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We are being watched.

The government has a secret system...

a machine that spies on
you every hour of every day.

I designed the machine
to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

Violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government considers
these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up, we'll find you.

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We are only numbers to it.

No. The Machine cares about us.

The second that a bullet enters your brain,

the Machine will cast
you off and replace you.

I want them to release you.

I just want it to be done.

Okay, Anthony.

If you better understood Samaritan,

you would know it employs a private army

to do its bidding.

You would suspect they would employ

at least one of them as a
spy in your own organization.

_

Hey, hon. Are you at work?

Not yet. My morning has been hellish.

Oh, Jackson forgot his lunch again today.

But you know what, he
can eat cafeteria food,

because I have got a ton of papers to grade

before second period.

Oh, my God.

My brakes aren't working. My brakes!

What? What do you mean?

Dennis!

_

Get the body.

All good, ma'am. Right on schedule.

Drive.

You look like hell.

Good to see you too, Lionel.

Maybe next time you decide
to take on a psychopath

in the frozen Tundra, you'll
call your partner first.

Hey. You're right.

You're a good detective,
and a damn good friend.

You have a temperature or something?

I'm still standing...

which is more than I can
say for our friends here.

Brotherhood soldier.

Elias's guy came out of nowhere,

shot Dominic's boys, and disappeared.

It's like deja vu all over again.

Lionel, tell me this.

How did a gunman get through security?

That's a good question, Detective.

Finch, I got four dead
Brotherhood soldiers.

Why didn't the Machine give us
any of their numbers this time?

I wish I knew.

Though it's no stretch to imagine

that a cunning fugitive
like Elias might have found

a way to communicate that
even the Machine can't trace.

At least that's one theory.

You got another?

Samaritan has found the Machine.

If that were true, we'd all be dead.

What happened, Ms. Groves?

Turns out the People's
Republic is surprisingly lax

on full-body searches.

How goes your gang war, Harry?

Dangerous.

I'm afraid it's only a matter of time

before Dominic retaliates.

Might be sooner than you think.

You getting this number, Finch?

It's actually two numbers, Mr. Reese.

Dominic and Elias.

It seem the two crime bosses

are hell-bent on killing each other.

God only knows how many innocent victims

will get caught in the crossfire.

We have to find a way to
stop this war, Mr. Reese.

Got a feeling this might help.

Hmm, it's some sort of canister.

I'll look into that.

In the meantime, I've managed to trace

the Brotherhood's security transport trucks

to a new location.

Thanks. I'll take Lionel.

_

We got a problem.

Boys want retribution for the courthouse.

And they'll have it in due time.

Time's running out.

We got soldiers with itchy trigger fingers.

Looks like there's trouble in paradise.

We need to take action.

You and me, we go back a long time.

Remember that skinny
pockmarked kid from Trinidad?

You told him it's not enough to hit back.

No, you need to put
your enemy in the ground.

I haven't forgotten.

Only one way this war ends.

Brotherhood's preparing for battle.

- Increased security, patrols.
- Mr. Reese?

I was thinking that you and Detective Fusco

might stop by the bank.

You need us to make a deposit, Finch?

The canister from the crime scene

is a remnant of a long-defunct
pneumatic tube mail network

that once ran beneath the city.

One of its hubs was an old retail bank

which has recently found new ownership.

- Carl Elias?
- Indeed.

Mr. Elias appears to have revived it

to conceal his communications.

And smuggle murder weapons

into highly secured government buildings.

If Elias is at the bank, we'll find him.

Shaw's phone.

- Finch?
- I have to go, Mr. Reese.

You'll have to manage Elias yourself.

Hello?

Root, are you there?

It's me. I need your help.

Shaw?

Wait. Sameen.

_

W-where am I?

Why are you doing this?

We need to talk about Samaritan.

I don't... I don't know what that means.

You know Tyler, don't you, Shelly?

What? N-no.

I don't know that man.

He was one of my best agents.

It's your last chance to say good-bye.

No.

Please don't...

No.

Oh, no! No!

How could you forget a face like that?

I don't understand.

Why are you doing this?

I want you to be helpful.

Tyler was helpful.

At first.

He admitted to being

one of several Samaritan moles

embedded in the ISA.

He admitted that you were their handler.

I'm just a teacher and a mom.

I just... I just want to
go home to my family.

I understand.

I'm a mother too.

That's why I'm giving you one last chance

to save your own life.

Tell the truth, Shelly.

Or you too...

will end up a spot on the wall.

Root, are you there?

It's me. I need your help.

She's alive, Harold.

We wrote her off for dead, but she's alive.

We don't know that, Ms. Groves.

Except we do.

I just talked to her

on a call originating from the city.

Can we take just five
minutes and talk this through?

The last time we had this conversation,

I actually listened to you.

And to the Machine.

I called off my search,

and all this time,

she needed us, Harold.

Like she needs us now.

Isn't this your specialty?

Helping people when the phone rings?

That call was most certainly a trap.

I know.

But Sameen's still alive,

and I'm going after her.

I can't help you, Ms. Groves,

if you insist on this impossible pace.

Root. What are we doing out here?

When you told me to stop
looking for Shaw, I did.

But now I need you to help me.

I can't do this alone.

Oh, dear.

Harold taught you blackjack and chess...

But I wonder if he ever taught you

how to play chicken.

I'm gonna walk across this
ledge with my eyes closed

until A, you help me find Sameen,

or B, I fall tragically to my death.

Ms. Groves.

You've calculated the wind speed,

so you know how treacherous this is.

_

You have to ask yourself what's worse:

The two of us working together,

or me taking this next step alone.

_

Thanks for playing.

Come on, Harry.

She found us a ride.

The Machine's located Sameen.

Buckle up.

Shaw's call originated from a landline

somewhere inside that asylum.

Steiner Psychiatric Institute.

State controlled with a
closed security system,

which explains our little pit stop.

The Machine would never let us

show up empty-handed to a rescue mission.

Did the Machine have any thoughts about

us not getting ourselves killed?

Right now, she's pretty
fixated on this shovel.

_

This looks like the spot.

You got a plan to get in, partner?

Relax. We got a backstage pass.

We need a word with your boss.

What makes you think he's here?

How 'bout we come back with a SWAT team?

That's what I thought.

We're in the bank, Finch.

John, I may have to go offline for a while.

We've found Sameen.

Shaw? She's alive?

Text me the address. I'm on my way.

I need you to babysit Elias.

I don't need a sitter, John.

And I warned you not to interfere.

By "interfering," you
mean saving your life?

Again?

Who says I need saving?

How long do you think you
got before the Brotherhood

comes looking to make their own withdrawal?

Pneumatic tubes once looped around

the entire island of Manhattan

delivering mail and money.

American ingenuity at its finest.

And you would have me leave?

Flee like a coward?

You know me better than that, John.

I know you used to be careful.

Canister in the trash? Sloppy.

And enough evidence to charge you

with conspiracy to commit murder.

Are you placing me
under arrest, Detectives?

If you don't go quietly.

Time to end this war.

This is your last chance, Detectives.

Walk away while you still can.

The Brotherhood.

Can't say I didn't warn you.

Hurry.

You got another way out?

Just like old times.

This way.

Fool me once, old man.

11 weeks ago, this second-rate facility

upgraded to a fiber-optics network

it can't possibly afford.

Come on, Harry.

Information travels through optical fiber

in pulses of light.

Just 1% of any one pulse contains...

100% of the data.

Like a drop of blood carrying DNA.

Exactly.

Our micro-clamping friend here

will bend the cable just
enough to leak a little light.

And they'll never know they've been hacked.

This is a cascade of information.

Samaritan is doing more than

just harboring Ms. Shaw in there.

We'll need to crack its
considerable encryption.

She's already accessing your laptop.

"All forces on alert.

We will soon isolate the Machine."

They're close to finding you.

I don't care what happens to me.

What did the Machine tell you?

She says it's too dangerous.

I'm inclined to agree, Ms. Groves.

This isn't just a rescue
mission to save Shaw.

The Machine needs our help too.

If we don't save them, who will?

Detective, looks like you caught
a bullet through the shoulder.

Props to the shooter.

Oh, he's dead.

You'll be joining him soon enough.

Extra cell.

Let me guess.

Belongs to our friend Riley.

Fake cop needs one for his day job

and one for special assignments.

What're we waiting for?

We should put Elias down
now while we have the chance.

Tell me, how do Elias and his buddies

manage to stay one step ahead?

They got good intel.

We kill them now, that
intel dies with them.

This isn't just about running the city.

This is about staying alive
long enough to enjoy it.

What do the Romans say?

I came, I saw, I conquered.

You can't conquer what
you don't understand.

Exactly.

In this day and age, a fugitive crime lord

like yourself remains free.

How?

Because two of New York's
finest protect and serve you.

At least they used to.

From now on, they answer to me.

And you're all gonna tell me how

this little symbiotic relationship works.

How are we gonna know
they're telling the truth?

That's why I invited a mutual friend.

Sorry, boys...

But I got an offer I couldn't refuse.

You admitted me to the funny farm once.

Turnabout's fair play.

I don't recall dressing you
like a homeless dope fiend.

It's not that bad.

You look more hipster than homeless.

Did the Machine have
any instructions for me?

She said just be honest.

Hello, Doctor?

I need to admit this man on a TDO.

72-hour involuntary hold.

He's an increasingly dangerous
paranoid schizophrenic.

Unless he'd care to disagree?

It's not paranoia if they're
really out to get you.

Who exactly is after you?

The Brotherhood, the federal government,

an artificial super
intelligence, obviously.

What's your name, sir?

I go by many names,

all derived from species of birds.

I'd mark him as a John Doe.

He basically lives in the subway.

Thanks. We'll take it from here.

Everything's gonna be okay. Find Lenny.

Tell him they stole his spaceman.

I hate to interrupt this
scintillating contest,

but I was hoping to find Lenny?

Thank you.

Pardon me. Lenny?

Those gentlemen stole your spaceman.

Liars.

You stole my spacemen.

Calm down, calm down.

- No!
- Aah!

The ninth floor is reserved
for the most violent patients.

It's the most secure,
and it's the only floor

without surveillance cameras.

It's also the only floor
with secure elevator access.

This has to be it.

I'm searching the electronic charts

for a profile that might match Sameen's.

Okay, don't lose your head, Ms. Groves.

This might mean nothing,

but they're holding a compact
Persian sociopath in Room 914.

Stay tuned, Harold.

Everything we have worked
for is coming to fruition.

The Correction is upon us.

Standby for instructions.

You need to leave, Harold. Now.

Not without you, Ms. Groves.

You don't have a choice.

This is Samaritan's base of operations.

We're in the belly of the beast.

You have to shut your eyes.

A lesson I've learned all too well.

I would've stayed in the dark too

if some...

Friends hadn't convinced
me to dig a little deeper.

Now, I'm curious.

How does a prep school girl from Greenwich

ever come to work for Samaritan?

I... I have no idea

who this Samaritan is.

This is all a huge mistake.

Please...

please, I...

I have a daughter.

Sarah. She's a toddler.

And my son, Jackson, he's
just starting second grade.

I just want to go home

and see them.

I'm sorry.

I know how you feel.

I lost my mother too at a very young age.

But you already know
that, don't you, Shelly?

That's why you keep
playing the mother card.

Did it tell you to do that?

Did it think

that you could handle me too?

How many agents are you
handling for Samaritan?

You recognize anyone?

Kind of looks like Tyler.

At least it used to.

I go... I go to the park on my lunch hour.

I like to watch the artists paint.

Who do you watch in the coffee shop?

I'm in that coffee shop at
least three times a week.

Okay, this is just...

this is just some sort
of freak coincidence.

A more pertinent question would be,

what's a middle-aged,
caffeine-addicted school teacher

doing roaming the halls of the White House?

You have no idea what's
coming for you, bitch.

I'm offering a place at the table.

Acknowledge me as the
head of the five families,

and you and your men can live.

Just because you're sitting at the head

doesn't mean you can lead.

My men are loyal to me.

Which men?

The Cosa Nostra or our boys in blue?

Ah, and then there's the
mysterious third party...

the guy with the tech.

The hacker.

Don't bother lying.

I told them about Harold.

Honest about your deceit.

How noble.

Harold's tapped into the city's cameras.

I want his system.

Well, you're gonna kill me regardless.

Why turn on a friend?

Like you turned on your right-hand man?

Anthony, right?

How's it feel knowing you're responsible

for your friend's death?

Do you really want to know?

Be careful what you wish for, Dominic.

We'll start with the
hand and work our way up.

Where do you meet Harold?

Do you have a safe house in the city?

If I knew, I would've told you by now.

Where is your boss, Detective?

Truth is,

I don't know.

The truth hurts.

You want some air?

Tell me where your hacker boss is.

- Again.
- Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

You got... you got a loofah?

Maybe you can wash my
back while you're at it.

Found this in one of the canisters.

Date and time of the courthouse hearing.

Got a rat in our crew.

He got our boys killed.

An inside man selling secrets to Elias.

Fish him out. We got
more important business.

Come help me out.

I'll go get the key.

Listen, I got a little text from Thornhill.

She said I could name my
price if I save your ass.

Hey, thanks for the spa day, sunshine.

I'm not done with you yet.

This is a restricted floor, Doctor.

Sorry.

I was looking for an aspirin stash.

I have a lower back thing.

Sameen?

_

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You just missed her.

Aah!

Time to finish what we started.

You read my mind.

Where are they taking her?

Relax. I'm sure it's someplace nice.

You should be proud of Shaw.

She held out for a month or two.

I had to hurt her pretty bad.

But she broke eventually.

Lying bitch.

And by the way, thanks

for doing everything she said you would do.

_

You're calmer than normal, John,

given the circumstances.

I took a trip to the mountains,

and I saw an old friend.

Just reminded me what I've been missing.

And what is that?

Life.

And yet, here you are,

stuck in a dark basement with me.

You should have heeded my warning.

You knew that the Brotherhood was coming.

That canister in the trash...

that wasn't a mistake.

Did I leave a bread crumb?

Just wondering what's up your sleeve.

Trap door?

Pneumatic tubes rigged with C-4?

I'm afraid this is my last stand.

You're an honorable man, John.

It's been nice knowing you.

Gonna need you to write a little letter.

With your good hand.

At "Sunrise, 3648 Lafayette Avenue."

Unless you want Riley here
to wipe for you from now on.

How 'bout you come a little closer?

I'll settle my own score, John.

My friends are upset
because they're discovered

a traitor in their midst.

Now write,

"Veni, vidi, vici."

It's the address to the Brotherhood's

base of operations.

As far as your men are concerned,

their boss just gave them orders to invade.

And when they come, the
Brotherhood will be waiting.

Your men can die by your hands

or you can give me the
name of the rat in my crew.

Let's get her strapped to the bed.

This shouldn't take long.

Really, Ms. Groves.

There's such a thing as nobility in defeat.

I have everything I
need to find the Machine,

and no amount of kicking will change that.

If you found the Machine,
I'd be the first to know.

Exactly.

We have scoured every network device

on the planet without success,

until I realized, you are
the last piece of the puzzle.

The answer is in your head.

I don't have the slightest idea

where the Machine's located.

Not in your brain.

In your head.

Your direct line to the Machine.

The cochlear implant.

Your little girlfriend
told us all about it.

She would never.

We have no reason to lie
about something like that.

Welcome, Mr. Finch.

You're just in time to see us
cut your friend's head open.

There'll be some brain damage,

but you'll still be able
to clothe and feed yourself.

Though I can't say you'll be
much a marksman moving forward.

Harold doesn't have to see this.

If you want, I'll end him
first and let you watch.

Lay a hand on him, I'll kill you.

Sit back. Relax, honey.

Or I'll lay more than just a hand on him.

He doesn't look like much of a fighter.

Bet he'll died without so much as a peep.

What do you know?

Not a peep.

Now I surrender.

_

Who's your contact at the White House?

I used to admire you...

the work you did for your country.

You could still prove
that you're a true patriot.

How? By letting you go?

No, this is not about me.

It's about to begin.

The Correction.

Correction?

For whom?

Don't worry.

It's nothing you haven't done yourself.

What are you talking about?

The ferry bombing.

You sanctioned Nathan Ingram's death

along with all the other innocent people.

Samaritan is planning an attack.

Attack?

Is that you would classify
the actions you took

to protect your country?

When?

_

May 6th.

What does that number mean?

You can go ahead and shoot me.

I'm not gonna tell you.

Aah!

You should save your energy,

because you're gonna need it.

Do you know the story
of Sodom and Gomorrah?

Lot's wife couldn't help but
look back at the burning city,

and she burst into a pillar of salt.

But you can still save yourself

if you don't do anything
to stop the Correction.

You said yourself, you're
good at shutting your eyes.

Well, the world is about to catch fire.

Here's your last chance to look away.

Time's up.

Do we have an agreement,

or do we send the note
and exterminate your men?

Send it through the tubes.

Okay, okay. You win.

Just please... just leave my men alone.

Now tell me,

who's your informant?

He has me send payments to this account.

Your money man can verify.

We'll be hearing shortly.

Yeah, Lawrence. What do you got?

No, that'll be all.

Lawrence give you a name?

An alias.

I need your advice on
how to deal with this.

It's not enough to hit back.

Got to put your enemy in the ground.

Whose name was on the account?

It was yours, Link.

Oh. Oh, man.

You could take my title,
but you can't hold on to it.

You can't trust anyone.

And now your men won't trust you.

They trust that I will exterminate a rat.

Rat?

I might have lied about a few things.

Like the message your men intercepted.

You planted that message?

You knew we were coming.

Well, good news,

there's no rat in your organization.

Bad new, you need a new right-hand man.

You want to kill me? Go ahead.

You were always gonna win this war anyway.

Kill him, you'll never get
the information you want.

Tell me you have another plan, Elias.

This is my plan, John.

I told you I'd make
them answer for Anthony.

So tell me, how does it feel knowing

that you're responsible
for your friend's death?

Shall we continue?

Have you forgotten her so quickly?

You've already discarded
her, and you're a human being.

Imagine how quickly that
thing that you've created

would discard you.

Do you ever lay awake at night wondering

if one day it will see you as a threat?

Or worse, as irrelevant?

How arrogant of you to think

that any of us are anything but irrelevant.

_

Samaritan is offering your
Machine a second chance

to save the lives of its human agents.

Give up its location,

or they die.

The offer expires in 60 seconds.

Don't do it.

Please.

Don't give yourself up.

Harold was right.

We are interchangeable.

You can replace us.

You can keep fighting.

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No, don't do it.

Don't die for us.

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Until the next time, Mr. Finch.

_

Go home to your loved ones.

Hold your daughter tight,

because a new day is dawning.

And those who impede progress...

the disruptive, the aberrant...

will be systematically
purged from our society.

There will be no mercy,

no stay of execution.

For some, this will be the end.

But for others,

a rebirth.

A second chance to live the life

that they were designed for.

Every life given a purpose.

Samaritan will build a new world.

A better world.

Too bad you won't live to see it.

The Machine gave up its
location to save our lives.

They're going to kill her, Harold.

Do you know where they're going?

I don't know.

But we have to get there first,

before it's too late.

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