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(Finch) You are being watched.

The government has a secret system...

secret system...

(man) A system you asked
for to keep you safe.

(Finch) A machine that spies on
you every hour of every day.

(man) You granted it the
power to see everything...

to index, order, and control
the lives of ordinary people.

(Finch) The government considers
these people irrelevant.

We don't.

(man) But to it, you
are all irrelevant,

victim or perpetrator,
if you stand in its way.

(Finch) We'll find you.

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Don't worry.

No fast ones today.

You say that every time.

It's not like I'm gonna
spill a glass of water

on the nightstand, stomp on your foot,

throw an elbow to your chin,
and stick you with that sedative.

Oops.

I think I skipped a step.

[glass shatters]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[alarm blaring]

- Better call the boss.
- No need.

When will she ever learn?

- Grab the fire axe.
- Got it.

It's gone.

♪ ♪

(man) Clear.

She's not here.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Our number is sure in a hurry
to get somewhere, Finch.

(Finch) International
businessman like James Ko

is in high demand these days.

Stanford MBA, fluent in Mandarin.

He negotiates contracts between
US and British corporations

and their Chinese manufacturers.

A man who knows how to cross borders.

Indeed, he was returning from
Hong Kong en route to the UK,

but his flight was diverted into
New York for maintenance issues.

According to his calendar,

Ko was supposed to be in London
tomorrow afternoon,

so why did he leave the airport,

and what the hell is he doing
in this neighborhood?

Hold on a second, Finch.

Ko just switched his SIM card.

Hello?

(Blackburn) Where are you?

I'm in New York,
booked on the next flight out.

Just have to take care
of that errand first.

(Blackburn) Well, make it quick
and don't miss that plane.

I'll make it, sir. [coughs]

(Reese) Between the SIM card switching

and Ko's tight grip
on whatever's in his briefcase,

I don't like the looks of this, Finch.

Stay close, Mr. Reese.

Any new developments
from the simulations, Harry?

Unfortunately,

it has yet to render
a positive outcome.

You mean the Machine's
lost every hypothetical

round to Samaritan.

As you no doubt predicted.

Perhaps we should try altering
one of the variables,

for the sake of humanity...

or even just us.

I'll take that under advisement.
Thank you, Ms. Groves.

Sooner or later,
every ecosystem changes.

It just requires the correct precursor.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

(woman) Dr. Mason to
the emergency room.

Bad news, Finch.
Our number just checked into the ER.

The emergency room? What happened?

He's sick.

Looks like the only thing
he's about to kill

is a box of Kleenex.

So he was just trying
to locate the closest hospital?

I guess so.

And from the look of things,
we're gonna be a while.

I'll get back to you.

Can never get this damn thing to work.

Are we out of antivirals?

Now that we've joined the 21st century

and connected to the National
Health Care Database,

a few clicks, and voilà.

They just arrived.

What do you know?

Database is right for once.

Thanks.

Yo, Doc, what the hell?

We've been waiting over an hour.

Yeah, what's your problem?

I've seen worse cat scratches.

What you talking about?

Quit your whining, or I'll have Paulie
give you a real reason to be here.

What do we got here?

Mid-grade fever, cough, sore throat.

Look, Doc, no offense,

but I don't have time
to be sick; I have...

Yeah, I know. I know.

Who's not busy, huh?

Okay, open.

Well, lucky for you,

I happen to be
the hospital's epidemiologist.

Looks like you're coming down
with the flu.

You traveled outside
of the country recently?

No.

We can give you an antiviral
to help your immune system

fight off the infection.

Hang out for about an hour to ensure

you don't have a reaction,

and then afterwards, fluid and rest.

Sure thing, Doc. Thanks.

Sleeve, please.

Finch, the Machine got this one wrong.

Ko's been treated,
and he's about to be released.

I'm gonna head back to the precinct.

The Machine doesn't point us
toward sick people, Mr. Reese.

If we received Ko's number,

he's either a victim or a perpetrator,

so keep a close watch.

Jeff, how are you were able
to get a reservation here?

I've been trying to get one
for my boss for months.

Made some new connections.

You always said I should get
out of my shell more.

Looks like a lot
in your life has changed.

Still the same guy you fell
in love with at Jimmie Cone.

Haven't lost your charm.

So who are you working for, again?

A new company.

What are you doing?

Sort of a jack-of-all-trades.

Well, it's good to see
you've gotten your act together

since getting out.

Sir?

I've read that a lot of ex-convicts

have trouble readjusting.

Well, you'd have just
waited a little longer,

you could've seen
those changes firsthand.

I think seven years was long
enough to wait for a boyfriend

I knew for a few months in high school.

I was 17.

They tried me as an adult.

You weren't 17
when you stabbed another inmate

and 7 years turned into 12.

So tell me, Jeff,

what guarantee do I have
that you won't do it again?

The hard times are behind us.

Yeah, I got a great job,
a really nice apartment.

We can get a fresh start...

Make up for lost time.

I'm happy for you, Jeff. I really am.

But I've done the math.

Three out of every four convicts

get rearrested within five years.

I'm sorry, but I can't
go through that again.

[door rattles]

Is that the way you greet
the guy who saved your life?

Can't be too careful these days.

World has changed, Detective.

That's why I came to talk to you.

A dozen bodies.

And who knows how many more.

Someone's knocking off people

and burying those bodies
underground in tunnels.

They almost took me with it.

Wish I could help you, Detective,

but I'm out of that game.

Wish I could say the same
for your friends,

because one of the bodies down there

belonged to
your business partner, Bruce.

And who's behind this?

That's what I want to know.

I figure they must be using
trucks to deliver the explosives

that demolished those tunnels.

I've looked all over the city...

nothing official
anywhere near that location.

Trucks, as in construction?

You got contacts in that business.

Trucks are about to be hijacked,

trucks that are rented off the books.

I share information,
I expect it to flow both ways.

You'll know what I know.

There's a guy, Capello,

runs a transportation outfit
in the Bronx.

No truck enters
or leaves the Five Boroughs

without his knowledge.

All right, thanks. I'll let you know.

Be careful out there, Detective.

The threat can come from anywhere.

John, any update on Mr. Ko?

Yeah, he's just checking out of the ER.

[people gasping]

(Reese) Doc, we got a problem.

Can we get a little help here?

He's not breathing, no pulse.

Defib!

Clear.

- Nothing.
- Clear.

Nothing.

We lost him.

This doesn't make any sense.

The onset rate is off the charts,

and flu doesn't cause
hemorrhaging from the mouth.

Finch, we got a problem.
Ko just died.

Oh, no.

I don't know what made this guy sick,

but whatever he had
looks pretty damn lethal.

[dramatic music]

It's locked. - Let's check this way.

What the hell?

Hey, fellas.

You mind telling me
where the hell I am?

Jo'burg, South Africa.

Johannesburg. That's not an island.

No, it's more like hell.

- We're not done with you yet.
- But first things first.

We should introduce ourselves
to this little lassie.

I sure could use that fire axe.

[grunting]

Nice one.

You really should ask
for better bunk mates.

This place is like
some twisted social experiment

in violence.

Yeah, being a guinea pig sucks.

Enough small talk... where's the exit?

There's only one way in or out,

and they only open for meals
or discipline.

I never was big on prison grub.

Not sure what we're dealing with here.

It could be a new flu strain.

You and Garcia get a blood
sample to the lab ASAP,

and find out where Mr. Ko came from.

Either he didn't give us
the whole story,

or he just had the most
allergic reaction

to antivirals known to man.

Garcia, if this is some kind
of mix-up with the meds,

it better not be another one
of your computer glitches.

The database reduces human errors.

Just pray your malpractice
insurance is up-to-date.

You, start wiping this place down

anywhere the patient went or touched.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Detective Riley, NYPD. Can I help?

We've already got security.

[sighs] Suppose we could use
a little help.

Standard protocol is,
we lock this place down

until we know what we're dealing with.

Sure thing, Doc.

Last time we had an outbreak
of swine flu here,

we lost three patients...

two gunshot wounds and a stabbing.

They turned on each other once
they heard it was contagious.

Did she just say "contagious"?

NYPD. We need to lock this place down.

Grab the ambulance bay doors.

I'll get the other entrances.

Roger, 10-4, I'm on it.

Wait, under what authority
can we stop people from leaving?

The PATRIOT Act.

Nice.

Wait.

I thought you could use some help,

given that any number of people

could be the perpetrator.

Dr. Mason may be mistaken.

Ko might've been poisoned.

Or someone intentionally triggered

a severe allergic reaction.

Which means the killer
may still be inside.

Root's running background
checks on everyone.

Meantime, best if we do
some investigating ourselves.

(Reese)
You sure you want to be in here?

Whatever killed Ko could be spreading.

Then let's be sure to take precautions.

Where can I find Detective Foosco?

Fusco. Over here.

Mind explaining this?

One of your trucks
didn't have a permit for driving

through a residential area.

Since when did NYPD detectives

get involved with parking violations?

You should feel lucky
I'm only citing you

for your official operations.

That's the only type I run.

Not according to Carl Elias.

Carl Elias is dead.

Maybe, but I ain't.

How can I help you, Detective?

Let's talk about some
truck rentals in the vicinity

of some underground tunnels,

the kind that require
a commercial driver's license.

What people do
with the trucks is on them.

I'm not involved.

I want to see a list of your drivers.

Thought that's where this was headed.

Whatever you think of the trucks,

the licenses are legit.

Take a look.

This guy.

Thanks.

I'll assume the rest of the
citations will be taken care of.

(man) RTCC.

Yes, Detective Fusco over at the 8th.

I need you to run a commercial
driver's license for me.

15400685.

Got it, one second.

Looking for an address, phone,
vehicle, anything you got.

One hit: blue four-door sedan,

New York plate Mike-Bravo-Echo 3-1-5.

All right, I want you to get it
out to all our plate readers.

Call me as soon as we pick it up.

Will do.

What's so urgent
that you had to meet today?

I'm having second thoughts
about the job.

Things have been escalating,

and I know how this ends:

me in prison, just another statistic.

Really?

How so?

Well, you started me out
as a driver hauling people

around in a van,
delivering supplies in a truck.

Next thing you know,

I'm tailing a guy who's being
protected by an NYPD detective.

City's had its fair share
of corrupt cops.

Yeah, dirty cops are one thing.

Dead girl's another.

You have me breaking into an apartment,

stealing a hard drive,

and looking down the barrel
of some crazy woman,

tells me I'm a cog in a wheel

just working for
something called Samaritan?

Unfortunately, Jeff,
there are people in this world...

very confused people...
who want to impede progress.

Progress of what?

And who do I work for exactly?

We help make life better for people.

Just look how your life has changed.

Three months ago,
you were painting houses

for minimum wage,
an ex-con no one would hire.

Now you can afford
to take your ex-girlfriend

to a fancy restaurant.

How did you know...

You're up for a promotion, Jeff.

I don't know.

One more job.

Then if you want to quit, you can.

What's the job?

It requires an exam.

How much longer are you gonna
keep us locked in here?

My daughter's scared to death.

I understand your frustration, ma'am.

Please just be patient.

I'm gonna look
into the antiviral injection

that they gave Mr. Ko.

How much longer?
The natives have grown restless.

Until we get the lab results and
know what we're dealing with,

I can't take any chances.

If this is a flu virus,

I've never seen one this aggressive.

Roger that.

You may have to replace a few kneecaps,

but no one's leaving this place.

Yo, check this out.

(female reporter)
Officials have locked down

a local area hospital
because of a suspicious death.

According to an unnamed source,

the cause of death may be
a highly pathogenic virus.

Oh, hell no.

That's how
the zombie apocalypse starts.

I don't care who gets infected;

we're out of here.

Out of my way.

Hey, Finch, Paulie's no Root.

But it looks like we have
a reliable partner.

If we're gonna get to
the bottom of Ko's death,

we need all the help that we can get.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[camera clicks]

Miss Groves,
I'm sending you the lot number

from Mr. Ko's antiviral injection.

We need to determine
where it came from.

Got it.

The open system can track down
the package's origins.

I'll try to figure out
who's behind this.

Harry, be sure to wash your hands often

and Bear's paws.

You're not supposed to
be back here, I think, Mr....

Professor Whistler.

Professor Whistler,
you and your comfort dog

would be better off helping
people out there stay calm.

Good idea.

Come on, Bear.

[printer hums]

Ko's blood work just came in.

H5N1.

Oh, no.

What?

Ko was already infected with
avian flu before he arrived.

Bird flu... you suspected as much.

That's what killed him?

No, blood work indicates
that we injected him

with live human flu virus.

What? How could that happen?

I don't know, but we just
combined two flu viruses

and turned a deadly one
into a very contagious one.

What are we dealing with here, Doc?

Avian flu kills 60% of people
within 72 hours.

Combined with human flu virus,

which has a transmission
of ten to one, that means...

For every one person who gets it,

ten more people will become infected.

[coughing]

[people exclaiming worriedly]

We're at ground zero of an outbreak.

Hey, look,
how did he get out of his cell?

All guards report.

[alarms blaring]

Stop right there.

[grunting]

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You might need this.

You're not coming with?

I still got a job to do.

A job?

Friends I can't leave behind.

I can respect that.

Samuel.

Sameen.

Look, man, if you're ever
in New York, look me up.

(female reporter) An update
on the ongoing situation

inside a local area hospital.

The CDC has ordered
a strict quarantine,

and NYPD has set up a cordon
outside the hospital

after diagnosing a new
highly pathogenic flu strain.

(man) Any official statements yet?

(reporter) The governor has put
the National Guard on alert.

Mr. Ko was infected, waylaid,

and turned into a potential
weapon of mass destruction,

but why here?

The Machine gave us his number.

If Ko's the weapon,
then who's the target?

Now we have to confine
the outbreak, locate a remedy,

figure out who's behind this and why.

I'll stay close to Doc Mason,

see if she can provide us
with any clues.

The lab sent Ko's test results
over to the CDC.

Until they can analyze the virus

and locate an effective antiviral,

we'll have to provide for ourselves.

How do we slow it down?

We keep a small batch
of antivirals for avian flu

in the emergency
preparedness stock room

on the other side of the ER.

It's no cure, but it can boost
the immune system

of someone who's infected.

[coughing]

[people exclaiming]

(man) Oh, man.

We'll have to act fast.

I know the stock room.

- I'll retrieve the antivirals.
- Antivirals?

I arrived here first. I call dibs.

No, man, we was here before you.

Listen, I was here first.

Okay, you're gonna need an escort.

Take Paulie and this guy with
the dog to get the antivirals.

Be quick, but don't hurry.

Grab every mask you can find.

We're gonna need them all.

[phone rings]

You never told me this promotion

depended on a check-up.

Congratulations, Jeff. You passed.

What? How is that possible?

I've been waiting here for 45 minutes.

The doctor hasn't even shown up yet.

Oh, we've had your medical
information for months

from your prison physical.

The visit to the infirmary
for appendicitis?

Then why am I here?

The drawer in front of you... open it.

Don't worry.

They're not for you.

Make your way to the ER
and await further instructions.

If I get stopped,
people are gonna ask questions.

It's not gonna be a problem.

Most of the hospital's been evacuated.

It's under quarantine.

Quarantine?

I need you to make your way
to the ER now.

What the hell is going on?

Am I gonna get infected?

You'll be fine.

I'm sure of it.

Bingo.

Come on through.

Detective Fusco with the 8th.

Got a real nightmare here.

I need you to close the gap
of that perimeter over there.

I'm on it.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Come on. There's got to be something.

Next time, steal meds that work.

Where are the hell are you
with those antivirals, Finch?

(Finch) Hang on. We're almost there.

We'll watch the door.

Suit yourself. We'll be right back.

Miss Groves, any updates?

I used the open system
to track down the shipments

of antivirals
that were injected into Ko.

Both the antivirals and a shipment

of live human flu virus
from a research facility

were rerouted to a lab in Albany
that has since shut its doors.

Someone at the lab
must've switched them.

(Finch) So Dr. Mason was right.

They injected Ko
with live human flu virus.

And since he was already
infected with avian flu,

they accidentally created a superflu.

So who benefits
from creating an outbreak?

About that... I had the Machine
analyze Ko's blood sample.

She ran through 5 trillion
possible combinations

of human flu and avian flu strains,

and only one resulted
in the proper re-assortment

of chromosomes that would've
produced the lethal virus

that killed James Ko.

5 trillion.

There's only one other entity
capable of performing

that caliber
of sophisticated calculation.

Samaritan.

I think I know why.

I hacked the hospital's email servers.

Both Dr. Mason
and Nurse Carol filed complaints

with Admin Garcia about errors
in the new health care database.

Mason went so far as to allege
the deliberate manipulation

of her diagnoses and prescriptions.

Samaritan has been manipulating
the entire health care system

through the database.

It's created the outbreak
to target the three people

with direct knowledge of its actions,

but surely an outbreak is overkill.

[grunting]

Oh, no.

Miss Groves, I'll get back to you.

Don't move.

No, please, we need those antivirals.

You just destroyed our only
chance at fighting the virus.

No, I just ushered in the future.

This is station three. No sight of her.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

(man) Hold it.

I can't quite grasp
why you even bother,

knowing this is
just another simulation.

Well, this axe I lifted last month

when I took out two of your orderlies...

it feels pretty real to me.

You must be exhausted,

this never-ending desire to escape,

even from a prison
made entirely of pixels.

Well, if this is just another
simulation, then prove it.

Shoot yourself in the head.

Why?

Just to make the programmers reboot?

Why would Greer build
a Stanford Prison Experiment

inside my head,
in South Africa no less?

Is this just another one
of your lame arguments

to convince me
that Samaritan is the good ASI?

This isn't Greer's idea at all.

The simulations are built
on your memories.

Don't you recall your mission
to South Africa?

You killed a Somali bomb maker
in this very prison.

Sneaked into the same cell

via the same route, through the wall.

That's not true.
I was never in South Africa.

I was in Germany.

And a lot of other countries, but...

You're lying.
I was never in South Africa.

After 7,000 simulations,
it's only logical

that some of your old memories
have been replaced by new ones.

Now the two coexist side by side.

For example,

I'm sure you can recall
killing your friend John Reese.

Just as I'm sure
you can remember murdering

an innocent scientist.

I had no way of knowing
that wasn't a simulation.

Reality denied comes back to haunt.

You're not sure of anything
anymore, are you?

Everything will be fine.

Any second now, the technicians

will come in and remove
your VR head set,

and you'll wake up.

You're right.

This is all just a dream.

[groans]

But I just really had
to get that out of my system.

Oh, quit with all the drama.

Any second now, Greer will reboot,

and you will be just fine.

But until then,
why not a little joy ride?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I get it now.

The syringes are the cure.

Unfortunately, no.

The syringes are
an insurance policy, Jeff.

Insurance policy?
What... what's inside of it?

Blood sample from a patient
that passed away this morning

in the ER.

Never made it out of the hospital.

So what do you expect me to do
with these?

Open the envelope.

Those are your targets.

One needle each.

No, I can't...
I can't kill those people.

I'd be killing not only them
but the people

they're trying to save.

Whose prints are those?

They were collected by police last week

at the scene of an armed robbery.

Remember your house painting partner?

He was arrested,

but an unknown accomplice
left fingerprints at the scene,

which may or may not match yours.

I suggest you carry out
your mission, but don't worry.

The police won't discover fingerprints

or any other forensic evidence
at this scene.

What's it gonna be, Jeff?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Who are you working for?

I don't work for anyone.

It's no accident
that you and your therapy dog

ended up in the ER.

That tall cop working with you...

- Sir...
- Someone must be backing you.

and it can't be the people
who recognize my potential

and offered me a healthy pension.

You've doomed us all
by destroying those antivirals.

To the contrary,
I'm gonna save all of you.

You have any idea
how many people die in the U.S.

every year from medical errors

caused by humans?

400,000.

It's the third leading cause of death

after heart disease and cancer.

All these antiquated doctors
and nurses standing in the way,

misdiagnosis,

human fallibility...

they're the disease.

Automation is the cure.

[phone vibrates]

Go ahead and take that.

Let's find out who your employer is.

- Hello?
- Actually, he's correct.

It is your boss,
and she has a message for you:

Aanval and ethylene oxide.

Aanval.

It's Dutch, Harry.

Bear, aanval!

[shouts]

What the hell happened?

He destroyed the antivirals.

Why did you do that?

You can't stop what's coming.

Here, keep an eye on him.

I have to go tell the others.

Miss Groves, the hospital administrator

destroyed the antivirals.

He's a Samaritan plant.

Took an ASI to create this virus,

and now it's gonna
take another one to cure it.

Hang in there, Harry.

She's working on something.

Oh, come on.

I have faith in you.

♪ ♪

That's my girl.

♪ ♪

- Stop!
- Got you.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Lionel, I told you to stay out of this.

Go after him.

Help, my arm.

Sorry, Doc, but I can't let you...

♪ ♪

_

Let her through.

CDC just arrived.

That guy who stabbed Carroll,

could he be spreading the virus?

He's an escapee from a psych ward,

subject of an ongoing investigation.

We'll track him down.

Thank you for saving my life.

We'd have lost a lot more if
it wasn't for you, Doc.

Busy night at the CDC, Miss Martin?

Not as busy as yours.

New antivirals from the lab
at Mount Sinai.

How do we know these will work?

A clever virologist figured it out.

Thank you.

The Machine?

She diagnosed the new flu strain,

then located an effective antiviral

at a nearby lab in the midst
of a double-blind trial.

Strangely, the lab just
experienced a break-in

right after
an unannounced CDC inspection.

The advantages of an open system.

(Finch) Point made.

What the hell are we gonna do
about Jeff Blackwell?

The Machine warned us of him months ago

by giving us his number.

Samaritan went to great lengths

to cover up its manipulation
of the health care database.

I can't help but think
we're missing something.

We keep losing numbers, Finch.

Not to mention the ones
we never get, buried in tunnels.

And this outbreak...
it could've killed thousands.

Including my partner.

What happened? You get fired?

Reassigned.

New partner, new desk upon request.

You asked for a new partner?

Time I work with somebody
who appreciates me.

Shares information
instead of keeping secrets.

I told you this is for your own good.

That nurse at the hospital,

she ended up
with permanent kidney damage.

It was a one-sided conversation,

in case you've forgotten.

Did Elias help you track down Jeff?

You know how I found him?

I'm a detective. That's how.

Do me a favor.

Don't tell me not to do my job.

Find a new partner.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Harold, to what do I owe the privilege?

Did you speak to Detective Fusco?

I hope the good detective is okay.

He is now, no thanks to you.

Perhaps if you had told me
about my friend Bruce's death,

I wouldn't have had
to resort to other sources.

I didn't tell you because I was afraid

you would seek retribution.

There are powerful forces in play.

You don't have to tell me, Harold.

I have a scar on my chest to prove it.

But a little advice:

a leader enlists
all his resources in war,

not just his favorites.

This is a battle best fought alone.

John and I can handle it,

and I'd appreciate it in the future

if you would leave
Detective Fusco out of this.

Some time ago, you gave me a book,

advice for these troubled times.

I would like to return the favor.

War requires sacrifices.

I'll bear that in mind.

You know what your problem is, Harold?

No, tell me.

Underneath all that intellect,

you're the darkest of all of us.

It's always the quiet ones
we need to be afraid of.

I just hope I'm not around

the day that pot finally boils over.

I'm afraid you're mistaken.

I failed.

I was only able
to reach one of the targets.

No worries.

The mission was a success.

I don't get it.

How does your arm feel, Jeff?

A little sore?

Am I gonna get sick?

Do you know why you were selected?

Because of your genetic markers.

You're what scientists call
an elite controller.

Elite controller?

Some elite controllers contract
HIV but never develop AIDS.

Others are immune to Ebola.

Your genetic markers ensure

that you will never contract
any strain of avian flu.

This is why you selected me
for this mission.

That and the survival skills
you demonstrated in prison.

Why kill that doctor and nurse?

Sometimes you have to
throw out a few rotten apples

to save the lot.

How many apples?

And who gets to decide
who stays and who goes? You?

After the news broke
of a deadly outbreak,

the CDC recommended everyone get tested

so the government could
identify those who need

to be vaccinated by evaluating
their genetic markers.

Next.

They're collecting everyone's DNA.

After 9/11, people were
more than willing to allow

the NSA to collect
all of their personal data

as long as it kept them safe,

and now everyone will be safe
from another threat.

Only this time, it will be
disease instead of terrorism.

And what do you plan to do
with all this data?

We're going to ensure that everyone

has the same opportunity as you, Jeff.

The opportunity to live up
to their full potential.

It's a simple calculation:

once everyone's DNA

is stored in the national
health care database,

then they just need to be... sorted.

Sorted.

In order to accomplish what?

To get us through the next
great filter, of course.

What filter is that?

Our own savage history.

[alarm blaring]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

(female reporter) More top stories

at the top of the next hour.

And from America,
yesterday in New York City,

the sudden appearance
of an exotic new flu strain

caused a mass panic
and sent citizens scrambling

to get tested for a new vaccine.

The outbreak has reportedly
been contained.

South African health officials

have yet to respond to the news.

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