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(Control) You are being watched.

The government has a secret system...

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

And you can call me Control.

[screams]

Clever Samaritan, using a young boy as your avatar.

I will destroy you.

(Finch) Welcome to the stock exchange.

[gunshots]

- (man) Finch! - [gunshot]

(Finch) The controls aren't responding.

(Shaw) There's an override button.

[gunshot] _

(Root) Are you ready for this?

(Reese) Let's go get Shaw back.

(female news anchor) The Mayhem on Wall Street continued

with a break-in at the security firm

that houses the surveillance footage for the stock exchange.

The suspects are heavily armed men and women in ski masks

shot a security guard inside the building,

then made off with numerous sensitive surveillance hard drives.

Guy comes out of nowhere and shoots me right in the knee.

I go down. They step over me like they're Bonnie and Clyde or something.

Said, "Sorry, we're looking for a friend".

Authorities say both assailants are still at large

and should be considered armed and extremely dangerous.

In other news, Wall Street continues to recover from the Flash Crash.

Officials say the so called Flash Crash was triggered by

a computer glitch that has since been corrected.

So investors can get back to business as usual.

Remember, sweetheart, you have a sweater in your backpack if you get cold.

_

- Ugh, stupid game! - Julia.

I don't want you playing that any more.

All that violence.

Okay.

Bye, mom.

[phone rings]

_

Good morning, ma'am.

[beep beep]

Ma'am.

How's your morning?

Well, better than yours, it seems.

Half this frickin' town is taking pot shots

at the President. Now my only job today

is picking the perfect high-ranking administration

official to push out there as his human shield.

It's a bitch being Chief of Staff, Mike.

- Yeah. - I'm sure you'll find someone

to hang out to dry before POTUS comes after you.

Listen, how sure are you that this market hit

wasn't an attack on our economy? Terrorism?

Well, if it was terrorism, Research would've picked it up

and I would've stopped it before it ever happened.

- Whatever the hell it was... - Computer malfunction.

It feels like we were attacked.

Well, we weren't.

[phone rings]

_

What?

Nothing you need to worry about.

Hey, Jeanie, I need the head of the SEC.

Right away, sir.

You need help, little man? Are you lost from the tour?

I crashed the stock market yesterday.

Good for you. Let me know if you decide

- to invade Baghdad. - Tonight,

the stock market will close at 10,233 points,

after regaining 617 points.

I'd like to discuss this and other more pressing matters

with your immediate superior, the President.

Okay, then. The party's over.

Jeanie! Get a hand in here?

This kid's AWOL from the tour and then some.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

You can expect your personal portfolio

to drop another 16% today.

We'll talk again soon.

Okay, Shiffman, what are we looking at?

A sleeper cell in Detroit that's about to wake up.

- How? - By detonating

six backpack bombs simultaneously across the city.

Threat analysis?

Massoud Shammar, Tariq al Juhani,

Osman Ahmed, Yasin Said.

Radicalized Muslims, masters level software engineers.

They plan to crash the power grid

and cripple police surveillance,

so that they can plant the bombs undetected.

Three are Saudis?

(Shiffman) Here legally on F-1 student visas.

Yasin Said was born in Michigan.

Let's see the dossier on the American.

Born in Dearborn, all-American kid, apparently.

Varsity baseball and homecoming king,

did his junior year abroad in Cairo.

Where he met Massoud Shammar and Tariq al Juhani.

August, 2014, all four men enroll

in the engineering program

at the University of Michigan, Dearborn.

Two months later, they rent a house

in the Woodbridge section of Detroit,

and begin a surge of Internet activity on Islamist websites

known to be recruiting for the Khorasan group.

How were they paying for the rent on the house?

A series of anonymous wire transfers

originating in Dubai

and passing through a front company in the Comoros.

The tactic Khorasan uses to fund terrorist activity.

What are they targeting?

Spirit of Detroit, Ambassador Bridge,

Livingstone Lighthouse, Belle Isle Fountain,

Wayne County Building.

All historic landmarks on Belle Isle and downtown.

Yesterday morning, Osman Ahmed posted to an Islamist website

that he's going to change the world.

Last night, Yasin Said called his mother

and insisted she not visit tomorrow.

It's today.

Research has targeted them for immediate elimination.

We have a team outside their house now.

(Shiffman) Status, Crimson Six?

All units in place.

On your go, ma'am.

What's our source material on these backpack bombs?

That Samaritan is never wrong.

What's our source material on these backpack bombs?

(Shiffman) Our targets purchased backpacks, pressure cookers,

nails, ball bearings, and digital watches.

The mission is a go.

Crimson Six, you have a green light.

Viridian Nine, we're a go.

Eyes on, guys.

[knocking at the door]

(Irving) Special delivery.

(Grice) Target one is down. Moving in.

[Middle Eastern pop playing]

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Three down. Where's the fourth?

We have a problem. Found this on the table.

It belongs to target number four, Yasin Said.

His phone is in the house, but he's not.

Said, let's find him. Relatives?

Parents are Sameer and Selam Said.

We're up on their phones.

Likewise all Yasin's known associates.

Let's look inside Yasin's laptop.

_

_

Yasin's Said's laptop hard drive.

_

_

It's never done that before.

It's not supposed to do that...

ever.

I need to see that hard drive.

Why?

Research will find him in a matter of minutes.

The hard drive is not relevant.

You don't ask me why.

You are a guest here with one rule, and that is

to make sure this system functions as promised.

There's a terrorist on the run on American soil,

and I want... to see... his hard drive.

I'm afraid that's not possible,

and actually, you are the guest here

at Samaritan's research terminals.

Mr. Travers...

show me the hard drive, or I'll have you arrested.

[phone buzzing]

You are putting thousands of innocent lives in danger.

Stop it now.

There, stopped.

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(male news anchor) Early this morning in New York,

a high speed car collision erupted in a dangerous shootout

involving four private security contractors

and a man and woman wearing ski masks.

(Travers) Senator Garrison.

There's a problem. 22 minutes ago,

ISA operatives in Detroit raided a four-man sleeper cell

and only found three targets.

The fourth, Yasin Said, remains at large,

and Mr. Travers, our Samaritan representative,

just shut down Research.

Hold on, there's a terrorist in Detroit?

And we can't access Research or the terrorist's hard drive.

Travers won't let us see it.

What the hell, Travers?

The data on that hard drive is dangerous,

a threat to the entire Research program.

These guys in Detroit weaponized a piece of computer code.

You mean like a virus?

Like a nuclear virus.

Samaritan quarantined the code to protect itself.

I should be allowed to view the material.

You wouldn't understand it anyway, so what's the point?

Who the hell do you think you are, Travers?

[phone buzzing]

Mr. Travers is my eyes and ears inside your operation.

We gave you a marvelous car.

Surely, you didn't think I'd let you drive it yourselves.

Of course I did. You said we would.

As for your missing terrorist,

Samaritan has tracked him to an address in Detroit,

but he won't stay there long.

I'm wondering, would you like

Mr. Travers to put the key back in the ignition?

(Garrison) Samaritan found the terrorist.

How about that... the hard drive was irrelevant after all.

If we want the intelligence back on, we need to let this go.

Turn it back on.

Good talk, guys.

[door opens and closes]

Shiffman, Research will be back online presently.

Send team Crimson Six in to pursue the target.

(male announcer) More details have emerged

about the shootout in Manhattan. Leslie?

All four security contractors are in critical condition,

sustaining multiple gunshot wounds.

The masked assailants reportedly stole

a GPS transponder from the armored SUV,

then carjacked a local vehicle to get away.

Seeing this?

Detective, are you investigating a link

to the security firm break-in last night?

From what I understand, both suspects, the shooters,

were a male and female in ski masks.

NYPD's well aware of the connection.

We have a few leads and several persons of interest

we're following up on.

No further comment at this time. Excuse me.

Nice work there. Anyone you know?

Nobody that brazen.

Whoever it is, they're definitely on the warpath.

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_

[dialing beeps]

[phone ringing]

It's the secure line to Research.

This is Research. We're amending your orders.

Our orders originated with Control.

This is Control.

Pleasure to meet you.

It's not mutual.

I know about New York, Agent Grice.

I know you saw Agent Shaw

at the Knight & Morris storage facility,

and I know you let her live.

Relax. I'm letting you live.

Here are your amended orders. Do not kill Yasin Said

until you access his laptop hard drive.

The hard drive is the priority.

Understood.

And Grice, you report only to me.

Consider this your reprieve.

[beep]

We need to do this off the grid.

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(Brooks) Research wins again.

Yasin Said approaching, 200 yards out.

This must be your dream come true, Grice...

investigating someone before we put a bullet in their head.

Yeah, just like the old days.

I've never been happier.

Get ready. He's about to go off the grid.

_

Okay, he's in the shadows. T-minus ten seconds.

[coughs]

[coughing]

Hate to cut you off, Yasin.

[gunshot]

At the risk of repeating myself...

[gunshot]

Glad we had this talk.

[grunts]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to see your laptop.

My laptop?

Okay.

I'll do anything you say, just please don't shoot.

Please be careful, it's fragile.

(Brooks) Target down. I have eyes on.

[phone ringing]

[beep]

I'm accessing the laptop now.

Keep the line open.

Hey, our boy's alive.

Target's on the move. Just say the word.

Wait. Something's wrong.

Whoa! It's melting.

What do you mean?

I mean the computer is melting.

It's some kind of incendiary device.

We're about to lose our guy. I need an answer now.

Just lost the laptop. Brooks, stand down.

I repeat...

stand... down!

We need to find out what was in that laptop.

Okay, he's gone.

Crimson Six?

What's your status, Crimson Six?

It's a no-go, ma'am.

We'll have to reacquire Yasin Said.

[beep]

[text alert]

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_

The laptop melted?

Some kind of a self-destruct mechanism

that I've never seen before.

Can you reconstruct the data?

This isn't a computer anymore.

It's 4 pounds of plastic and silicon.

(Control) We have to find Yasin Said.

- Hang on, I got something. - Hang on.

Freight shipping schedules for trains leaving Detroit.

He's flagged these three to Toronto tonight.

Yasin may be about to hop a freight train for Canada.

When's the next train?

Three hours.

Report back to me every 30 minutes.

But we're due back this afternoon

for a mandatory supply turn-in.

Excuse me?

We just got reassigned.

Reassigned? By whom?

You think you can interfere with my operations?

Of course not. You do your job, I do mine.

Oh?

Does your job include spying on me?

Little paranoid there.

Is there something you're trying to hide?

[phone ringing]

Will that be all?

Call in my personal security detail.

_

Mike, what's up?

Do I need to brief the president

about this terrorist on the loose?

Who told you that?

Who told you you were allowed to keep secrets from me?

We're having a bad enough day.

If there's a problem in Detroit,

the White House has to get out in front of it.

There is a problem in Detroit,

and no one is ever gonna hear about it.

Yeah, I hope not, for your sake.

Do you even know how many problems

I have solved for you, Mike? 853.

All enemy combatants, many on American soil,

identified by Research, and handled by me.

And by "handled," you realize I mean killed, right?

There's no need for this kind of talk.

Of killing? But it's the truth, Mike.

853 threats to national security

are dead because of us.

If you can sleep with that, then good for you.

If you can't, too bad.

Well, keep up the good work.

[door opens, closes]

Gentlemen?

No offense, I asked for my personal detail,

my regular guys.

Ma'am, they were southbound on the beltway 90 minutes ago

when their vehicle was t-boned by a Mack truck.

T-boned? How bad?

They survived.

Occupants of the truck fled the scene,

a man and a woman wearing ski masks.

The same two that were raising hell in New York all morning?

State police are investigating,

but ma'am, their phones were stolen.

Your mission may be compromised.

I'm gonna put a team on it and we'll find out who did this.

You men and I are going out into the field.

[train horn blows]

(Control) This is the last train to Canada.

Yasin has to be here.

[train horn blows]

[brakes expelling air]

[bell ringing]

Come on, Yasin. It's now or never.

[train horn blows]

Go.

Contact the station master and stop that train.

Remember, it's capture, not kill.

I need to interrogate this target first.

What the hell?

Evasive maneuver!

I hope you liked our rocket.

We were saving it for a special occasion.

Where is Shaw?

[coughs]

[sighs] Memories.

Where is she?

Agent Shaw?

Why, something happen to her?

Shaw's cover identity was burned

eight days after one of your ISA operatives,

guy named Grice, saw her in the field.

The ISA is working with Samaritan, and Samaritan has Shaw.

It's got nothing to do with me.

Well, the evidence tells a different story.

We tracked down four Samaritan agents

who were at the stock exchange.

According to their vehicle GPS, they've been spending

a lot of time outside your house in Georgetown.

What are you talking about?

Samaritan knows where Shaw is, and therefore, so do you.

Hmph.

Either you talk to me now, or I'm gonna invite Root in here

to re-create the events of your last conversation.

Good cop, bad cop? Really?

There are no good cops here.

Did you happen to see the terrorist

I was chasing on that freight train?

His name's Yasin Said.

He's planning to attack a major American city,

and he was 60 seconds away from capture

before you shot me with that shoulder cannon.

Now, he's loose.

That's on you.

Where is Shaw?

I don't know.

I'm almost glad you said that.

_

Hello, old friend.

Let's not get carried away.

I'm sorry, can you repeat that?

I'm deaf in this ear.

Feel free to return the favor.

But it won't get you any closer to finding Shaw.

Can't return the favor.

No scalpel.

Besides, I'm not the monster I used to be.

I've changed.

Well, mostly changed.

Shaw used to work for you till you tried to kill her.

You probably remember she has an Axis II personality disorder,

which means technically, she's a sociopath,

incapable of caring for others.

But the thing about Shaw is, she does care,

enough to save my life.

So today, I'm saving hers, and you're gonna help,

even if you care about no one, not even your daughter Julia.

[winces]

[gasps]

[coughs] [sucks in air]

Oh.

Such a sweet girl.

She deserves a better mother.

How old were you when your mom died?

- I was nine. - Nine, right,

and you started spending a lot of time in the nurse's office.

All that anger, all that stress.

That's when the high blood pressure started, right?

You grew up motherless...

and you suffered for it.

Well...

at least Julia has a mother.

Because even a mom who kills people for a living

is better than no mom at all.

[wincing]

[groaning and panting]

Over 500 people have died in police custody

after being tased.

The most common factor among the victims?

Hypertension.

Especially when the officer did this.

You tell me where Sameen is,

or Julia will know what it's like to be you.

Go to hell.

(Finch) Stop it!

This is not how we do things, Miss Groves.

Please?

[beep]

_

_

Pardon their aggression.

They're trying to save the life of a dear friend.

Let me go, and we'll call it even.

Sameen risked everything at the stock exchange,

not just to save our lives, but to pull the whole world

back from the brink of disaster,

all with the knowledge that no one would ever

even know her name.

Everybody here, all of us,

spend our days saving the lives of people we don't even know.

Each loss is unbearable, but when it's someone you know...

You think she's dead.

You think Shaw is dead,

and you don't have the guts to tell them.

We don't know that, Finch.

The surveillance footage from the stock exchange

was unreadable.

Why does everybody keep talking about the stock exchange?

What the hell does any of that have to do with Shaw?

Oh, you don't know.

Samaritan crashed the stock market.

There were armed men in the basement of the exchange,

a massive firefight six stories underground.

Sameen was shot.

I admit to not seeing your angle here, Harold.

Why spin this tale?

A shootout beneath the beating heart

of the American economy,

and you don't know anything about it?

You're in the dark...

and you're being kept there for a reason.

How long until your employers decide to kill you?

Oh, I see now.

You're trying to turn me against my employers,

against my country.

You expect much success with that, Harold?

So desperate to find Shaw,

you're willing to say anything to me.

You foolish woman. You don't understand.

You're not in control of anything.

You're just a clean-up crew. You're the janitor.

[door opening]

Speaking of janitors, here come a few now.

You say that like we weren't expecting them.

[grunts]

Surprise.

Me and you need to have a little talk.

[gunshots]

Hello, ladies.

You don't look so good.

[gunshots]

[grunts]

Oh!

[gunshots]

If you better understood Samaritan,

you would know it employs a private army

to do its bidding...

that it communicates with them

on a private, encrypted phone network.

You would suspect they would employ at least one of them

as a spy in your own organization.

You might even assume that spy to be among the agents

coming here to save you now,

holding his private, encrypted network phone,

and you would know that that's exactly why I'm here.

[gunshots]

[both grunting]

[grunts]

Talk to me, Crimson. I'm blind here.

Does anybody have eyes on the target?

Yeah, I do.

[grunts]

Another thing, the Red Wings suck.

You realize he's not from Detroit.

Still had to be said.

You okay, Root?

For now.

I think this is good for me.

[gunshots]

You almost done checking email?

There are six ISA operatives on site.

I should be seeing six identical signals,

but I'm not, I'm seeing seven.

Six standard signals, one anomaly.

The anomalous phone belongs to a Samaritan agent

who's embedded with Control's operatives.

I'm uploading a worm to that phone.

The worm will scour the phone

for any information relating to Sameen,

and then 18 seconds later, move on the to next Samaritan phone,

and it won't give up until we find what we're looking for.

Sorry, were you talking to me?

[reloading gun]

[gunshots]

What's your status, Harold?

I'm not sure how much longer I can hold them.

I'll be right there, Root.

This is for Shaw.

Sameen?

You're Grice?

Yeah.

[grunts and coughs]

She told me you let her go.

She was a good agent.

[gunshots in the distance]

Mr. Reese, Root, it's done.

[gunshots]

On my way.

Did it work?

We got something. What, I don't yet know.

Thank you, Harold.

(Fusco) Let's get out of here.

[cocks gun]

Did you really think you could run from me in Canada?

How did you find me?

There's a cell tower 12 miles from here

that was suddenly doing a lot of business

with some burners in Detroit.

It's funny, but the farther you ran,

the easier you were to find.

Why'd you kill my friends?

That's what we do to terrorists.

I'm not a terrorist. I'm an American.

My dad works for Ford, my sister's a cheerleader.

I'm a PhD candidate in software engineering.

Which makes you a very dangerous man.

[sighs] Look...

two months ago, I won this competition, the Nautilus.

What the hell is that?

An elaborate contest.

Data security, steganography, cryptography.

The next day, I got a text message,

offering jobs to me and my friends from school.

The four of us crowded into one of those office park start-ups.

Big paycheck, stock options.

We thought it was the next Google.

What was on your laptop, Yasin?

I don't know,

but it's not uncommon for coders to be kept in the dark.

That's how stealth companies work.

That's how terror cells work.

This was a bioinformatics company

creating climate change models.

We'd write a piece of code, and we'd pass it on to someone else.

Two days ago, we sent the last piece,

ten hours later, everyone was dead.

Except for you.

I'm not the bad guy here.

And I'm sure Tariq, Massoud, and Osman

were just harmless extremists who conned their way

into the United States on student visas.

No, they were my friends.

Maybe they picked us because that's

exactly what you'd expect.

Can you consider for a second

the possibility you've been lied to?

No.

[gunshot]

Oh, are you kidding me, kid?

It was cute the first time, and even then...

Just look at your computer, Mike.

Stock market closed exactly where I said it would.

So did your portfolio.

It didn't have to be that way.

Who the hell are you?

I'd like to see the president.

We'll be in touch.

854 and counting, Richelli. Sleep tight.

[melancholy piano music]

♪

I love you, Julia.

- Bye. - Bye.

♪

(man on radio) Target engaged.

Bulls' eye. Returning to base.

I just sent a set of updated GPS coordinates,

but I must warn you, our lead is a fragile one.

Understood.

A phone on Samaritan's network left the stock exchange

in a refrigerated truck 15 minutes after we lost Sameen.

What's our final destination?

I've traced the truck to these new coordinates

to what looks like a small town upstate.

That could be where the truck is located,

or it could be nothing.

I know she's alive, Harold.

Nothing would please me more.

[Bear whimpers]

I know. I miss her too.

♪

It's normally pretty quiet on this level,

but if the Pentagon wants a tour, Pentagon gets a tour.

Has the area been cleaned recently?

I'm the head of security, lady. Do I look like a janitor to you?

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