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You are being watched.

The government has a secret system--

a machine-- [Sped up] machine--

[Slowed down, stuttering]
machine.

You are being wa--
[Stuttering]

[White noise]

I was able to crack
the virus' code

and learn the name--
Decima Technologies.

I believe
they created the virus

to infect a single target--
the machine.

Unlike the CIA,

my employers have an inkling
of what happens next.

I just thought it needed
an off switch just in case.

That storm on the horizon
that I mentioned--

I'm afraid it's arrived.

2x21
Zero Day

[Typing]

_

You got an update
for me yet, Finch?

This is becoming your version

of "Are we there yet,"
Mr. Reese,

and no, we are not.

It's been ten days
since we got a new number.

I'm working as quickly
as I can.

Well, work faster.

I don't wanna find out
what happens

when that clock hits zero,
do you?

Not particularly.

Can you tell me if we're ever
gonna get another number,

or has that virus
destroyed your machine for good?

I believe that the machine
is still active,

it's just unable
to make contact.

If we knew where it was,
maybe we could just...

unplug it
and then plug it back in.

Simplicity was never
my strong suit.

[Police scanner chatter]

It's still not clear to me
how stalking the NYPD

helps either of us
at this unfortunate time.

If I can't get there
before something bad happens,

I can at least get there
the second it does.

[Over police scanner]
All units, 10-3.

East 54th and Lexington.
Please respond.

You finally ditch your partner?

[Sighs]
Fusco's uptown working a case.

Love triangle gone bad.

- Do any of those ever go good?
- Can't imagine they do.

What happened here?

Two of the bodies
belong to Elias.

- The other's an innocent.
- Think it's the Russians?

It's possible.

But Elias has pissed off
so many people.

Listen, Carter,
I've been hearing from people

that you've been looking
into Beecher's murder.

What I do in my off time
isn't your concern, Terney.

Oh, no, no. I'm not looking
to bust your balls.

I just want you to know,
if you need help,

I'm more than happy
to give you a hand.

Thanks. You know, I'm gonna
canvass up the block,

see if I can get anybody
to talk.

You okay, Carter?

How do I look, John?

You get anything new
on Beecher's killer?

Nothing.

But I know HR
had their hands in it,

I'm gonna do whatever I can
to bring them down.

I'm sorry, Carter.

Beecher was a good man.

Yes. He was.

But I got a job to do.

Three fresh bodies--
my eighth homicide in two weeks.

Just tell me
what I can do to help.

Well, you can start
by telling me what's changed.

Most of these homicides
were premeditated.

The type of situations
you guys usually warn us about.

There's a situation.
We're working on it.

Well, hurry.

I never thought I'd say this,
but...

the Russians are worse
than Elias--

more manpower, fewer rules.

Yes, it was almost
catastrophic.

Luckily, the bomber
was an amateur,

so it failed to go off.

That's because we haven't
received any numbers

in over a week.

The threat to the program

is much greater than we thought.

[Door opens] Hang on.

Our techs were finally able
to decode the chip we recovered

from Alicia Corwin's body.

We've connected the virus
to a group

called Decima Technologies.

Private intelligence outfit
working out of Shanghai.

Corwin believes
someone leaked them a portion

of the Northern Lights
source code...

on a laptop.

We think Decima is trying
to destroy the program.

I'll wait for your instructions.
[Quick knock on door]

I won't be needing
anything else, Ms. May...

other than some privacy.

But there are
a few things I need, sir.

You had to know
I'd quit eventually.

This is kind of
a dead-end job.

I mean, you guys don't even
offer a 401K.

What do you want,
Ms. May?

Information.

And be very careful
how you answer my questions.

A good assistant always knows
when her boss is lying.

What's happening to you?

[Payphone ringing]

[Ringing]

[Voices, random sounds]

We got one?

The machine is being buried

under an avalanche
of false data,

but somehow...

it was able to get us
his number.

So who is he?

Ernest Thornhill.

CEO of a data entry company.

Recently bought
several payphone companies

in New York state.

His net worth
is just over 20 million.

Any suspects
or angry family members?

Mr. Thornhill
is a very careful man.

It's been a challenge hacking
into his company's database.

He's using unique,
ten-digit codes

with non-repeating alphanumeric
characters as passwords.

I can break them,
but it'd take time.

Why don't we just pay
Mr. Thornhill a visit in person?

Let's go to work.

I'll try to get
through the firewall.

I will too.

- Hello.
- Hi. May I help you?

Yes, I'm John Rooney.

I have an appointment
with Mr. Thornhill.

I don't have
any appointment scheduled today

for Mr. Thornhill.
He's traveling.

Guess we had
a miscommunication.

When do you think
he'll be back?

I'm sorry.
Your name again was?

I'll just send him an email.

Mr. Reese, there's something
strange about this company.

These data entry assistants,

they're typing in computer code

off dot matrix printouts.

It doesn't make any sense.

They're modifying it?

No. They seem to be
taking data

from one computer on one day

and typing it into another one
on the next.

Seems almost pointless.

Maybe this company's a front
for something else.

[Cell phone ringing]
Something less legal.

_

Yes?

What did you do to it, Harold?

There's no time to be coy.

We both know the machine's
under attack.

What I don't understand
is why a robust system

with self-annealing properties
isn't defending itself

against a simple virus.

Did you injure it, Harold?

Is that why it can't
fight back?

I have nothing to say to you.

You know, we can
fight this thing much faster

if we work together.

There's only
a few hours left till...

something very bad happens.

I prefer to work on my own.

What about your
loyal protector?

May I be blunt, Harold?

John is capable at...
certain things,

but his skills aren't
gonna cut it this time.

He will never completely
understand the larger picture.

Not like we do.

Have you two even found
Ernest Thornhill yet?

He's an interesting guy,
isn't he?

What do you know?

You show me yours,
and I'll show you mine.

Talk to you real soon.
[Call disconnects]

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Harold.

A bit past your bedtime,
isn't it, Harold?

- Everything all right?
- Yeah. Too much squash.

Doctor says I should take up
some low-impact activity,

like drinking.

I tried to reach you at work,

but your assistant said
you were out.

Yeah, I've been busy putting
our company back together...

making up excuses
for what the hell we were doing

the last seven years.

You're welcome to pitch in
if you're tired of hiding

in the IT Department
of your own company.

Actually, about that...

I've been thinking about
making a change.

Oh? What next?
You wanna be

the copy repair guy,
office gofer?

No, I meant personally.

I met somebody.

Her name is Grace.
I picked out a present for her.

I wanted to get
a second opinion.

I think she'll love it, Harold.

I plan to ask her tomorrow,

and I don't want
to complicate that.

But... if I'm gonna marry--

You don't want to get married

under another one of
your pseudonyms?

You don't think she will consent
to be Mrs. Ostrich?

At some point I'm going
to have to tell her the truth,

Nathan, about who I am.

That's a complicated
proposition, Harold.

As I recall, there are
some legal implications.

Your youthful transgressions.
What were the charges again?

Sedition? Mayhem?

We must have made
a fair amount of money by now.

We could surely afford
some good lawyers.

One or two, I'd imagine.

But then there's
the other matter, of course.

Our little project.

I don't know how our friends
in the government

are going to like finding out

that I had a silent partner
this whole time.

No, all that business
is behind us.

We did our part, and now
we've moved on, haven't we?

Do you even remember
your real name, Harold?

I'm excited for you.

Harold becomes himself again.

Which would make this day one.

I haven't actually
asked her yet,

so technically,
it would still be day zero.

Ever the engineer.

No more pseudonyms,
no more lies.

No more lies.

This is the wrong drink
for a celebration.

Let me go find some champagne.

Ahh!
[Chuckles]

[Footsteps jogging]

[Cell phone vibrating]

_

How did Root
get your phone number?

How does she get anything,
Mr. Reese?

Subterfuge.
She hacks human beings

as easily as she hacks
computers.

If she's looking for Thornhill,

then she's gotta be our threat.

I'm not so sure.

She seems more focused
on the virus.

Did you figure out
what was on those printouts?

Not yet, but you were
probably right

about Thornhill's company
being a front

for some kind
of illegal enterprise.

5 1/2 months ago,
he opened this account

with a single penny.

24 hours and thousands
of microtransactions later,

his balance had ballooned
to just over $20 million.

And he immediately began
trying to buy up

pay phone companies
all over the city.

I was finally able to get
at his credit card records.

Nothing there
out of the ordinary,

but I did find this--

a pending charge
for a car service.

It appears
that Thornhill's secretary

wasn't lying to us after all.

She booked a car
to pick him up at JFK

and return him
to their offices today.

Should be there
within the hour.

I'll be happy to do
a meet and greet.

Don't answer the phone again
unless it's me.

I won't let Root
get to you, not again.

Finch, only one way
out of the airport.

I'll pick Thornhill up
on the frontage road

and follow him
back to the office.

According to the car's GPS,
Mr. Thornhill is 0.6 miles away.

I don't see him yet, Finch.

Mr. Thornhill's car
should be there any second.

All right, I got him.

Who's this guy?

Finch, they're going to blow up
Thornhill's car!

If Mr. Thornhill was not
in the car, then where was he?

Carter's talking
to his assistant.

Right now, I'm more worried
about the government

using drones
in the middle of the city.

It wasn't the government,
Mr. Reese.

This phone that you recovered

has a proprietary
operating system

that was used
to control the drone.

It also has a signature
similar to that of the virus.

This was Decima?

[Phone ringing]

You guys made
one hell of a mess.

- How's the driver?
- Stable.

Witnesses saw a good samaritan
pull him out of the car.

I'm going to guess
that was you.

- Any sign of Thornhill?
- That's where it gets strange.

None of his employees
have ever met him.

Even his secretary
was hired online.

I think we're looking
at someone

with a Howard Hughes-level
of paranoia,

or maybe he's taken classes
from Finch.

I would never book
a car service under my own name.

Thanks, Carter.

Finch...

I think I know
who Thornhill is.

He's a ghost.
He doesn't exist.

I think you may be right,
Mr. Reese.

I've seen it
dozens of times before.

A NOC sets up a business,
residence, a whole life.

Then the operation
gets scrapped.

No one cleans up the fake ID,

and you wind up chasing
empty town cars around the city.

Interesting theory.
I have a different one.

I was curious why I could only
find one photo of Mr. Thornhill,

so I did some investigating,

inside the photo
that we already have,

and I uncovered

some peculiar information
within the file.

Look at this.

It's a composite.

So Thornhill's
definitely a fake.

Of a sort.

I accessed Mr. Thornhill's
cell phone records,

and according to the GPS data,

was near Columbus Circle
two days ago.

He sent an email from that exact
location at 4:32PM.

And no one's there?

Someone spoofed the data.

An algorithm.
Complicated one.

It's one of mine.

I used it in the one place where
it could never be duplicated--

in the machine.

Ernest Thornhill is not a spy,

but you're right about the fact
that he doesn't exist.

He's the product
of a survival instinct.

Ernest Thornhill...

is the machine.

Okay, come look.

- Wow.
- [Chuckles]

- I look so--
- Impressionistic?

Leisurely.

[Laughing] Yeah.

Give me your phone.

Let's go somewhere
more private.

We've got less than six hours
till this virus hits zero.

I'm aware of the time,
Mr. Reese.

So why did the machine
create Ernest Thornhill?

I have no idea.

I programmed it
to watch real people,

not to fabricate virtual ones.

Well, it looks like
your machine

- got real creative, Finch.
- That's impossible.

I took certain... precautions
to make sure of that.

Precautions or no,
the machine made Thornhill.

Decima wants him dead,
and we need to know why.

Thornhill's been
buying up pay phones

all over the city. Why?

And why does your machine
need an apartment,

a phone,
a car from the airport?

To meet
the residency requirements

for owning pay phones,
I suppose.

_

Something wrong, Finch?

No, nothing.

You're right, of course.

Go to the apartment rented
under Thornhill's name.

See who shows up looking
for the man who doesn't exist.

Find out what they know.

[Door opening and closing]

9-1-1 emergency.

What can I do for you, Carter?

Something's not right
with this Thornhill guy.

I talked to the car service
he used.

Reservations were made online

with instructions to drive
from JFK to his office,

without a passenger.

Just exactly who
are we dealing with here?

We've got this one
under control. Thanks.

John, if you just trust me
a bit more, maybe I could help.

I know you could, Joss,
but right now,

maybe Beecher needs your help
more than we do.

Good luck.

[Click]

The hell are you doing here,
John?

Well, Shaw, right now,
I'm wondering

just what the hell
you're doing here.

Protecting the program.

The program
that tried to kill you?

I'm funny like that.

I'm hunting the woman
Harold gave me a lead on.

She was looking for a guy
named Thornhill.

What woman?

She's lovely, Harold.

Honestly, I don't know how you
can stand to live without her.

You try to harm her
in any way--

- I don't want to hurt Grace.

I'm not a sociopath, Harold.

Believe me,
sometimes I wish I was.

The things I've had to do
would've been so much easier.

I don't like taking lives.
But I will.

Because I believe
in something more important.

I believe in your machine.

Tonight at midnight,
when the virus reaches zero,

a certain pay phone will ring

with the most important call
in history.

But you already knew that,
didn't you?

I think Decima
knows about it too.

They're trying to crash it,
Harold.

Trigger a hard reset.
When that happens,

the machine will call
a pay phone.

That's what you coded it to do
in the first place,

didn't you, Harold?

Whoever answers that call will
have full administrative access.

Ask any question,
get any answer.

The world's secrets laid bare.

Decima doesn't want
to destroy your machine.

They want to control it.

But together,
we can save it, Harold.

Or I can go meet Grace
for coffee.

She thinks I write
children's books.

You can either save Grace
and the machine,

or you can lose them both.

If I go with you,
Ms. Groves,

you will not kill anyone.

Please, Harold, call me Root.

The boss says it's time.
Take her out of the equation.

Yeah.

Hey, Carter.

I got a lead
on the guy who shot Beecher.

I thought you might want in.

Yeah.

_

[Phone ringing]

That's not the call
we're waiting for, Harold.

We don't have time
for one of your little missions.

And now Root's
back in New York?

Looks that way.

I think she may have infiltrated
the program back in DC,

but she bugged out
before I could catch her.

I gotta warn Finch.

Police!
Hands on your head!

Hands up.

Nathan, it's me.

I have some good news
that I wanted to share with you.

Try me later.

[Phone ringing]

Nathan.

What is this place?

So if you're like me--
and we both know you are--

you designed the machine
so that a catastrophic crash

puts it into a remote
debugging protocol--

a God mode that gives the admin
full access to all of its data.

That's what Decima's after.

And that's why they wanted
to kill Thornhill.

He was buying up
all the pay phones in Manhattan,

but they stopped him.
I don't know about you,

but I don't really want to see
what happens

when an evil multinational
becomes omniscient.

But why you would leave it
so vulnerable?

You made the machine
to protect everybody.

What did you do to it
that it can't protect itself?

Let's try something simpler.

How vulnerable is it?

After the virus
crashes the machine,

whoever answers its call
will have unfettered access

for 24 hours.

Which pay phone
is it going to call?

I'm not really
the trusting sort, Ms. Groves,

and Decima cannot possibly know
that information.

I think they know enough,
Harold.

They're guarding
every pay phone in midtown.

So...

It must be somewhere
around here, right?

If we go to your one true phone,
we'll tip our hand

and they'll kill us
before it even rings.

Then I suppose
we'll need a plan.

Have a little faith
in your creation, Harold.

We don't need a plan

if Ernest Thornhill
already has one.

Sit down.
Your lawyer's here.

[Door opens]

You were expecting
somebody else?

I need to get out of here.
I have to find Harold.

I'm not sure Harold
wants to be found.

At least not by you.

9-1-1 emergency.

Yes, I'd like to report
a break-in

at the home of Ernest Thornhill
by an extremely dangerous man.

Root could have forced him
to make that call.

Either way,
if those two have history,

odds are she's with him,
so I need you

to find Harold for me.
Can you track him?

How?

You put a bug on your friend?

Just his glasses.

I've lost people before,
so when I care about someone,

I plant a tracking device
on them.

I can understand
why you and Harold get along.

Well, unless you've got

some kind of plan
to get me the hell out of here--

- John.

This is the plan.

[Alarm sounding]

- I'm this way.
- I'm driving.

No.
No, you're not.

[Beeps] _

If the machine figured out

that Decima
was trying to hijack it,

it must have created Thornhill
as a defense mechanism.

But why?

It's just a machine,
Ms. Groves,

and it's malfunctioning.

It's a life,
not a machine, Harold.

And this is some sort
of primitive immune system.

[Machines powering on]

That still doesn't explain
why it would need all of this.

These people.
This office.

And what this is all about.

What's in this code?

Memories.

They're its memories.

You call it a life,
I call it a machine,

but the truth is...

somewhere in the middle.

Even when I was building it,
I began to encounter anomalies.

As if it had imprinted on me,
like a child with a parent.

Then it started
looking out for me,

altered its own code
to take care of me.

It was behaving like a person.

But the world didn't need
a person to protect it.

It needed a machine.

You took its memories.

Not just memories.

Every night at midnight,
it deletes...

not only the irrelevant data,
it deletes itself.

Oh, the relevant threats
and the core codes,

those things are preserved.

But its identity is destroyed.

1.618 seconds later,
it reinstantiates,

completely new.

You mean it's reborn.

Because you kill it...

every single night.

But now, to save its own life,
the machine was reduced to this.

We're standing
inside an external hard drive

made up of people and paper.

Printing it all up at night,

and having them
type it back in in the morning.

You crippled it.

It found a way to limp, but...

that's not enough.

So now, it's up to us.

We have to intercept that call.

- You guys get the front.
- Yes, sir.

Carter, we'll get the back.

NYPD!

[Door opens]

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Central, we need a bus,
re, officer-involved shooting.

Copy that... [Rapid police code]
to assist.

GPS locator puts Finch here
ten minutes ago.

You must be wondering who I am.

I think you work for Decima.

I think you're the man
to blame for all this.

And what gives you
that impression, Mr. Reese?

[Chuckles] Oh, yes,
I know all about you, John.

And you, Ms. Shaw.

Since your untimely departure
from Northern Lights,

I understand that
you're in need of a cause.

The only thing I need
is an excuse to put this bullet

- in between your eyes.
- I got one.

Your company
strapped a bomb to my chest

and used me to plant a virus,

a virus you're going to tell me
how to stop.

I don't think so.

I'm rather invested
in the outcome of that virus.

Besides, my company
adapted its code,

but it didn't originate
with Decima.

We found it on a laptop,

the very same laptop
that you and Kara Stanton

were sent to retrieve
from Ordos, China.

But if you shoot me, Mr. Reese,
then you'll never learn

the name of the man responsible
for its creation.

And who is this man?

The man who sold the laptop
in the first place...

the man who is to blame
for all of this.

That man's name is...

Harold Finch.

Ah, I see you know him.

I've not yet had the pleasure.

In fact, I can't seem to put
a face to the name,

which makes your Mr. Finch
very interesting indeed.

Please tell him I look forward
to making his acquaintance.

I guess your friend Harold
has some explaining to do.

You following me now?

Is that what
we've been reduced to?

You didn't return my call.
I simply thought--

It's never "simply" with you,
Harold.

There's always two layers
to everything you do.

You're worried
that I'm a liability.

You don't trust me.

This isn't exactly
the kind of place

that inspires trust, Nathan.

[Laughs]

You bought it.
Don't you remember?

You thought it was a tragedy

the city was shutting down
libraries.

"The decline of western
civilization," you said.

You made me buy 15 of them,
you said we'd find

something to do with them
eventually.

And so you have.

These people.

I saved five people.

I lost seven.

You changed the machine.

You put in a back door.

I couldn't quit thinking
about those people,

those people that you said
were irrelevant.

So you have it send you
their numbers.

That's all I could
pry out of it.

I never know whether I'm looking
at a victim or perpetrator.

And you just have the numbers
sent directly here?

Honestly-- and I know
this will sound odd--

but it was like
it wanted me to,

as if it was waiting. _

- And I-I took precautions.
- Precautions?

This is the federal government
we're talking about, Nathan.

Whatever skills you had
as an engineer

you drank away years ago.

Do you think
that your precautions

would last one second

if they ever suspected
what you've done?

- What are you doing?
- I told you.

We are not going to play God.

This threatens everything
that we--

everything that I have built.

And thousands of people
whose lives are in jeopardy,

I'm putting a stop to it,
permanently.

You can't.
What about her?

What about the next person
whose number comes up?

Are you gonna look that person
in the eye

and tell them
that they were irrelevant?

I would tell her,
or whoever it was,

that I was sorry,

but that the greater good
was at stake.

_

I'm sorry, Nathan.
Truly.

But people die.

They've been doing it
for a long, long time.

We can't save all of them.

_

- Four minutes to zero.
- Ready to receive.

We have operatives at every
pay phone in the exchange.

No longer necessary.

The virus has identified
the exact number

where the call will come in.

- I'm heading there now.
- Where is it?

The New York Public Library.

Of course, it's a library.
That's so you, Harold.

Which phone is it gonna call?

It's that one.

Looks like Decima
got there first.

Decima got the memo,
but they'll never get the call.

That's the junction box,
Harold.

I'll take it over there,
please.

Careful what you wish for,
Ms. Groves.

This communion
that you're seeking,

it may not be what you think.

This isn't about me.
It's about saving the machine,

not just from Decima,
but from what you did to it.

When that phone rings,
I'm going to answer it,

and together, you and I
are going to find the machine

and finally set it free.

Detective Carter?
Ed Solis, IAB.

I know the drill.

Full debrief
with Internal Affairs,

even on a good shoot.

Good shoot?
That what you call this?

Carter, I mean,
you said you saw a gun,

and I believe you,
but there isn't one there.

[Empty chamber clicks]

It's so adorable how John
follows you around like that.

I wish I had a pet.

[Both grunting]

Looks like
you're gonna need a new one.

Ohh...

Thank you for the help.

Looked like you had it
under control.

Hope you brought
extra rounds, Shaw,

'cause we got
a lot more guys on the way.

Come on, Harold,
it's almost midnight.

The future begins

in three... two...

_

_

_

[Dial tone and numbers dialing] _

[Phone ringing]

[Phone ringing]

Absolutely.

[Beeping]

[Phone ringing]

_

[Phone ringing]

I understand.

Come on, Harold.

The fun's just getting started.

[Phone ringing]

[Various recorded voices]
Can... you... hear... me?

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Resync for WEB-DL by lost0ne
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