundreds of random members
for anyone willing to accept my invite.
You know how many criminals cruise the internet,
picking through your chat logs,
looking for intelligence information?
You're not on Facebook, are you?
No.
Myspace?
No.
LinkedIn?
No.
Twitter?
No.
Friendster?
Friendster.
I'm an undercover agent.
I love Friendster.
I'm just normal.
I've never even seen you wear pants.
I meant Dom.
Oh.
Friends are only popular in Southeast Asia now.
Three of the coolest people I've ever met
are from Myanmar.
The normal's relative.
More often than not,
online social networking communities
are a pathetic attempt to fulfill the needs
of the inter-socially challenged.
You know, people fearful of face-to-face risk taking.
It's just a theory.
What is this, Mr. Callan?
Uh, that is a knit-combed cotton.
With a blood stain.
I would never bleed on your wardrobe.
Had to be a bad guy.
Good, bad, or ugly?
I don't care.
The point is you neglected to tell me about it,
and now it's set long enough
so that it might be permanent.
Eddie, it's just a shirt.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
This is not just a shirt.
This is a Savile Row 100%
polished Egyptian cotton
hand-stitched with pearl buttons.
That thing you're wearing is just a shirt.
Yeah.
What is a comfy shirt?
Your new color scheme is black.
I can live with black.
Ah, cans.
Late night, huh?
Um...
Agent Bly has been on assignment.
How did it go, dearie?
Uh, it went very well.
We gathered very important intel.
That's wonderful.
You can return your outfit to the wardrobe
you're closer waiting in your locker.
Nice try, Eddie.
Director Vance is on the system in five.
Move.
Hey, Eric.
Can you make Eddie one of your Facebook friends?
She's friend number 251. She writes to me every day.
In Greek.
Man, you're looking at as a former Marine,
Walton Monroe Flynn.
He's currently working for Sedential Security,
one of the largest private security firms
contracted by the U.S. government in Iraq.
Ten days ago, Flynn killed an Iraqi businessman
that he was supposed to be protecting.
He went into hiding.
Sedential found out that he was on his way to L.A.
Tried to take him at the airport this morning.
They made a mess of it.
One of their men ended up dead.
Cowboys.
That's why the DOD wants us involved.
You can't have private security contractors
operating like a police force on home ground.
It's a political hot potato.
So do not drop it.
We'll find him.
You can start with Sedential's CEO.
His name is Peter Caldwell.
Eric.
Director.
Congratulations on the milestone.
Aw, thank you.
He's a Facebook.
He's friend number 500.
He's kind of honored.
After I became CEO,
I personally recruited Flynn from the Marine Corps.
He was not only an operator,
but an Arabic speaker,
and the company needed them.
Three months ago,
he started exhibiting behavioral problems.
What sort of behavioral problems?
He was trigger happy.
He started drinking heavily.
You left him on the line?
An oversight.
An understatement.
So what happened in Baghdad, Mr. Caldwell?
Flynn was part of a security detail protecting
the Iraqi businessman.
Nasir Amini was a key player in the country's stability,
especially with the start of the U.S. troop withdrawal.
Flynn snapped.
Took Amini out.
He got away before we could stop him.
He flew out of the Middle East
via the Estan Bowl.
We got a report.
He was headed for Alay.
We tried to apprehend him this morning.
Yeah, that didn't go so well.
Ames was a good friend.
Flynn didn't need to kill him.
Flynn was one of our best.
He's trained to kill quickly and efficiently.
He's even more dangerous now
that he's mentally unstable.
We'd like to help you find him.
I think you guys have done enough.
Let us take it from here.
This is the security camp footage from LAX.
Looks stressed.
Travel can do that,
particularly if you're on the run from murder.
Background.
Broken home.
I had dad busted a drug conspiracy
when Flynn turned seven.
Mom was a drunk.
It's a great start.
It gets better.
String of foster homes,
a few trips to Juvie.
He signed up for the Marines the day he turned 18.
The military gave him the family
and structure that he'd never had.
The only other choice would have been a gang.
Why do you pick one over the other?
It's a chance to get away from it all.
Gangs give you structure,
but they keep you in the same place.
Military's all about starting over.
Unless...
you start to repeat your behavior.
Flynn's military record shows commendations for bravery,
but there's also a handful of side trips to the brick.
Run the video, Eric.
Flynn bolted from the terminal
with two sedential agents on his tail.
Outside the terminal,
they chased him across three lanes of traffic,
where a third sedential picked him up
as he ran into a parking garage.
Flynn evaded the agent and is still in car.
Chase wound up on the roof.
When the agent started firing,
Flynn mowed him down with a car.
He was in the car.
When the agent started firing,
Flynn mowed him down with a car
and took off on foot.
Brutal.
Any other insights, Nate?
No, no.
The question is, where did he go?
The logical answer would be
as far away from the airport as possible.
Spock said logic is the beginning of wisdom,
not the end.
Double back.
Go with Eric.
There's our guy.
He went back to the terminal.
He was waiting for someone to pick him up.
Got a love star trek.
Double espresso was speaking to me.
The voices from caffeinated beverages long?
Only since the brownies started giving me the silent treat.
Couple things you guys should know about.
All ears.
Sedential sent over Flynn's psych profile.
It's pretty juicy stuff.
Bated breath. What else you got?
Headies in the kitchen.
All indicators point towards a psychotic break.
My guess is undiagnosed PTSD
complicated by his upbringing.
What about his upbringing?
Possible abuse in foster homes.
Probably didn't know his parents were or where he came from.
Childhood like that can cause major psychological injuries.
Don't get it.
Uh, okay.
Something I don't get is, uh,
he might have had a breakdown in Iraq,
but he certainly was lucid about his trip to LA.
He could have gone off that plane in the east coast,
but instead he flew straight here.
He's in LA for a reason.
Ractop Jeep, surf racks on the roof,
bumper stickers on the rear.
Rear license plate was blocked by the spare tire.
No plate on the front.
What kind of bumper stickers?
I had a handle on life, but it broke.
Don't steal, the government hates competition,
and my personal favorite,
be sincere whether you mean it or not.
Speaking of the driver?
No facial, tats on the left arm, male.
Or female.
Woman.
Yeah.
More on the tats.
Tabore style.
It's a traditional form of tattooing.
They use needles instead of a gun.
Only a couple of places do that kind of work.
Well, orange suggests impulsiveness.
The, uh, surf racks and adventurous nature.
The Jeep is youth, or the pursuit of youth.
Bumper stickers, a sense of humor,
maybe a contempt for authority.
The tats?
Well, I can go one of two ways.
To an older generation, they're a sign of rebellion,
and to someone younger, because they're so ubiquitous,
it might mean conformity.
So basically you don't have squat?
That's just more of a broad spectrum of possibilities?
Yeah, that's what they call squat.
There's something else.
A link to LA.
A really, really good link to LA.
Flynn's former foster brother owns a gun shop in the valley.
Chad Ellis.
Thanksgiving must be a hoot.
You looking for someone?
One of my pit stops as a kid was a couple blocks from home.
I wonder if I'm passing anyone I used to know.
Not that it matters now.
If it didn't matter, you wouldn't have brought it up, gee.
Be there in a second.
What was your first leg?
Talking tats, right?
Yeah, we're talking tats.
San Diego 16, nervous as hell, didn't really know what to expect.
Afterwards, I just kind of felt like a man, you know?
I don't know, I also took his blend.
We're talking tats, right?
Yeah.
What can I do for you?
Uh...
This shall work.
I did it about two years ago.
A chick named Cherry.
Does Cherry have a last name?
The world's full of people with no last name.
Sting, Prince, Bruno.
Dobs?
What do you make of difference?
I don't have time for this, okay?
She paid in cash, that's all I know.
If you don't mind, I have a customer waiting.
Can't be many places left.
No way you ever gonna see.
Why would Chad Ellis' gun store be closed on a weekday?
Better question is,
why is the door unlocked if the store is closed?
Careful, Dom.
Lucky escape for the cat.
For Chad?
Not so much.
Cross-check the name Cherry with orange jeeps through DMV,
and I got a hit on a Cherise Dawson.
From there, it was cake,
opened her electronic belly up like a pop-up book.
Work and home addresses,
phone numbers and logs,
email address and tree,
and we are just getting warmed up.
Guess where she went to high school?
No?
Ridgewell High in Springfield, Missouri.
Guess who else went there?
That's right, Walton Monroe Flynn.
And, you ready for this?
She's one of your Facebook friends.
Not mine.
Walton Monroe Flynn.
A few months ago, he friended her.
For you older guys,
that's the lingo for when someone asks you into their friends list.
What's the lingo for when someone smacks you with a flip-flop?
Okay.
So for a couple weeks,
he played the catch-up game,
you know, nothing revealing.
Then it stopped.
Well, it's not unusual.
After the first blush of curiosity wanes,
that realization sets in that most of these old acquaintances
have nothing in common anymore,
and communication ends.
But here is the fly in the psychological ointment.
A week ago, Flynn contacted her again
and said he was coming to LA,
wanted to reconnect in person.
Put Flynn and Cherise up side-by-side.
What are you thinking, Julie?
She looks at us, I think.
Now he's using her.
Might be for money,
might be for a place to crash, but he's using her.
You could be right.
You know, you guys,
something's bothering me about the gun-shop murder.
Coroner said that Chad Ellis was beaten to death.
There were two pistols missing from the inventory.
I mean, if this is what Flynn wanted,
why not just take them? Why torture him?
He was an interrogator in Iraq.
He could've gotten a taste for it.
Maybe.
We should keep a quiet read on our two leads,
see what shakes up.
Would you like her house or her work?
Now you're sure about the census taker thing.
Oh, not just census takers, Sam.
Census takers for a community action organization
for social justice.
Look, Cherise is a tattooed Venice hippie chick.
She'll practically invite us to move in.
Knock, knock, knock.
Not home.
She is, and she ended up like Chad.
Come on.
Clear.
Hmm.
Ginseng iced tea,
soy milk,
veggie burgers,
half a cheese steak sandwich.
Left us a present.
Cherise?
Yeah.
Oh, my God.
Is that you?
Regina Sanders?
Ridgewell High?
Oh, come on, I haven't changed that much, have I?
All right, I do have to confess,
I have had a little work done,
but I'm still me.
Just a little more in some places and less in others,
depending on what body part we're talking about.
I'm...
You don't remember me, do you?
I am sorry.
No, it's fine, Donnie, but it was a huge high school
and I wasn't exactly mis-popularity.
Well, look, I really have to go to work, but I...
This is so cool that we met like this.
I have so been thinking about senior year recently,
ever since I got an invite on Facebook from Walton Flynn.
Remember him?
Kinda.
I was his lab partner in chem for, like, a semester.
Whoever thought that he would remember me?
Well, I do admit I did have a little crush on him,
but then again, I did have a crush on pretty much anyone
who wore pants, except Darling Carparale,
but that was a different story if you know what I mean.
Right?
So, have you spoken to Walton since graduation?
No, I don't mean to be rude, but I am late for work.
Oh, absolutely!
Amazing to see you!
Well, okay, bye!
What do you got?
Our girl practically jumped out of her skin
when I mentioned Flynn.
The indications he might have been here.
Eric's checking some fingerprints.
We pulled off an empty bottle.
What's the plan?
Eric's monitoring a home phone cell, Facebook page.
We just about finished wiring the place,
and then we just wait and watch.
All right. Wait and watch.
Wait and watch.
Ah.
Is that a frog?
It's a swan.
From where Chernobyl?
Yeah.
Is that a wing?
Yes, a wing.
Why are there three of them?
There aren't three of them. That's the tail.
The tail?
Nothing.
I just didn't know that swans had tails.
Well, they do.
The tail, right?
Maybe.
It could be a duck, then.
Keep it up. You're gonna have to duck.
I'm just saying.
What?
Is everything okay?
Great.
Cherise just pulled into her street.
Got her.
We can take it from here.
Thank you.
Company.
Eric, we got an SUV behind us.
License plate three, India Delta Whiskey 674.
I got it.
I think that's our man Flynn.
I don't know, but if it is, he's not alone.
There's two of them.
Right. It's a fleet vehicle registered
to our sedental security friends.
Didn't Sam make it clear to those guys
this is our investigation?
What do you want me to do?
I got it.
What's she doing?
Well, we've been made.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa.
You boys need me to call a tow truck?
We're good.
Okay.
And it's another busy morning
of the 101 into downtown Los Angeles.
The traffic is slow and cold,
but the way you're passing all the way down is behind me.
No sign of Flynn.
Not even a phone call.
Teresa's home all night.
So why is this guy here?
We need to be more proactive than just a stakeout.
What are you thinking?
I think we get close to where we're at work.
Who's good at video games?
Back in the days, I was pretty money at Donkey Kong.
Yeah.
Nate's profile didn't suggest that she's attracted
to bad boy types who need saving.
Did he?
These were on sale at Lucky Brand.
They, uh, they already have rips,
so a few more won't matter.
And this is the latest drivel
from what they call the music scene.
I thought we were going all black.
Well, sometimes damaged goods
can actually be more valuable
because of their unique qualities.
Is that right?
It's a thought.
I will try and take good care of them.
Don't try. Just do.
For your ultra-soft interview,
resume and a little dirty laundry on the manager
should work like a charm.
Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Wells.
We, uh, we really don't have anything for you.
You haven't even looked at my resume.
Okay. Well, I'm sure you're more than qualified.
Let me guess, you've been gaming since you were a little boy,
experience in all platforms and genres.
You, uh, you have previous employment in the field,
glowing recommendations.
Am I close?
Very. Yeah.
Well, unfortunately, that's also the, uh,
the history of the other 22 applicants on the list ahead of you.
So, I'm sorry.
Well, I guess we'll both be sorry.
I'll be out of a job and you'll be in trouble.
Okay. Well, uh, I do like your confidence, Mr. Wells.
And, uh, you know what? I'll even bite.
What do you have that no one else does?
What's under that resume you haven't read?
Uh, where did you get this?
Where's not important?
Did I won't talk about your creative tax return?
Yes.
Shall we?
Yeah.
All right. This is you.
Let's, uh, see if you're as good a gamer as you are an extortionist.
Welcome to Wario Wings.
That color is now on top.
Possible motive for the killing in Iraq.
I mean, he wasn't a fan of the American military presence,
and especially the private security firms.
He wasn't shy about letting anyone know it, too.
Uh, Eric, you there?
You guys count in trouble?
Got a situation here.
I'm pulling up your computer now.
Bug problem. Really big bug problem.
All right.
You're up against a devil droid.
You have to transform yourself into a dweed.
I already feel like a dweed sitting there.
Not a dweeb, a dweed.
It's a combination between a dwarf and a steed.
All right, grab your treasure torch and...
Okay, not good. Not good.
You have used up 17 virtual life forces.
One more and you die.
Okay, we need to go to plan B. Eric, fast.
All right, you got it.
You hear that, Sam?
Hold it.
Let's go.
Mission accomplished. Lights out.
Listen up, everybody.
There's a wide power outage.
Engineering says they're not going to have it up anytime soon.
I guess we got the day off.
Yeah.
Okay, she's just left the building.
You've got about 20 seconds.
Is that a real 20 seconds?
20 seconds, give or take.
More like five now.
Oh, yeah, great.
I'm trapped under the next car over.
Do I have to do all the heavy lifting around here?
Sorry.
That sounds like the starter. Let me take a look.
Thanks.
No problem.
Oh, yeah, your solenoid's fried.
Is that bad?
Well, you could tow it to a mechanic or I could switch it out tomorrow.
You can do that?
I can.
Well, you're a geek and a gear head.
Yeah, I also cook.
Nice.
Tell you what, let me give you a ride home.
Oh, no.
Which way are you headed?
You've done enough. I can call a cab.
Why, me geeks need to stick together.
I'll grab my bag.
All right.
Sweet.
Well, I bet you didn't realize you'd have to work so hard
on your first day. How can I thank you?
It depends on how threatening you think
a bathroom in a beer would be.
Uh, considering my boyfriend's going to be home any second,
I don't think I have a lot to worry about.
Yeah. Sounds good.
In position.
Doc Lane's covered.
I hope you realize just how lucky he is.
Well, we hardly knew each other in high school.
When we reconnected out here, it just happened so fast.
I still can't believe it.
Heads up, people.
Our boy's here locking low.
As soon as you say the word, I'm coming through the front door.
He's entering the house.
Stand by, everyone.
Hey, babe.
Hey, baby.
Mmm.
Oh, Steve works with me.
He gave me a ride home and my Jeep died.
You want me to get you a beer?
Yeah.
You want me to get you a beer?
It's my first day.
I didn't realize I'd be dealing with talisman
for warlords of the Vesuvian moon and a solar night.
Yeah.
Never got into the gaming thing.
Yeah, well, it's just, you know,
something that kept me away from dealing with all the crap
at home when I was a kid.
Yeah.
Good to meet you.
Thanks.
Army.
Don't hate.
Can't hit anyone with serif.
Iraq?
Two Tours.
It's rough.
Man.
Not as rough as they have to.
Come on.
What is he waiting for?
Why isn't he giving Mrs. Signal to go in?
Stand by.
We've got some action out here.
Gee, company.
Front door coming in hot fast.
Don't maintain your position.
Get down.
Split.
Stand there.
Host your weapon.
You're OK.
What was that?
Collecting our men.
They were doing our job.
No, you were doing our job.
If you'd have done your job in the first place,
we wouldn't be here cleaning up your mess.
Hey, hey, hey, look.
Look, all right, we jumped the gun, all right?
Our bad.
But he killed one of our own.
You know how that feels.
And I also know about the rules of engagement
and Kodakondo.
Now get out of here before I forget.
You OK?
You're not a game tester, are you?
Did Flynn say why he came to see you?
I wanted to believe it was because he liked me.
Maybe he does.
He gave you a SIM card?
I downloaded it for him.
It was encrypted.
He tried to pretend like it wasn't important to him,
but he wanted me to decode it for him.
I couldn't.
I mean, the card was damaged.
I'm a tester, not a programmer.
What did he expect?
Oh, everything he told me was a lie.
Maybe not everything.
It's him.
Are you OK?
Look, I'm sorry. OK, I'll explain everything later.
Put your friend on.
Yeah?
I didn't do what they said I did.
OK.
Well, why don't we meet somewhere
and tell me what really happened?
I've got unfinished business.
What kind of business?
Got to cut the head off the snake.
Then I'm a ghost.
Tell Cherese. Tell her I'm sorry.
I think you ought to tell her yourself.
You and I both know it doesn't work that way.
Tell me what?
You told me I'm supposed to stay away from you.
I guess he really does like you.
This SIM card is pretty messed up,
but it has something to do with what
Sedential was doing in Iraq.
Flynn may have lost it in Baghdad,
but whatever he's doing here is different.
This is planned.
Enlarge that Sedential logo, will you?
Bigger.
He's going to take down Coldwell.
Sedential CEO.
Cutting the head off the snake.
Eric, get me Coldwell's schedule.
And I need to know what's on that SIM card now.
All right.
Tonight he's giving a speech on Middle East
security for a global conference
at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel on Hollywood Boulevard.
Oh, it couldn't be more public.
When Coldwell gets out of his car at the hotel entrance,
he's going to be completely exposed.
Perfect place to make a hit.
I got it.
SIM card's a video.
One hell of a video.
Okay, Kenzie, we're outside the Roosevelt.
Here comes Coldwell.
Talk to me, Kenzie.
Eric, do we have any more camera angles?
Wait. I've got him.
Flynn on the move.
Flynn!
Drop your weapons! Stay down!
Keep your positions!
You know what this is about, Coldwell.
Eric, they need to see the SIM card video now.
I'm already on it.
There's an electronic billboard above the club
across the street and out of Tussauds.
Can you do it?
Maybe.
You don't have to do this.
I'm going down and the son of a bitch
is going with me.
We decoded the SIM card.
Callan, it's on the screen across the street.
Madame Tussauds.
Look behind you. Look at the screen.
Take him out!
If that leaves just you.
Video is from a mini-cam that was mounted
on Flynn's gun.
Kind of like a dashboard cam in a cop car.
So, Coldwell takes Amini out
and sets up Flynn to take the fall.
Then torches his foster brother Chad Ellis to death.
Shrinks have a term for someone like that, Doc.
Yeah.
Really screwed up.
DOD will do your intake locally,
then they'll ship you off to DC
for protective custody until the trial is over.
Yeah, right?
One day, we'll both live in the burbs,
barbecue with our neighbors,
and coach Little League.
I don't know.
Teaching your son how to play baseball
sounds pretty idyllic.
Yeah, it does.
But that's why we do what we do.
So others can live those lives.
Coldwell goes on trial.
If he goes on trial.
I'll do whatever it takes to keep you from testifying.
Protective custody or not.
A man does have access.
I've got half the Joint Chiefs on a speed dial.
Ha.
What are you doing?
Yeah, Doc.
Doc, Doc, Doc.
Duh-duh-dum.
Ah-duh-dum.
Duh-dum.
Hmm.
Ah.
Uh.
Oh.
Ah-duh-dum.
Oh, how clever.
Ah-duh-dum.
Oh.
Oh!
Oh, God.
What was that?
Ah-dum-dum.