疑犯追蹤第1季 第48期:黑幫賭博窩點(diǎn)
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Hey, Carter. I followed up on your radio lead.
Teddy Dalloway—6'2", 220 pounds, discharged from the army five months ago.
A big guy, but that's not what gave him away.
He's left-handed.
Yep, we've got a GPS lock on his phone.
See if he leads us to the rest of the gang.
Uh, look, if, uh, Teddy makes a move, you call me.
I don't care what time.
Hey, Finch, just got the call.
Gang's picking me up.
Get told the target en route.
You're not going in with them?
I Got to watch Joey's back.
Don't trust his friend Straub one bit.
I did not understand "Infiltrate the gang" to mean Join them in their robberies.
No choice.
I'll keep the line open.
Monitor the police band for me.
Here.
Why the heavy artillery?
Target's a mob gambling joint, 445 Mulvaney.
People inside guaranteed to be packing.
ETA, 60 seconds.
Phones off, Batteries out, radio comms only.
Hey.
Tracked Teddy Dalloway's GPS.
He left Brooklyn 20 minutes ago, in some kind of vehicle.
He did three pick-ups.
It's the gang. Know where they're heading?
Somewhere around here.
Get back against the wall! Against the wall! Put the money down!
Back against the wall! Back! Back! Go! Go!
Gonna call back up.
Do that.
Back! Back! Back! Back! Put it down!
Put the money down! Down!
Reese, NYPD dispatch.
Just received a back up call for that address.
John, NYPD is en route.
Do you hear me?
We got to move out!
Cops are coming!
How the hell do you know?
Police band. They have our address.
We gotta move. Leave the money.
I'm not going.
Leave the money, we gotta move!
No way! I'm not leaving.
That's it.
Move! Now! Move! Move!
Everyone over!
Move across!
I don't hear any damn cops!
We left like 100 grand up there!
Hear 'em now, Straub?
Damn lucky for us he was listening in.
Come on, come on, let's go. This way.
Let's move.
Nobody move!