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Pull up all the floorboards and check for any hollow spots on the ceiling.

Make sure you take the back off, check between the cardboard backing and the picture.

Talked to the landlord. Said she was a loner-- never had anyone over.

Any references?

He didn't bother to check. She paid six months cash up front.

Six months. She even knew how long it would take. You think I deserve this, don't you?

No one deserves this.

I always prided myself on being one step ahead of everyone. Always the con man, never the con. Look how far it's gotten me.

Maybe there's a lesson to be learned in that.

Ah!

Shot fired! Everybody down!

Peter?

Yeah?

We scoured the area-- so far, no sign of her, but we've got units canvassing the neighborhood.

What about where the shot came from?

It looks like a rooftop from across the way. She didn't leave anything behind. How is he?

He's all right. Keep looking.

Well?

I'm fine. This is unnecessary.

Just sit still.

She ruined my jacket.

Yeah, and we're gonna make her pay for that, but you're going home.

I told you, I'm fine.

She shot you.

She shot at me. She hit Hagen square in the heart. She doesn't miss. If she wanted to kill me, I'd be dead.

Fine. It was a warning shot, and I'm taking the warning.

Why take the shot in that moment?

Maybe you looked especially smug.

smug ‚¤‚Ę‚Ú‚ę‚˝

Or maybe we were close to something she didn't want us to find.

You had just finished searching this area.

About to turn... The radiator isn't an ideal place to hide something. Once the winter comes, everything inside it would be destroyed.

But she only paid for six months.

She wasn't planning on seeing the winter.

There's a seam here.

seam –D‚˘–Ú

It's her go-bag. With this, she could go anywhere.

Without it, she's stuck. We've got her trapped.

Jones is running every alias we have on her through the system. I'm hopeful something will ping, give us some clues to who she is.

You don't seem very optimistic.

We still can't prove she took a shot at you, and we didn't get a confession at the park. The most we can get on her is stalking and possession of fake I.D.s.

We need more proof than Siegel's Cooper 3 connection.

That's true. He was standing outside her building. Then he walked to his car, where she got a jump on him.

Yeah, she tossed Siegel's gun and badge in the trash, but she wouldn't be so careless with her own gun.

What's the best way to get rid of it?

Drop the gun in the river. But it'd take 30 minutes to get there by foot. That's too far to carry a weapon that could get her life behind bars.

Mm, she wouldn't have hailed a cab--too close to the scene. On the video, she was headed north.

hail ƒ^ƒNƒV[‚đŒÄ‚Ô

Towards her home. Did you find any equipment that could have melted the gun down?

Unless you count her hot plate, no.

All right. So either she ditched the gun in the sewer grate and kept moving...

sewer ‰ş…ŠÇ grate ŠiŽq

We checked all of them.

Or she went home, waited for the heat to die down, then disposed of it.

Eh, it could be anywhere.

What?

It was raining the day Siegel died, right?

Right. What?

What if she hid it somewhere where it would never be found? This is dappled. The day this was set, it was raining.

dapple ‚Ü‚ž‚ç‚É‚Č‚é

She could've tossed the gun in here, smoothed it over, and no one would ever know.

smooth over ŠŰ‚­Žű‚ß‚é

Construction should have been done months ago. I never would have thought of it. Thank God for bureaucracy.

Mm.

X-rays showed something metal, but with all that rebar in there, it's hard to tell what it is.

rebar “S‹Ř

Let's hope you're right. Otherwise, the city's gonna be pretty pissed at you.

The ballistics were a match, and we found a fingerprint on one of the bullets inside. It matched Rebecca's.

Now we just have to find her.

Well, we're one step closer. One of her passports pinged.

With who?

MI-5. I sent you the file.

MI-5 is serious business. How'd she get on their radar?

She was one of their agents. Her real name is Rachel Turner. Her father was American-- colonel in the U.S. army. Her mother was British.

She moved around her whole life, constantly uprooted, starting over, never learned to form attachments, but got very good at faking them.

attachment ˆ¤’…

She was a perfect shot, great at developing underground contacts. Turns out she used those contacts to sell confidential information.

That's when she went underground.

Every time they get close to her, she reinvents herself and disappears.

Not this time.

You were right.

I'm not sure about what, but I like to hear that.

Rebecca fell in love with me.

Yeah.

It should be comforting. It means what we had was somehow still real.

But it's not.

I wanted it to be. And she's a murder.

You didn't know who she really was.

If I'm the only thing she's staying for, let's use it.

No. I'm not using you as bait.

You already did.

When she didn't know the truth. Now she does, and need I remind you, she shot at you.

I'm still here.

Let's keep it that way. Go home, Neal. I'll call you if I hear anything.

Hey, this is Rebecca. Sorry I missed your call. Leave a message.

I know you have Hagen's blackmail on me, and I have something you want-- the location of the diamond. Let's talk.

This is ridiculous.

Indian food is traditionally enjoyed on the floor.

I'm not gonna hide in my own home.

You have an ex with a sniper rifle, Neal. Bare minimum--we have to stay low and avoid windows, which is no easy task with this open-concept design.

I offered her a trade-- the location of the diamond in exchange for Hagen's blackmail video.

We don't have the location, Neal. What we have is a nearly indecipherable equation locked up in the steel trap of my mind.

indecipherable ”ť“Ç‚Ĺ‚Ť‚Č‚˘ equation •ű’öŽŽ

But she doesn't know that.

Hand me the gobi. I'm stress-eating.

It was the only way to draw her out.

So best-case scenario-- you meet with her, she brings the video. The feds show up, arrest her, and find the video.

All the blackmail Hagen has on me is exposed, and I go back to jail.

That's the best-case scenario.

Worst-case--she discovers I don't know the location, realizes I'm trying to pull one over on her...

And I find myself reciting Proust over your grave.

recite •œĽ‚ˇ‚é

Looks like I need to find a third scenario.

Yeah.

Should I be brushing up on my Proust?

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