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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'll never find us.

But, victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(WHINES)

Bead

No, no, no, no.

He found the treats.

Come on. Go.

He's a military working dog, Finch.

Search and rescue, trained to
track people, uncover explosives.

I suppose Moliére
is no challenge at all.

Maybe I should have
Bear track down Ms. Shaw.

I thought you put her

- on the new number.
- I did,

but communication
is not her strong suit.

Tallyho, Finch.

Our engineer's in sight.

These turbine blades are
missing a customs clearance.

As soon as they get to Kenya,

the locals will demand
a bribe to clear them.

But, since we're out of time, call
Benny at the Mombasa Customs House.

Tell him there's a bottle of
Kentucky Bourbon with his name on it.

Our girl's got more foreign contacts
than Reese and I combined.

FINCH: Indeed. Maria Martinez
is quite the world traveler.

Masters in engineering from Stanford.

She works for Hydral Corp,
a private energy company.

She's currently working on
reconstruction projects

- in third world countries.
- She digs wells?

Builds multimillion-dollar
generators is more like it.

Her last project was
replacing the generators

inside a hydroelectric
dam in Iraq.

Maria.

Great work here,
adding the GPS trackers.

Considering everything we went
through to get those generators

into the country and assemble them.

Can't afford to lose anything,
like we did in Iraq.

We have to make sure our supply chain
and sources are beyond reproach.

FINCH:
That's Ken Davis, Maria's boss.

He runs Hydral Corp.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Excuse me, I have to take this.

MARIA: Hello?

(MAN SPEAKS IN ARABIC
OVER PHONE)

(SPEAKS IN ARABIC)

MAN: The package is ready.
But we can't talk on the phone.

Meet at the usual place in an hour.

Yeah.

Didn't see that comin'.

Maria just took a five-finger
discount on a GPS tracker.

I'm sorry.
I have to go.

- Everything all right?
- Just a meeting with a supplier

I forgot about.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

And she lied to her boss.

Plus this delivery of
a mysterious package.

- Sounds like pre-operational tactics.
- Tactics? Of what?

- A terrorist cell.
- If Maria were a relevant number,

she would fall under
the government's purview.

Well, maybe the Machine
got its wires crossed.

Ever since it's had that
cochlear cuckoo on speed dial...

I fail to see how its
relationship with Ms. Groves

has anything to do with this.

(PISTOL SLIDE CLICKS)

You really think that
our number could be a terrorist?

I believe Shaw's
gonna need our backup.

ROOT: Hello, Harold.

You wanted to talk to me?
Or her?

How did you... Never mind.

- I was curious if...
- I don't know anything

about your little number, Harold.

I'm pursuing a much larger objective.

The chip that Decima stole.
Has the Machine directed you to...

That chip has already
been back-engineered

and thousands of copies are
being generated as we speak.

Enough to run Samaritan
at full power.

The Machine has alerted me that our
elusive adversary is back in town.

Eliminating him might be our
last chance at stopping Samaritan.

I'll be in touch next time
my ear starts burning.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Do you have my position?
Good.

I've made a new friend,
but I'm not feeling particularly sociable.

Have our asset at
Parker Security go blind.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Direction?
Got it.

A little volume, please.

(LOW ELECTRONIC FEEDBACK)

There you are.

Going dark.
Rendezvous in two minutes.

What the hell, lady?

Sorry.
Thought you were my uncle.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

- Beirut.
- Baghdad.

Baghdad for Masguf.
Saddam knew his fish.

I'll give you that.
But shawarma?

Beirut, hands down.

He can't go back.

I'm doing everything I can.

They won't release him.

We must do something now.

I traced Maria's earlier phone call.

Jamal Risha is an Iraqi who
immigrated to the US two years ago.

This man, he won't see me.
He won't even talk to me.

He's the only thing blocking Omar.

We can't just leave
my brother behind.

Finch, you hear that?

According to the Immigration
and Customs Enforcement database,

Omar Risha was detained by the
Department Of Homeland Security

after landing at JFK a week ago.

Where are they holding him now?

A high-security detention
center in Manhattan

under "special
administrative measures."

Those are reserved
for terrorism suspects.

We have a small window of
opportunity to make an impact.

This should open their eyes.

Big bombs keep coming
in little packages.

Like the shoe bomber.

(BOTH SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

I'll keep eyes on Jamal,
see if he has any other contacts.

I'll stick close to our friend Maria.

Figure out what the hell
she's gotten herself into.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Thanks for the sandwich.

But why do you gotta
drag me all the way up here,

just to watch your girl
snap a few memories?

When's the last time you saw
a New Yorker from the Village

take tourist photos at the UN?

That's a good point.

If you're so smart,
what do you need me for?

(KNOCK AT WINDOW)

You can't park here.
Security precaution.

Yeah, I got one of those.

Way to make yourself useful, Lionel.

You know, I don't understand
all the hoopla with the UN anyway.

Bunch of silver-spoon bureaucrats,
if you ask me.

And don't even get me started

with the extraterritorial
privileges either.

Oh, I should've just stolen a badge.

How many countries you think
there are in the UN?

- Like 50-something?
- A hundred and ninety-three.

You know,
you really should get out more.

Learn something about other cultures.

What are you talking about?
I just ate a falafel.

Yeah, and you got some on your tie.

(SIGHS)

That's the second tie this week.

Maria's taking photos of the
interior of the UN compound.

Surveillance is the last planning
stage before an attack.

Wait. She's not
shooting the compound.

She's taking pictures of this guy.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(CLICK)

Photo's on its way, Finch.

I don't know who the suit is.

The man in the photo
is Rene Lapointe, a French diplomat

and current United Nations
High Commissioner for refugees.

He's responsible for
approving the asylum request

of Jamal's brother Omar.

He just triggered our
Jihad Jane to go live.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Maria just stopped his car,
and she's putting something...

FINCH: Ms. Shaw, what is it?

SHAW: Oh, that was smooth.

I couldn't have done
that better myself.

She just placed the GPS tracker
onto Lapointe's limo.

FINCH: She's tracking him.

MARIA: Taxi!

And, more importantly...
I think we just identified her target.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

FUSCO: All these fat-cat diplomats
travel all over the world,

eatin' on someone else's dime while
they talk about feeding the poor.

Maybe you ought to consider
applying for a passport.

I have a passport.

My ex and I went to St. Thomas
for our honeymoon.

You mean the US Virgin Islands?

SHAW: Okay, there's our girl.

FUSCO: Your engineer pulls
one hell of a changing act.

SHAW: Yeah, and dressed to kill.

She's still got that package
in her shoulder bag.

Go ahead.
I'll watch the front.

(CHATTER)

MAN: Hello.

We might have a problem, Finch.

Maria's closing in on her target.

You want proof?
There's proof.

Is everything all right,
Ms. Shaw?

False alarm.

Unless we're worried
about paper cuts.

- Sorry, do I know you?
- Omar Risha is not a terrorist.

He worked for US forces in Iraq
and for my company as a translator.

There's a recommendation in here
from my boss, Ken Davis.

What more proof do you want?

Let me guess.

- You must be Maria.
- In person.

Maria, the US Department
of Homeland Security

has asked me to weigh all the
evidence before classifying refugees.

What evidence do you
have to the contrary?

That is confidential.

But, let me assure you,
Omar Risha will have a fair hearing.

- Now, if you'll excuse me.
- Look, I get it.

Just tell me...
what's the going rate?

Are you insane?

I am not leaving
until I get an answer.

- Security!
- Excuse me, ma'am.

MAN: Please come with us.

Sorry, gentlemen. She's with me.
It's okay. I know her.

Allow me to take care of this.

(PAPERS CRUMPLE)

Finch?

Maria was about to get tossed out
when this guy stepped in.

You work with Ken Davis.
He's a friend.

I'm sorry about all this.
I don't wanna burden you

- with my problems...
- What's this all about?

My former interpreter from Iraq is
being held on suspicion of terrorism

and might be deported.

I know it's a false allegation,
but that jerk won't believe me.

Monsieur Lapointe may be lazy,
even corrupt,

but you don't get all that power
by being a nice guy.

There are ways around men like him.

I don't know what else to do.

Perhaps I can help.

Without companies like Hydral Corp
that build infrastructure,

the United Nations would
never accomplish anything.

Unfortunately, some of the old guard
prefer to bite the hand that feeds.

Let me make a few calls.

If you need anything else.

Thank you.

Looks like Maria just
found herself a white knight.

Christos Sevon.

A career diplomat from Greece,

currently serving on the
UN Sustainable Energy program.

He raises funds to support
reconstruction projects

like the one Maria worked on in Iraq.

Well, he's offered to help
get Omar into the country.

Let's hope that he doesn't live
to regret that decision.

We need to get a look at
that evidence against Omar.

Sounds like Omar
could use a good lawyer.

Perhaps it's time Mr. Reese and I
did a little pro bono work.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

How can I help you
and your associates, Mr. Kingfisher?

My firm represents several refugees

who worked for the US government
in Iraq now seeking asylum.

There are concerns about refugees
from Iraq immigrating to the US.

Yes, we're aware.

One of our clients, Omar Risha,

is being detained for
alleged links to terrorism.

I know Monsieur Risha's case well.

In fact, I have to make
a final decision on it this week.

May I?

If I'm to prepare a legal defense,
I require all of the facts.

You may review it, but here.

Thank you.

I received that letter from
the Iraqi government last week.

The Ministry of the Interior
say they have proof

that Omar is involved
in terrorist activity.

I'm sorry. The Ministry of the Interior
is hardly reliable.

It's full of former
Shia militia members.

They view Iraqis that helped
American forces as traitors.

Yeah. Three years ago, two terrorists
who killed US soldiers in Iraq

were discovered living
in Bowling Green, Kentucky.

They fooled immigration officials
by posing as former interpreters.

Yes, but, surely,
such an isolated case

should not affect
the plight of thousands.

I can't afford to put
my signature on an application

of a potential terrorist,
however small the probability.

If one more terrorist slips through,

it will jeopardize all the
other refugees seeking asylum.

You understand.

FINCH: Understood.

- Thank you for your time.
- Thank you.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Well, it's difficult to determine
the authenticity of the letter.

Any new developments on your end,
Ms. Shaw?

She takes the seven train
to get home. Does that help?

Jamal, good news.

I found someone
in a position we can leverage.

Call me back, and I'll explain.

(CELL PHONE CLICKS)

Oh.

(DOOR BUZZES)

Thank you.

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

- How many extra mags you got?
- Extra mags?

- You serious?
- Finch, we're gonna need some backup.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Mind?

(owe)

Personally, I prefer
potassium chloride to chloroform.

Acts quicker and no trace
in postmortem toxicology.

And the other thing
about chloroform, it stinks.

- Who the hell was that?
- French Algerian.

With a Maserin bolt knife.

I'd say French Foreign Legion. You've
made friends all over the world, Maria.

Foreign Legion?
Why would they wanna kill me?

I don't know.
I don't speak French.

Finch, what's our ETA
on Captain America?

FINCH: Mr. Reese should be
with you directly.

(owe)

Stay close to the wall. I'm guessing
this guy might have some friends.

Guess that falafel
didn't slow you down.

Is that it? Any more?

FUSCO: Maria, get down!

(THUD, CAR ALARM BLARING)

FINCH: Your boy there's got issues.

Hope that guy has health insurance.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

SHAW: What's up
with the Eve! Knievel stunt?

They didn't teach you that
at Marine jump school?

Only if a five cent piece of lead
won't get you out the door.

- But thanks for coming.
- You're welcome.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but who the hell are you guys?

We're a lot like you,
Ms. Martinez.

We help people in less
fortunate circumstances.

We only require one thing
in return for our services.

- What's that?
- The truth.

Why are you trying to get
Omar Risha into the US?

Omar was my interpreter
on my last project.

We were in a convoy transporting
six generators from Kuwait to Iraq

when we were ambushed.

I jumped into a ditch,
about to be overrun,

when Omar jumped in next to me
and shot two of the terrorists.

The rest fled.

He saved my life.

Sounds like he deserves a medal.

After I left Iraq,
Omar started receiving death threats.

If he's sent back, he'll be killed.

What do French legionnaires
have to do with this?

I don't know.

The day before Omar left,

he wanted to talk to me about some
generators that went missing in Iraq.

He didn't wanna talk
about it on the phone.

The Iraqi Ministry of the Interior
sent this letter to the UN

stating that Omar has links
to terrorist groups.

This is not true.

Why would someone do this?

Detective Fusco arrested
the injured legionnaire.

Perhaps, when he wakes up,
he can answer that question.

They could be working for
a foreign intelligence service.

They could also be working for
the UN High Commissioner Lapointe.

His last post was head of UN
peacekeeping in the Congo.

Among the units under his control
was a company of French legionnaires.

Why would Lapointe wanna kill me for
trying to help Omar get into the US?

We need to talk to Omar.

- He could shed some light on this.
- MARIA: It's impossible.

He's being held incommunicado.

We can't even trust his
government-appointed lawyer

to deliver a message.

Maybe he'll talk to
his new representation.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(BUZZER)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Like I told my last attorney,
I'm not talking to you.

We're not with the government,
Mr. Risha.

We're friends of Maria Martinez.

Or maybe you work with the people
that are setting me up.

Maria told us how
you saved her life in Iraq.

I'm sorry I don't have more proof,
but we don't have much time.

Last night, a team of legionnaires
made an attempt on Maria's life.

What?

- Is she okay?
- She's fine. She's in a safe place.

(SIGHS)

But there was something important
you wanted to tell Maria

during your last conversation?

About the generators.

The ones at the energy project
that she worked on in Iraq?

After Maria left,
the generators were never installed.

The hydroelectric plant failed.

The entire province went dark.

Hospitals had no electricity.

Patients died on operating tables.

The local police lost control.

Within a week,
Al-Qaeda moved back in.

What happened to the generators?

That's what I wanted to tell Maria.

Right before I left,

I translated a contract for the
transportation of six generators.

A contract signed by whom?

- Are you sure you can protect Maria?
- Yes. Why?

Because it was her boss,
Ken Davis.

Davis?

Why would he ship generators
all the way to Iraq,

only to turn around
and ship them somewhere else?

Maybe he got a better offer.

Maria had Davis write a letter
of recommendation in your behalf.

That must be where he realized that,
if the two of you were ever reunited,

you would tell her
about his involvement

with the missing generators.

(BUZZER, DOOR OPENS)

Your asylum request has been denied.

- Your ride home departs in an hour.
- No, this is a mistake.

Please!
They'll kill me if I go back!

(DOOR CLOSES IN DISTANCE)

(SPEED DIALS)

- Hey.
- FINCH: I just sent you information

on a new lead, Detective.

It appears Maria's boss redirected
the missing generators in Iraq

- to an unknown destination.
- Why would he do that?

I'm not sure,
but Omar knew about it.

Ken Davis arranged for him to be

deported back to Iraq
where he'll be killed.

Davis doesn't have
that kind of authority.

But he certainly has the resources
to convince a corrupt UN diplomat

to do his dirty work.

Yeah, well, I think I'm gonna
have to pay Davis a visit.

Please hurry, Detective.
We haven't much time.

Why would Davis steal the generators?

- We're looking into that now.
- I have to get to Omar.

You're not going anywhere with
the legionnaires still out there.

Guy engineered this place
with an armored door

and electromagnetic locks.
You're safe here.

You don't understand.

They will kill Omar
if he returns to Iraq.

Please.

Are you gonna cry?

- What?
- Hold on a sec.

You and Omar were more than just
business associates, weren't you?

(SIGHS)

Every time I ran into a problem...
this sheikh, that tribe,

this corrupt official...
it was always Omar who solved it.

By bringing people together.

That's why I fell in love with him.

He would take me
to the desert at night

to drink cinnamon tea
and count the stars.

Have you ever been
to the desert at night?

The only thing I remember
about the desert

is wiping the film off the top
of a warm glass of camel's milk.

That's where the bacteria breed.

That's good advice.

Omar and I, we hoped to
get married when he got here.

He deserves asylum.

I have to stop his deportation.
I need to get to him...

- Maria, you have to trust us.
- Why?

My mother was an
academic back in Iran.

When the ayatollah
and his fanatics took over in '79,

someone risked his life
smuggling my mom out of there.

- If it weren't for him...
- You'd have never been born.

Those fanatics that could've
killed my mom in Iran

are the same fanatics that ♪
will kill Omar if he returns to Iraq.

Just different stripes.

We're not gonna let that happen.

How are you gonna stop it?

Davis has a UN diplomat in his pocket

and false accusations
from the Iraqi government.

Did you read this?

"According to a trusted source
beyond reproach,

Omar Risha has ties to..."

Wait.

Davis's recommendation?

"Because of his impeccable
integrity and trustworthiness,

- Omar is a man beyond reproach."
- "Beyond reproach."

Davis wrote both letters.

Iraqi government letterhead,
but the font and the format

- are the same.
- He forged it.

And the original is in
Lapointe's office. I have to get it.

- You can't get in there...
- No, I know someone. I know a way.

Maria.
You're not going anywhere.

You have to trust us.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Yes, Maria Martinez
is an employee of mine.

Something happen to her, Detective?

You're a big energy guy, right?
International businessman?

Friends in high places?
Even the UN?

If you don't mind,
I have a schedule to keep.

Oh, yeah?

You have another meeting scheduled
with your friend inside the UN?

The one you've been
calling every day?

What is this?
Metadata?

This is a massive violation
of my civil liberties.

Oh, we've already issued a warrant
for your corrupt French pal Lapointe

for the attempted murder
of Maria Martinez.

As soon as he flips, we'll have the
forged document you sent to the UN

naming Omar Risha a terrorist.

This is absurd.
Where's my attorney?

See, Omar found out
about the generators,

so you had him shipped back,
knowing he'd be killed.

Then you tried to kill Maria, too.

Last I checked,
your little NYPD fiefdom

doesn't extend into
the United Nations.

Good luck using your tin badge
to get in there, Detective.

You really think
you're a big shot, huh?

Get a couple bureaucrats in your
pocket, they grease the contracts.

You don't care who dies.

Including your own employees.

Unless the DA's ready to charge
my client, we're leaving.

If you're going to wade
into international waters, Detective,

I suggest you get a bigger boat.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Any word on Omar?

(SIGHS)

I could use a drink.

So could I.

The boys keep a single malt
in here somewhere.

Thank God Finch buys top shelf.

(ELECTRIC BUZZ)

Finch!

Damn engineers.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Mr. Reese,
they're loading Omar for deportation.

We have to do something.

- I'm going to pursue.
- REESE: No need, Finch. I'm on it.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Let's hit it.

Roger that.

Ms. Shaw, good news.

Mr. Reese has rescued Omar.

That's great.
Except we just lost Maria,

and the legionnaires are still
out there looking for her.

And what's worse,
I think she's headed to Lapointe's office.

Straight into the lion's den.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Please, I have an appointment
with Mr. Sevon.

He's a Greek diplomat.
I don't have much time.

Sorry, lady.
No badge, no entry.

What's the problem here?
She's my guest.

Yes, sir.

- We have to hurry.
- Maria, when I said I'd help,

- I meant making a few calls...
- Lapointe denied Omar's asylum

based on a forged letter
from the Iraqi government.

That letter is in Lapointe's office,
and I need to get to it.

This is absurd.

We can't just break
into the High Commissioner's office.

There are proper channels
we can follow.

Davis conspired with Lapointe
to have Omar killed.

- And now they want me dead too.
- What? Why would they do that?

To cover up the theft
of six generators in Iraq.

Look, I will explain the rest later,

but right now,
I need to get that letter.

I'll take you as far as
Lapointe's office.

But then, the rest is up to you.

Thank you.

- You're not a guard.
- And you're not a terrorist.

We know you saved
Maria's life in Iraq.

- We're here to return the favor.
- That's why you're helping me?

Let's just say we all know what
it's like to leave someone behind.

I loved Maria
from the first time I met her.

- Where is she now?
- She's headed to the UN

to get evidence to bring down
Lapointe and Davis.

But not if they get to her first.

We've gotta get her out of there
before it's too late.

Are you really suggesting we break in
to the United Nations?

FINCH: They have triple-layered security.

Infrared cameras
with motion detection.

I have an idea.

But it's gonna require a
smoke screen and a big-ass truck.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

I'm in position
outside the UN compound.

Gonna need to step on it, Reese.

REESE: Ready on this end.

Open wide, sister.

MAN: There's a report of smoke
on the fourth floor. Call 911.

MAN 2: Fire Department's
already here.

We need to evacuate the building.

(HORN BLARES)

Stop playing with the horn, Lionel.

Ever since I was a kid, I always
wanted to drive one of these things.

Here, you're gonna need this.

Have you told anyone about Lapointe?

The original of the letter
has to be here somewhere.

We should stop while we're ahead.

I am not leaving
until I clear Omar's name.

Find anything on Davis, Finch?

Seems he's deleted all
his email correspondence.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Ms. Groves, I'm a bit
occupied at the moment.

Try "Habur Gate," Harold.

"Habur Gate"?
What does that mean?

I don't know.

But you're welcome.

Oh, and by the way...
I'm borrowing your dog.

Customs clearance.
Six generators. Requested by...

Oh, no.

Where's the fire, mes amis?

- Here. I found it.
- Good. We should go.

- He could be here any minute.
- What the hell?

I should have known it was you when
I received a call from the guards.

And what are you doing here?

Excusez-moi, Monsieur Lapointe.

(SPEAKS IN FRENCH)

I didn't know you spoke French.

That's the first thing they
teach you in the Foreign Legion.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Consider this payback
for what you did to my friend.

What's so funny?

Second round is always
more accurate than the first.

What second round?
You're not even holding a gun.

I wasn't talking about me.

(MAN WHISTLES)

Excusez-moi!

(GRUNTING, GROANING)

So much for payback.

Come on, come on.

It's a shame, really.

- After all I did to help you.
- You're working with Davis? Why?

You don't understand
how the real world works.

I learned a long time ago,
as a legionnaire based in Rwanda.

They used us to protect
those who committed genocide.

Realpolitiks.

This is about greed, not politics.
You have no loyalty.

Look at where your loyalty
has landed you.

You know the worst thing
about dying on a UN property?

Extraterritorial privileges.

Makes it very difficult
for the NYPD to investigate.

- Somebody call 911?
- Drop the gun.

Or what, Detective?

Or I'm gonna get
Realpolitik-y on your ass.

(GUN FALLS)

You and Davis stole
the generators from Iraq.

You have no proof.

- "Habur Gate" ring a bell?
- MARIA: Habur Gate.

That's the border crossing
between Iraq and Turkey.

Next time, have someone else
sign the customs form.

Go figure. Turns out immunity
doesn't stop you from bleeding.

- That's what I call diplomacy.
- Maria.

Oh, my God,
I can't believe you're here!

(POLICE SIRENS IN DISTANCE)

Gonna need to step it up, boys.

Sounds like the cavalry's on its way.

- Come on. Let's go.
- We gotta go!

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

How'd you find this place?

Someone recommended the view.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

(MAN CLEARS THROAT)

The office of the High Commissioner
just sent this over.

Congratulations.

Your asylum's officially
been approved.

And Sevon?

Greece revoked
his diplomatic immunity.

NYPD arrested him
for the murder of Lapointe.

Thank you, Detective,
and your friends. For everything.

Welcome to New York.

Hey, what's up?

- Thought the case was closed.
- You did good tonight, Lionel.

Glass of champagne, best you got.

I thought you didn't drink.

March 20th.

Persian New Year.

I thought you didn't care
about foreign cultures.

That's what's great about New York.

You don't have to travel
to learn about other cultures.

They all come here.

My father brought my mother
here on their first date.

No kidding?

Nice place.

It's changed names a couple times,
but the view's still the same.

Get outta here, Fusco.

Happy New Year, Sameen.

MARIA:
It may not be the desert stars,

but there's nothing
like the New York City skyline.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

REESE: And Davis?

According to Detective Fusco,
he's flown the coop.

And with his international
connections... he could be anywhere.

Maybe one of our allies
will scoop him up.

Speaking of allies,
I do hope that Root

isn't feeding Bear any chocolate.

(SPEAKS COMMANDS IN GERMAN)

(WHINES)

I've secured the generators
you were looking for.

They shipped from
Akgaabat Port last week.

What are you trying to power?
New York City?

Sorry to hear about
your friend Sevon.

But just as well.

He worked for an
antiquated institution.

Hard to believe that nation states
still think they have any influence,

even in cooperation.

Sevon got sloppy.

I can't afford such liabilities.

Then lucky for me, I'm careful.

Heh. Indeed.

Walk.

MAN: Go blind.

Which way, Bear?

(WHINES)

Atta boy.

Hello, Ms. Groves.

(WITH GERMAN ACCENT) Sit, boy.

I commend your tracking abilities.

Sense of smell is often the most
neglected of the five senses.

And one which machines
can't replicate.

At least, not yet.

When I was a boy,
we had a foxhound called...

Churchill.

Shall we cut to the chase?

You have some things
that don't belong to you.

Two hard drives,
a superconducting chip,

and six generators.

Which means, either you're
planning to bring Samaritan online

or you're the world's
most ambitious gamer.

Why waste time arguing
about small battles,

when we could be
discussing the larger war?

Perhaps you and I have
more in common than you think.

I don't think so.

I want the Machine to be free.

You wanna control it.

I won't bore you with
academic theories

about competing civilizations.

It's human nature to want
to control the means to wealth.

Whether it be salt or gold or oil...

Or information.

It is the new currency.

And if someone's gonna control it,
it might as well be you?

Imagine what it would be like
to merge, permanently.

I could use someone
with such capabilities.

And why would I do that?

Because I know what you know
to be true, Ms. Groves.

Everyone thinks you're crazy.
But I don't.

Because we understand
what's coming.

What's about to happen.
Don't we?

And what makes you think
you're in any position to negotiate?

(GUNS CLICK)

Heh.

Touché.

I never feel civilized
negotiating from the end of a barrel.

Either end.

Shall we call this one a draw?

Heh.

Very well.

Perhaps next time we meet...
you'll reconsider my offer.

(English - SDH)