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(Finch) You 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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(Man #1) Everything's in place.

(Man #2) Good, let's begin.

He does that.

The man likes his privacy.

You can't blame a girl
for trying.

[Phone ringing]

Yeah.

It's for you.

Good morning, Ms. Shaw.

Morning.

Beautiful day for a walk.

(Shaw) I suppose.

When you finish yours,
could you join us

back at the library?
We have another number.

Detective Carter, right?

Officer, actually.

Alonzo Quinn.

Cal's godfather.
Of course.

I remember you from the funeral.
Your eulogy was beautiful.

Wasn't hard to find
good things to say about Cal.

Chief was keeping me
apprised of his case.

Says they're looking
at a couple of Carl Elias' men

as the shooters.

Yeah, heard that too.

You think otherwise?

Not sure, but I think
there's more to it than that.

Oh! My shift
is about to start, so...

Don't let me hold you up.

It's nice seeing you again,
officer.

You too.
Take care.

It's me.

I think we might still have
a problem with Officer Carter.

[Phone line trilling]

Hey, what's up?

Looking for news on Cal's case.

I haven't heard any.

What about in the database?

Carter--

Look, I'd check it myself,

but you know they pulled
my access.

Yeah, and they'll pull mine too
if they catch me

poking around a case
I'm not assigned to.

Come on, it's important.

[Sighs] Okay.

When it clears out a little.

Thanks, Fusco.

I've got our number, Finch.
What do you know about this guy?

Wayne Kruger, 43, married,
Internet entrepreneur

and founder of a company
called "Lifetrace."

And what's their business?

They market themselves
as a "people search" service,

where their users can look up
old friends or relatives,

anyone they've fallen
out of touch with.

Sounds harmless enough.

There is, however,
more to it than that.

Always is.

(Finch) Kruger's business isn't
really about reconnecting people.

It's about collecting
and selling their information.

He's a data broker.

What kind of data?

Anything you would ever want
to know about a person,

where they live, work,
shop, eat,

how much they earn,
how they vote, and more.

Then he turns around
and sells the information

to businesses, individuals,

even the government.

Is that legal?

Technically.
Data brokers

get their information
from public records,

but also from the ways
people reveal themselves online,

whether they're aware of it
or not.

Sounds a little like
your machine.

A principal difference would be

that the machine never reveals
any of its information,

beyond
a social security number.

So you're not a fan
of Kruger's.

People like him
are one of the reasons

I made sure the machine
was an impenetrable black box.

(Reese) Kruger just
entered his building.

He's in Shaw's hands now.

I hope sending her in there
was a good decision.

You doubt her ability
to be discreet?

I doubt her ability
to keep from shooting someone.

[Elevator bell dings]

I'm in, Finch.

Kruger's got
some kind of big-shot meeting.

(Timmons) Well, gentlemen,

we're thrilled
that you're considering us.

We know that Riverton
is a huge retailer

and that you've got your pick
of potential data partners.

Well, we've done
our homework--

or rather Peter has done
our homework, and he says

you're one of the companies
we should consider.

(Peter) I've looked at all the
information you provided,

including the company profile,
growth rate,

consumer analytic statistics,
and data points per target--

Congratulations.

Any problems
with your cover, Ms. Shaw?

Not unless someone
asks me to type.

[Chuckles]

[Chuckles]

A baby rattle?

I apologize
if I spoiled the surprise.

No, it's all right,
it's just, my wife and I

haven't told anybody
outside the immediate family.

How did you know?

Your wine consumption.
Excuse me?

It's dropped
from two bottles a week

to almost nothing
in the past three months,

and your milk, yogurt, and
cheese consumption has tripled.

The grocery store
where you shop.

You're members of their
customer loyalty program.

We created that.

And I thought they just
sent out coupons.

[Clears throat]
No. Programs like that

are just scratching the surface
of what we can do.

What we're really
working towards

here at Lifetrace
is the future,

a future where every person's
needs will be met

because we have
all the information necessary

to meet those needs.

Eating habits
to predict diseases.

Compatibility factors
to eliminate loneliness.

And the way we do that
is by getting to know someone,

from the major events
of their lives,

right down
to the tiniest detail

of their everyday routine.

Learning everything
about a person

allows us to help them
improve their life.

Sounds appealing,
but can I ask,

have you run into any issues

with respect
to privacy concerns?

(Kruger) Nothing significant.

There are always a few
who take issue with what we do,

but these days, people know,
you can't fight the technology.

And let's be honest, those
crying the loudest about privacy

are probably the ones
trying to hide something.

That's why--
uh, Barry.

Oh, yeah.

That's why I put my own profile
up on our site.

Anyone can look me up and see,
I've got nothing to hide.

(Jenkins)
We'll need to work out

a proposal to present
to our board.

How would tomorrow morning
work for you?

Sounds great.

Yes, it'll be
all their numbers--

Whatever's going on
with this guy,

it sure isn't hurting
his business.

I think it's time to look

a little more closely
at Mr. Kruger.

People who say they have
nothing to hide

almost always do.

Nothing comes up on his record.

Well, thank you for checking.

I understand you're back
on the day shift.

Yeah, but I'm
giving up something

what's that?

My patience.

Good morning.

We'll see.

Before we roll,
I just want to say

I'm really looking forward
to working together and--

[chuckles] Uh, Laskey,

one, I didn't want
to be an F.T.O.,

but it beats being a vampire.

Number two,

when I tell you to do something,
just you do it, no questions.

And number three,

don't touch my radio.
Got it?

Yes, ma'am.

Carter.
Just Carter.

[Car engine starts]

How is it I got stuck
being the office monkey?

I thought you liked being in
the middle of the action, Shaw.

I think I'd see more action
in a tollbooth.

Ah!
I was just emptying the trash.

No problem.

I'll come back.
Okay.

(Kruger) Tell the board
we're meeting tomorrow.

(Man #1)
Sure thing, Mr. Kruger.

(Barry) Quite a stunt you
pulled with the baby rattle.

Well, I'd have told you
about it,

but you'd have tried
to talk me out of it.

You're right.
We need this deal.

(Kruger) Well, we just got it.
Come on, Barry.

This changes everything.
This puts us on the map.

[Knocks at the door]
What is it, Haley?

It's about the party tonight.
I tried to put

the restaurant deposit on your
credit card but it was declined.

What? Why?

I don't know, the bank
wouldn't tell me, I'm sorry.

I'll handle it.

You know, sometimes,
I wish I had an assistant

whose qualifications extended
beyond having a great ass.

I sure hope this guy's
a perpetrator.

Want to go to a party, Shaw?

Only if you promise
to wear something pretty.

[Indistinct party chatter]

[Clears throat]

[Tinks glass]

[Room quiets] Thanks.

You.
[Chuckles]

First, I want to say
it's great of all of you

to make it tonight,
especially my wife Dedee.

[Laughter]

Mr. Reese,
how's the Kruger's party?

Delightful.

Have you learned anything?

Just that Kruger's got
a lot of friends,

appears to be happily married,

and Shaw likes
truffled quail eggs.

You can't expect me to shoot
somebody on an empty stomach.

I'd prefer you didn't
shoot anyone at all.

What about you, Finch?
Dig anything up?

Yes.
Kruger's gone to great lengths

to suppress any bad publicity
about Lifetrace.

Negative blog posts,
news articles,

even a class action lawsuit

buried
in non-disclosure agreements,

all scrubbed from the Internet.

Sweetheart, I love you.
This is for you.

[Falling In Love by Ben Rector]

♪ Oh, ooh

♪ falling in love is something

♪ ooh

[laughter]

♪ Falling in love is nothing

♪ ooh

♪ falling in love is nothing

[dance music briefly interrupts]

[Falling In Love
by Ben Rector resumes]

♪

[Aggressive dance music]

♪

(Kruger's voice)
I've got nothing to hide.

I've got nothing to hide.

[Voice slowed down]
I've got nothing to hide.

Turn it off.
Turn it off, now!

Turn it off!

This somebody's idea of a joke?

Dedee, honey,
I have no ID--

Mr. Reese?

Yeah, someone just turned
Kruger's anniversary video

into a sex tape.

Oh, my.

Sweetie, listen--

What are you all looking at?

Go home.
The party's over.

Party's over!

Just when things
were getting interesting.

I know, first his credit cards,
now this.

(Reese) Someone's messing
with Kruger, Finch.

Well, the machine wouldn't
send us his number

if someone just wanted
to humiliate him.

No, we need to find
whoever's behind this

before they come
after him again.

Or before Kruger
finds them first.

[Indistinct yelling]

[Cell phone ringing]

(Shaw) Finch.

Ms. Shaw.
Is everything all right?

Don't sound so worried, Harold.
I haven't hurt anybody...yet.

Very reassuring.
You have news?

I think I know who hijacked
Kruger's anniversary party.

Here's the restaurant's
security camera footage

from last night.

(Shaw)
A woman dressed as a waiter.

None of the waitstaff
had seen her before.

Well, I might have.

I've been going through
all the parties

to the class action suit
against Kruger.

All of them claim
to have been victimized

when their personal information
was released by Lifetrace.

Victimized how?

Identity theft, harassment,
blackmail, fraud.

Even murder.

Who?

(Finch) Chloe Harper,

daughter of the lead plaintiff,
Sherry Harper.

She lost her life to a stalker,

who found her home address
using Lifetrace.

No wonder Kruger wanted
the suit buried.

Detective Fusco is running
background checks

on all of the plaintiffs
as we speak.

Wait, I just found
our mystery waiter.

Her name is Karen Mills.
She lives in Queens.

I'm on my way.

No, stay put, Ms. Shaw.

I'll see if Detective Carter
can help us.

[Police siren chirps]

What did she do?

Rolled a stop.

Really?

Stay in the car.
I got this.

License and registration,
please.

Something wrong, officer?

You could say that.

Why are you coming
after Wayne Kruger?

Don't make me ask twice,
Ms. Mills.

I-I got a package.

A package?
From who?

I don't know.

It was anonymous.

There was a DVD
and some instructions

on what to do
if I wanted to get back at him.

Why?
What did he do to you?

He ruined my life.

How?

I was a paralegal
at a law firm.

It's where I met my fiance.

One day, some of the assistants
were looking people up

on this website, Lifetrace.

They found some pictures.

What kind of pictures?

They were taken
by an ex-boyfriend,

of us, in his bedroom.

And everyone saw them.

My fiance, he...
called off our engagement.

When I got the package,

I saw a chance to make Kruger

feel the humiliation
that I felt.

So I took it.

Okay.

I'm gonna let you off with
a warning this time, Ms. Mills.

So long as you take
that package you got...

take it to a Detective
Lionel Fusco

at the 8th Precinct,
and you promise me

you'll never do anything
like that again.

Thank you.
I won't, officer.

Good, 'cause the NYPD,
we'll know.

Trust me.

Hope you got that.

Mr. Reese?

I heard.

Doesn't sound like
she had anything to do

with the other attacks
on Kruger.

Likely done by whoever sent
the anonymous package.

(Kruger) Look, baby, I know you're
mad, but I need you to call me back.

The bank says
our cards have been cancelled

and our accounts emptied out.

Something's wrong.
Just call me.

Haley, will you get
my accountant on the line?

What are you doing?
What's the problem?

My problem?

(Electronic voice)
First saved message.

(Kruger's voice) You know,
sometimes, I wish I had an assistant

whose qualifications extended
beyond having a great ass.

[Recording stops]

Where did that come from?
You, apparently.

Someone is using Kruger's
own words against him.

His office must be bugged.

Screw you, Wayne.

Oh.

(Kruger)
Mr. Hayes?

Mr. Collier.

Mr. Collier,
what's going on?

Well, in light
of recent developments,

Mr. Deaver doesn't think
Lifetrace

is the best partner for us,
after all.

Excuse me.

Look--

This is getting better
by the minute.

What the hell happened?

I was hoping you could tell me.

Oh, no. No, no, no.
You gotta take the site down.

We already did,
but not before Riverton saw it.

They yanked the deal!

I cannot believe
this is happening!

You never said you went
bankrupt, or had a D.U.I.

That was over ten years ago.
It was expunged.

Is this an arrest warrant?

I was in college.
It was dismissed.

Look, this is all
ancient history.

It's new to us,
and to Riverton.

Someone is screwing with me.
Can't you see that?

Wayne, we think it might
be best if you...

took some time to sort out
your personal issues.

If I took some time?

A leave of absence
while we evaluate our options.

While you evaluate
your options?

This is my company, Barry!

And you're the face of it.
And that's now a problem.

Okay, look--

We already took a vote.

Fine. Fine.

But I'm gonna find out
who's doing this to me.

And then,
I'm gonna call Riverton.

I'm gonna fix this.

Looks like Kruger's just been
kicked out of his own company.

Things are escalating
with Kruger, Finch.

We any closer to finding
the perpetrator?

I'm working on it,
Mr. Reese.

[Elevator bell dings]

[Cell phone buzzing]

Hello.

[Electronic deep voice]
You've hurt a great many people,

Mr. Kruger.
What? Who is this?

You need to understand.

(Kruger) Understand what?

You listen to me.
If I find out

you're the one responsible--
[Thud]

Oh!

(Shaw)
The elevator's freefalling.

Modern elevators
do not freefall, Ms. Shaw.

Tell that to Kruger.

(Kruger's recorded voice)
You can't fight the technology.

Somebody has disabled
the auto-safety features.

The elevators aren't networked.
I can't access them.

Aah!
[Elevator bell dings]

[Car alarm chirps]

[Engine starts]

[Engine revving
and tires screeching]

Kruger made it out, Finch.

Whoever's coming after him
has taken his company,

his money, his marriage.

Soon the only thing left to take
will be his life.

Finch, the call he got
in the elevator,

could you trace it?

No, but whoever hijacked
the elevator

would have needed access to
the building's electrical room.

I do know who cleaned out
Kruger's bank accounts.

Who?
Dennis Paulson.

Detective Fusco got his photo
off the phony I.D.

He used to cash out
Kruger's accounts.

He's another member
of the class action suit

against Kruger,
same as Ms. Mills.

Then we're looking
at multiple perpetrators.

Yes.
Paulson lost his job

and was arrested
after Lifetrace

conflated his profile
with that of a serial rapist

who happened to have
the same name.

Hate it when that happens.

Paulson told Fusco
he'd received the fake I.D.

And Kruger's banking information
in an anonymous package.

(Shaw) Same as Karen Mills.

Someone's giving these victims

everything they need
to get back at Kruger.

It's turnkey revenge.

How many people
in that class action?

Over 200.
23 in the Tri-state area.

Finch, we can't stop that many.

It'd be fun trying.

I gotta ask, though,
is this guy even worth our time?

You know, that's not a question
we entertained

when we saved you,
Ms. Shaw.

Our only chance to save Kruger
is to find him.

I'm sending you
his coordinates.

(Carter) Guy's a member
of the Northside Killas.

Dang, got shot up pretty bad.

Who do you think did this?

(Carter) Hard to say.

I'd talk to his regular
customers first,

see who he was
having problems with.

But that's not our job.

We just secure the scene
and take the statements.

Right.

First body?

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah, fine.

[Retches]

Rookies.

I don't know what happened.

No?
Take a look at your shoes.

Just suck on the ice.

[Phone dialing]

[Cell phone rings]

Hey.

Hey.
You find anything?

I haven't looked yet.
Hang on.

Let's see.

Whoa.
What is it?

The file's been frozen.

What? Why?

Why do you think?
Probably too many prying eyes.

Hey,
I'm feeling a little better,

so if you want
to get back to it--

Yeah, sure.
Let's go.

Okay, Finch, I've got him.

Mr. Collier,
it's Wayne Kruger again.

I'm really hoping that we can
meet before you leave town

so I can explain
the confusion earlier today.

If you give me a chance, I'm
sure we can sort this all out.

[Heavy metal blares over radio]

♪

(Kruger's recorded voice)
Those crying the loudest about privacy

are probably the ones
trying to hide something.

[Aggressive dance music plays]

♪

Finch.

They've hacked the car.

♪

(Kruger's recorded voice)
You can't fight the technology.

Someone is overriding

the vehicle's
electronic control unit.

(Kruger's recorded voice)
You can't fight the technology.

(Finch) Mr. Reese,
they can take control

of his steering and throttle.

[Tires screeching]

♪

Bet you could use a lift.

[Dog growling]

Where am I?

Somewhere you won't be attacked

by the people who are
trying to kill you.

And you are?

Right now, your only option.

Ow.
My car, what happened?

This electronic control unit,

it overrode your car's
internal E.C.U., allowing

someone to control the vehicle's
functions remotely.

Someone who?

One of the members
of that class action suit

brought against you.

That suit?
My lawyers settled that.

Not to everyone's satisfaction,
it would seem.

Oh, that's interesting.

What?

Chloe Harper, the young woman
killed by her stalker.

Her mother was lead plaintiff,
but there was no mention

of her father.
I just looked him up.

Stu Sommers.

Different last name
than Chloe's--divorced?

I remember that man
from your building.

He was posing as a janitor.

Yeah, uh, Carl,
hasn't been around that long.

Because until three months ago,
he worked

as an electrical engineer
at an aerospace firm.

With a pedigree like that,
he would have the skills

to design
these sophisticated attacks.

We need to find him.

He must be staying
somewhere in the city.

His personnel file, it would
have to have an address.

I can call tomorrow morning.

Not necessary.
Well--

Are you hacking
my building's servers?

Do you mind?

Carl Miller, 162 Willow Street,
apartment 4, Brooklyn.

He'll either be there
or he'll be at Lifetrace,

where he has access
to the computers.

Planning his next attack.
I'll check it out.

I'll hit the apartment.

Perhaps you should rest,
Mr. Kruger.

You've had quite a day.

Hmm.

[Dog whines]

Got anything to eat
around here?

Just Sencha green tea
and a box of doggie treats.

[Dog growls]

I don't suppose
what you're working on

over there concerns me.

I'm trying to triangulate
the location

of the call you received
in the elevator.

Did you recognize anything
about the caller?

No, nothing.

[Click]

I'd prefer you didn't do that.

I'd prefer
you mind your own business.

That's a tad ironic, coming
from a man of your profession.

Meaning what?
Meaning your business

is minding everyone else's
business.

I do what I do to simplify and
improve other people's lives.

What is it that you do?

We help people
out of difficult situations,

even situations
of their own design.

Ah, so it's my fault that
some wacko's trying to kill me?

The man lost his daughter,
Mr. Kruger,

to a stalker who was aided
by your service.

You feel no accountability?

I'm part of
a $300 billion-a-year industry.

Information abuses are
unfortunate, but they happen.

Can't be helped.
Oh, they can,

but only if the people who have
access to the information

are as interested
in protecting it

as they are
in profiting from it.

I was just checking to see
if my wife had called.

I want to make sure
she was okay.

Mr. Kruger, I didn't want you
using the phone

because it might not be safe,

but if you must
check your messages,

we can go through
your phone carrier's web portal.

Need my password?

[Scoffs]

(Finch) You have a message.

(Recorded voice)
Mr. Kruger, Pete Collier.

I spoke with my colleagues
and they agreed

we should all sit down again.

If you could meet us
at the Mayfield at 9:30,

that should give us
enough time before our flight.

We'll meet you
in the east dining room.

Yes, yes! If I leave now,
I can still make it.

And what about your wife?

I'll call her on the way.

Mr. Kruger, wait.

The message,
it's not labeled as "new."

Someone else must have
listened to it first.

Who?

Oh, Sommers!

And if he's listened to it,
he'll be waiting for you

at the hotel.
It's too dangerous.

I don't care, there's too much
riding on this deal.

All right, I'll contact
my associates,

then have them meet us
at the hotel.

Okay, okay, Bear.

Goodness.

Oh!

[Cell phone buzzes]

Finch.

Mr. Reese...
Kruger's gone.

I made the mistake
of turning my back on him.

Are you all right?

I will be.

It would appear
that bear slowed Kruger down.

He's making his way
to the Mayfield Hotel

to take a meeting
with the Riverton people.

I believe that Sommers
knows that as well.

I'm at his locker now.

He's been stalking Kruger,

just like his own daughter
was stalked.

And ultimately killed.

I'll get over to the Mayfield.

Something else,
Mr. Reese.

Kruger's not only
a potential victim,

he may also now be
a perpetrator.

(Kruger's recorded voice)
I cannot believe this is happening!

Someone is screwing with me.
Can't you see that?

I'm gonna fix this.

Looking for someone?
Easy.

I won't miss at this range.

So, what was the plan?
Hmm?

Were you gonna take me out
before or after my meeting?

I hadn't decided yet.

You know, you've caused me

a great deal of pain
and suffering, Mr. Sommers.

That was the point.

Well...

now, you're gonna help me
get it all back.

Mr. Kruger,
you got my message.

What...happened to you?

Oh, you know, I'm...
really glad you asked.

Where's the rest of your team?

Unfortunately, they had to
catch an earlier flight.

They send their regrets.

Hello.

Oh, yeah.
This is Mr. Sommers.

Look, I thought we were gonna
discuss our deal.

Yes, well,
shortly after I called you.

We attempted to revisit
the issue with our CEO,

but we couldn't get him
to reconsider his decision.

What?

I'm sorry,
I thought a face-to-face

would be better
than another phone call.

[Sighs]

No.

Excuse me?
No!

You have no idea what
I've been through to get here!

Mr. Kruger,
why do you have a gun?

Because this man humiliated me,
stole from me,

and even tried to kill me.

It was his twisted little game
that made our deal fall apart.

Tell him.

Okay, just, let's put down
the gun.

I said tell him!

Don't do it,
Mr. Sommers.

Who are you?

Someone who knows
what this is about.

Chloe.

Then you know he killed her,
and something had to be done.

I never touched your daughter.

You may not have
put your hands on her

like that monster did,
but you're just as guilty.

I didn't do anything!

Exactly.

See, her ex-boyfriend
found her three times--

three times,
using your Lifetrace.

And every time he found her,

we asked the company
to take her information down,

and they didn't do it,
and so he found her again,

and again, until the last time
when he killed her.

All because you and your company
didn't do anything.

I didn't know.

I'm sorry.

Yeah?
[Chuckles]

Sorry isn't good enough.

Listen to me, Stu.

You do this, and your life...

it's over.

It's already over.

Stu...

this isn't the way
to honor your daughter's memory.

Think about it.
What would Chloe want?

You did the right thing,
for both of you.

Mr. Reese, I triangulated
the call

that Kruger received
in the elevator.

It's now coming from inside
the Mayfield.

[Gunshots]

(Finch)
Mr. Reese?

You were right.
Something had to be done,

which is why we reached out
to you, Mr. Sommers.

You--you did it.
You sent me the package.

We sent you the means to exact
justice for your daughter,

and you had the courage to act.

Unfortunately, the car crash
wasn't successful...

Ugh!
Requiring this improvisation,

but everything
worked out in the end.

You should go now,
Mr. Sommers.

[Grunts]

I think you understand now.

Understand what?

What is lost when
your privacy's stripped away.

Your identity, your job,
your family,

security, everything.

You...

(Collier)
and thousands more just like me.

People who have chosen action
over apathy,

to take back what men like you

and the government have stolen.

This wasn't a game, Mr. Kruger,
this was a lesson,

the first.

We were just gonna
scare you, but...

that wouldn't change anything,
would it?

[Gunshot]

[Coughs]

Finch.

John, are you shot?

My vest caught it.
Think my rib's broken.

And Kruger?

He's dead, Finch.

I got him.

Can you walk?

I need to get to Collier.

We've got to get you
out of here.

She's right, Mr. Reese.
Another time.

Back for more, huh?

I need to say something.

[Sighs] Can it wait until
after you buy me coffee?

I know you had to take a partner
to get back on days,

but did you know
that two other rookies

were supposed to be
in this seat before me?

And both requested
to be reassigned.

If you want another F.T.O.,
just say the word.

No, that's the point,
I didn't ask to be reassigned,

because I chose you.

Chose me?
Why?

In the academy,
I heard about you.

Your work
with the Homicide task force

and how you took down
those corrupt cops.

I thought, "Someday,
that's what I want to do."

That's why I jumped at
the chance to train under you.

But I don't get the sense
that you want to train anybody,

and if that's the case,

then I'd prefer it
if you just cut me loose.

(Man over radio) 3-Adam-10,
we got a report of a 10-53

near Morris and 149th.

Roger, dispatch.
3-Adam-10 responding.

[Engine starts]

(Finch) I made a call to
Riverton's home office.

Seems Collier,
no doubt an alias,

has not returned to work.

And I don't think he will.

He started four months ago
as V.P. of Customer Analytics,

a position that allowed him
to get close enough to Kruger

so that he could both witness
and participate

in the dismantling of his life.

He told Kruger
there were others like him.

Yes, and I'm inclined
to believe him.

I discovered
that the anonymous packages

sent to Mr. Sommers
and the others

came through mail-processing
centers

scattered all over the country.

Could've saved on the postage

and just shot him
when they had the chance.

I'm just saying
it was an elaborate plan.

It wasn't just
about killing Kruger.

It was about giving the people
he hurt a chance at retribution.

And also putting an ideology
into action.

Collier referred to Kruger's
murder as "a lesson."

The first.

I fear that whatever
his organization's

ultimate goals may be,

this could be
just the beginning.

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