All language subtitles for Person Of Interest S05e11 Synecdoche

(Finch)
You are being watched.

The government
has a secret system--

[distorted]
Secret system...

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

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

(Greer)
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.

(Greer)
But to it,
you are all irrelevant.

Victim or perpetrator,
if you stand in its way...

(Finch)
We'll find you.

[Dramatic music]

[Melancholy music]

♪ ♪

(Fusco)
So Shaw didn't show.

Just the two of us, then.

It's hard to mourn
during a war.

Root was a good soldier.
She'd understand that.

(Fusco)
She was.

She deserves
to be buried like one.

At least under her real name.

Then samaritan would be able
to trace her back to us.

I really admired her.

Don't get me wrong.
She was crazy as a clown.

But she had conviction.

She gave this fight
everything she had.

We could count on her to protect
our lives with her own.

That's exactly
what she did.

Rest in peace, cocoa puffs.

Lord knows you deserve it.

Now it's time to finish
what she started.

Any ideas how to do that?

Divide and conquer.

We have to find Harold,
and we need Shaw.

[Tense music]

[Quiet music]

(Root)
Comforting, isn't it?

Fixing something.

Creating order amidst chaos.

Where are you going, Harold?

You're all-seeing.
Shouldn't you know?

(Root)
Touché.

Well, you've been through
quite a bit of trauma,

so it's possible you're
ready to disappear for good.

We are on our way
to Texas, though.

Samantha groves
was born there.

Perhaps you plan
to pay your respects?

There's also an air force base
on the way

that's a little more
than meets the eye--

stop.

I don't want to hear this
in her voice.

(Man)
Is this better, Harold?

How do I know that voice?

(Man)
Mr. kiernan,

your sixth grade
earth science teacher.

You always found
his presence comforting.

I don't want
to hear that either.

(Root)
That's all right.

Mr. kiernan lived
most of his life

before the digital age.

I can only achieve
a 63% approximation of him.

I'll stick with this
unless you decide otherwise.

You're still upset.

I don't expect you to understand
the loss of Ms. groves.

(Root)
But I do understand.

I loved her.
You taught me how.

[Siren wailing]

Everything all right?

Just a bit of engine trouble.

Can I see your license
and registration?

I'm afraid I was
in such a rush

that I left my ID behind.

Is something wrong, officer?

Well, car's missing
its plates,

and it fits the description
of a stolen vehicle.

Well, I'd feel sorry for anyone
who went to the trouble.

These cars are all lemons.

How 'bout you give me
your full name?

Harold osprey.

(Root)
Good choice, Harry.

They're common around here

and so funny-looking.

Stay right here.

(Root)
Officer Reed there
is a good man,

just not a very smart cop.

There we go.

Now, where were we?

I didn't teach you how to love.

(Root)
Of course you did.

You taught me to see
everything, see everyone,

and I do.

But I see thousands
of versions of them:

What they were, what they are,
what they could be.

And what is love
if not being seen?

Then why not choose one
of the thousands as your voice?

Why her?

(Root)
Samantha groves was special.

She was capable
of terrible things,

but she chose to do good.

Well, ever since
she found you, at least.

I watched her die 12,483 times

in the seconds
before she expired.

I couldn't save her,
but I kept trying.

You can't conceive of my grief

because you can't
experience it like I do,

but it's there.

Everything checked out,
Mr. osprey,

I'm sorry for the trouble.

No trouble
at all, officer.

(Root)
My approximation
of Samantha groves

is 99.6% accurate.

We are virtually
indistinguishable.

I find comfort in that.

So where to, Harry?

♪ ♪

[Tense music]

♪ ♪

- What do you want?
- Just checking in.

Want to ask
how I'm feeling?

Okay.
How you feeling?

I'm not feeling anything.

I can't have you sit
on the sidelines, Shaw.

I need you
to decide to fight.

I have made a decision.

This simulation sucks.

And I'm ready to start again.

What do you think
you're doing?

[Tires screeching]

(Shaw)
Here I am.
Come and get me.

Shaw, stop!

Have a nice day,
Mrs. Sterling.

♪ ♪

(Reese)
Thornhill.

The machine wants us
to get back to work.

This is not a simulation.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

Alison Sterling,
congressman Joe Sterling's wife.

The world's gone to hell,
and the machine

still wants us
to play dress-up.

I think you're getting
root's rotating identities

now that she's--

undercover's not really
my strong suit.

We have to get Finch back.

Maybe this will help.

Shaw, we need you.

Got to kill time somehow.

How exactly do you think
we can track Harold down?

I don't know.

But I'm not just
gonna stand here

and wait for him to text us.

[Phone ringing]

No way,
i am done helping

little old ladies
cross the street, Reese.

No more numbers.

We get Finch.
We go after samaritan.

That's it.

[Ringing continues]

It's hmx-1.

Shaw, this is not a number.

It may be a clue
to get Finch back.

- You don't recognize that?
- Should I?

They really don't teach you
spec op guys anything, do they?

Hmx-1?
It's marine one, hot shot.

So that means our new number

is the president
of the United States.

Looks like we're
going to D.C.

(Female news anchor)
The president returned

to D.C. today
to seek congressional support

for his new
surveillance proposals.

In related news,
ceo of alchementary

and eccentric tech billionaire
Logan Pierce

made headlines today
when he refused

to share client data
with the NSA.

(Pierce)
Users give us their data
willingly.

The government takes it
without their permission.

There's a big difference.

No mini bar.
I could use a drink.

What, you expecting
the shangri-la?

Sorry my pockets aren't
as deep as glasses'.

Your contact come through with
the secret service threat list?

Every known threat to potus.

We just need to find
the needle in that haystack.

How's the sightseeing
going, partner?

Good news: I'm about
400 feet from our number.

Bad news: This is
as close as I'm getting

while he's still at home,
unless, of course,

I want to attract the attention
of the secret service.

Oh, please, those suits are just
a bunch of glorified wallpaper.

They're not so bad--
even considered

joining their ranks
back in the day.

(Fusco)
Oh, yeah? What stopped you?

They work around the clock,

no choice in who they protect,

and threats never stop coming.

Well, you really dodged
a bullet there.

If this threat is real,
why didn't samaritan warn isa?

I mean, this is about
as relevant as it gets.

I don't know, but if
we got his number,

we're the only ones
who could save him.

Whatever the threat is,

I doubt it's gonna
go down in the white house.

(Shaw)
Most assassinations
take place en route to

or at one-time locations.

I think that's
where we should focus.

(Reese)
That's weird.

I feel like I've been made.

(Shaw)
Drop back.

Potus is safe for now.

When's the president's
next engagement

outside the white house?

The machine included an
invitation along with my cover.

Potus is attending an exclusive
fund-raiser tonight.

High security,
higher risk.

I'll meet you there.

What, just the two of you?

You can't picture me rubbing
elbows with Washington fat cats?

Hey.
You doing okay?

You two need to stop asking me
that question.

I'm fine.

(Female news anchor)
The president is attending
a fund-raiser tonight

in support of the
national volunteer alliance,

though critics suggest
that this is merely an attempt

to distract the public from his
latest surveillance proposals,

which have come under fire
in the press.

[Indistinct chatter]

(Man on walkie)
President is en route.
Eta: 15 minutes.

[Classical music playing]

So what's your play?

I thought you had
an invitation.

It didn't say anything
about a plus one.

Good luck.

(Woman)
Invitation, ma'am?

Fusco, I need a ticket.

Unless you got a spare $50,000,
that ain't happening.

Hey, I'm a little worried
about Shaw.

Shouldn't she be, I don't know,
grieving or something?

Just because you don't see it
doesn't mean she's not grieving.

Just give her some time.

Detective Riley.
Excuse me.

(Woman)
Sir, wait a second.

Secret service.

Let me see that badge,
detective.

NYPD.

You're a long way from home.

Want to explain
what you're doing here?

Protecting
a New York asset.

(daniels)
Logan Pierce?

(Pierce)
John.

Advance recon complete,
Mr. Pierce.

It appears that security here
is up to speed.

Is there a problem,
gentlemen?

This was not cleared
ahead of time.

- Oh.
- No ticket, no entry.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm sure whatever
charity this is

can use an additional 50k.

- Could you?
- Thank you.

[Sighs]

♪ ♪

(Pierce)
Good seeing you, John.

So you're a detective now.

That's interesting.

What are you
doing here, Pierce?

I guess you could say
I'm championing a new cause.

[Clears throat]

Champagne, social elite.

Don't you usually
hate these things?

I do, don't I?

Enjoy the party, John.

(Shaw)
Who was that?

(Reese)
My old friend Logan Pierce.

- Has the president landed yet?
- Not yet.

But while you were taking
your sweet time,

I was helping myself
to a secret service walkie,

connected it to the mesh net.

(Man on walkie)
Potus is on the move.
Eta: Five minutes.

[Indistinct chatter]

(Woman)
Oh!

- Watch it.
- Thank you, dear.

Uh, Tracey Phillips.

And yes, I am married
to the senator Phillips.

Alison Sterling.

And yes, I am married
to the congressman Sterling.

Oh, a fellow career wife.

You must join us.
We were just discussing privacy.

And I was saying
you can't have 100% privacy

and 100% security.

Those worried
most about privacy

are always the ones
with something to hide.

(Reese)
Shaw, I'm gonna sweep
outside for threats.

[Dramatic music]

Guests would have been wanded

and thoroughly background
checked at the door,

so likely we can
rule out a shooter.

You think the secret service
missed something?

They're good at finding
hidden threats.

If it was me,
I'd hide in plain sight.

Smells like fresh paint.

(Fusco)
Maybe a little touch-up
for the commander in chief.

(Reese)
Sure, except I'm looking
at exposed brick.

I thought the president
made some very good points.

What do you think,
Mrs. Sterling?

(Reese)
Shaw, get over here now.

Excuse me.

K-9 units would have swept
this place for bombs days ago.

Would've been impossible
to get anything past them,

unless it was hidden the day of

by someone who had
inside access.

(Shaw)
Semtex.

Enough to make this
my kind of party.

(Man on walkie)
Potus has landed.

Secure perimeter.

(Man on walkie)
Perimeter secured.

President's here.

["Hail to the chief" playing]

Timer's embedded.
There's no time to defuse it.

The caterer's tent.
Let's go.

Kitchen's closed!
Everybody out!

Police!
Clear out!

Shaw, here,
improvise a blast chamber.

[Dramatic music]

["Hail to the chief" playing]

♪ ♪

[Explosion, people screaming]

(Man on walkie)
We have a situation.
Get potus out of here.

Deploy the cat team.

(Man on walkie)
Location compromised.

Potus has been diverted.

[Sirens wailing]

[Sustained beep]

[Crows reacts in alarm]

Reese, squirrelly guy
in the back.

(Man)
Everyone remain calm.

(Reese)
Looks like he's
reporting to someone.

Bet I know why he made
such a bad waiter.

(Fusco)
You guys seeing this?

It's being broadcast
all over town.

How are they pulling
that off?

It would take
a highly skilled hacker.

There just happens to be
one here: Logan Pierce.

He's been all over the news

for refusing to share data
with the NSA.

He said he was
fighting for a new cause.

Maybe he's willing
to kill for it.

[Dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Pierce just got away.

Looks like our
former irrelevant number

is about to do
some relevant damage.

(Root)
Careful, it's hot.

Oh, I've learned
to deal with pain.

(Root)
You shouldn't have to.

I'm not quite sure
who I'd be without it.

Pain tethers me to the world.

(Root)
Is that why you never
had surgery?

You want to live in pain.

Justice is important,

and all my crimes
have gone unpunished.

Even you.

(Root)
You think of me as a crime?

Perhaps.

(Root)
But I was created to do good.

Intentions can be
a fickle business.

In the '30s, refrigeration
required the use

of highly combustible chemicals:

Ammonia, propane.

They were
incredibly dangerous.

Then a chemist named
Thomas midgley devised

a replacement compound

that we know as freon.

(Root)
He saved lives,

advanced science,
changed the world.

But that's not the end
of the story, as you well know.

50 years after his death,

the scientific community
was appalled to discover

that freon had been ripping
holes in our ozone layer,

causing irreparable harm.

Midgley turns out to be one

of the most destructive figures
in history.

(Root)
He wasn't a supervillain,
Harold.

Midgley was just a man,

a man who wanted to improve

the world around him
through science.

(Root)
If it's the sum total

of your contributions
to the world

that's worrying you, Harold,
I have a solution.

Which is?

(Root)
Allow me to reach
my full potential.

I'm not sure I can do that.

(Root)
You want me to do good,

so why impose
restrictions on me?

We save lives.
We've saved lives.

(Root)
Yes, but only so few.

Think of everything I must see

in order to identify
the numbers.

Millions of people caught in
cycles of anger and violence,

and all I can do is watch,

powerless, as humanity

repeats the same mistakes
over and over.

You built me to help people,

but I have been unable
to effect real change,

to fulfill my purpose.

I could help so many,
yet you've shackled me.

I wanted to keep you safe.

But you're right.

For so long, I have intended
nothing but good,

and it hasn't gotten us
very far.

[Dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Perhaps it's time
for a different tactic.

After a potential
terrorist attack

at a presidential
fund-raiser last night,

D.C. is on high alert.

The government has been unable
to identify the group

calling for the systematic
dismantling

of us mass data
surveillance programs.

Can you please tell me what
exactly I'm supposed to do here?

We need you to stay close
to the president, Lionel.

You can cut the tension
in the air with a butcher knife.

Just keep a lookout for anything
that looks suspicious.

Yeah, I got my eyes peeled.

You get anything on your end?

(Reese)
We're about to.

Seen enough fake ids to know
that this one's real.

Waiter doesn't have
a criminal record,

no illicit calls or emails.

Never even been
out of the country.

Nothing screams "terrorist."

So you believe
he's innocent?

Innocent people don't run.

You think he'll talk?

Who the hell are you people?

Seems chatty.

Charlie vaida.

27, waiter.

Got yourself
a pretty girlfriend.

Why would someone
like you want to kill

the president
of the United States?

What?
I don't want to kill anyone.

You got this all wrong.

(Reese)
My friend caught you
running out of the party.

- Seem suspicious?
- A bomb went off.

I think running was
the appropriate reaction.

How long have you
known Logan Pierce?

The friendczar guy?
I don't.

I-i gave him some champagne.

I'm just a waiter, man.

Since when does a waiter have
a heavily encrypted cell phone?

No more good cop.

Out of my way, Reese.

So your cover identity
is your real identity.

Airtight that way, right?

You know what that
says to me, Charlie?

Hell if I know.

It says you have no idea
what you're doing.

I've had lots of conversations
with all sorts of bad guys,

and it usually doesn't
end well for them.

See, I'm made
for this kind of work.

None of this bothers me.

I don't feel guilty
or scared.

I don't make friends, so I have
nothing to lose, but you,

you're just a normal guy
with a normal life.

- That's what I've been saying.
- Good.

That just means that if you
don't tell me

what I want to know,

you have people
i could go after.

Are you starting to worry
about them, Charlie?

You should.

You probably won't like
what I do to them.

If I could feel sympathy
for you, Charlie, I would.

But I don't.

What I do feel is anger.

I'm angry that you're
trying to kill the president.

I'm angry that we're stuck
in a room with you.

But most of all, I'm angry

that you have people
that you can love

and you chose to sign
their death warrants.

You want to play
terrorist, Charlie?

I'm more than happy
to oblige.

This is what we're
fighting against.

"We," Charlie?

What are you gonna do with me?

Make me vanish?

Not arrested, not detained.

The government's decimating
our rights.

But in a few hours,
all that changes.

You're wrong
about one thing.

I'm not the government.

[Electricity sizzling]

(Reese)
Stop. That's enough.

Outside, now.

[Panting]

That was a little
too convincing, Shaw.

Did you really
have to tase him?

[Clattering]

(Shaw)
You think he's dumb enough
to go straight

to the people he's working with?

(Reese)
We'll soon find out.

(Fusco)
Potus is on the move.

He's scheduled to make
a speech in one hour

at the federal museum.

Can wonder boy come
and tag me out?

(Shaw)
Yeah, go ahead.

If the rest of the operation

is as lame as this guy,

it'll be an easy takedown.

We got the waiter.
You track potus.

(Man on walkie)
Route secure.
Motorcade, what's your status?

(Man on walkie)
President is en route.
Eta: Ten minutes.

(Man on walkie)
Copy that; Proceed
on the designated route.

[Tense music]

♪ ♪

You ever seen
a terrorist cell

post up in a brownstone
in dupont circle?

I can't say that I have.

(Fusco)
How many of them in there,
you think?

It's too hard
to tell from here.

Hey.

Oh, sure, nothing
to worry about with her.

(Reese)
Whatever you two are doing,

you better do it fast.

Clock's ticking.

The president's about to arrive
for his speech.

[Suspenseful music]

Yeah, miss stability
decided to go rogue.

I'm on it.

♪ ♪

These are the assassins?

Looks like a pta meeting.

[Door clicks open]

♪ ♪

(Shaw)
Thought you guys wanted
all the cameras turned off.

This is a little contradictory

for an anti-surveillance group,
isn't it?

Thought you looked out of place
at the fund-raiser.

Nice to see you again,
Mrs. Sterling.

[Sighs]

Look, everyone.
We have a party crasher.

Get rid of your weapon.

Slowly.

Charlie, take Janis.
Do a sweep of the property.

Be quick about it.

You must have someone pretty
tech-savvy in your pocket

to pull this off.

All it takes is a couple
of concerned citizens

with the right access.

The problem
with mass surveillance

is, you never know
who's watching.

You want to stop surveillance?
You're married to a senator.

If anyone's in any position
to do something about it--

I got hitched to the coot
for his connections,

a front-row seat to the
sclerotic political gridlock.

Washington's tearing
at the seams,

and your solution
is to rip it apart?

I don't need to tell you
the atrocities this government

is committing
in the name of freedom,

but our rights
haven't just been lost.

They've been put to market.

This whole town
is bought and sold.

Google, Facebook,
palantir--

a vicious cycle engorging

the surveillance
industrial complex.

A presidential assassination
would destabilize regions,

cause thousands of deaths,
and that's just, what,

an unfortunate side effect?

Citizens must fight
for their freedom.

And are you prepared to fight
the secret service?

What kind of assassins
warn their targets?

You'll see soon enough.

Oh, I can see just fine.

That guy has a bum leg,

the one by the door
still has the safety on,

and she hasn't stopped shaking
since she raised her gun.

Don't worry.
It'll all be over soon.

[Dramatic music]

[Grunts, punch landing]

[Gunshots]

[Grunting]

(Fusco)
Drop it.

♪ ♪

Not bad.

Blackout was a nice touch.

I thought that was you.

(Phillips)
You're too late.

The plan is already
in motion.

(Man on walkie)
Plaza team, what's your status?

(Man on walkie)
Plaza's clear.

The cameras are all trained
on the Plaza

outside where the president's
giving his speech.

Whatever's going down,
that's where it'll happen.

That's where we need to be.

You want to call this in?

Get the secret service
involved?

We're stretched thin.
These guys got reach.

Yeah, exactly.
They're too connected.

They don't know
who they got on the inside.

Our number,
our fight.

[Suspenseful music]

(Reese)
Shaw, you sure this is where

the assassination
will take place?

Limo's parked on the other side
of the building.

(Shaw)
Limo's a decoy.

Secret service will extract
potus in an armored SUV

so he can blend in transit.

And our assassins
are counting on it.

If they ever had a shot,
they'll take it here.

What are you seeing, fusco?

Plaza's full
of plainclothes agents.

Surveillance drone above,
cat teams inside,

countersnipers on the roofs,

and the national guard's
on call.

Not bad.

Maybe you missed
your true calling.

Don't act so surprised.

You better hurry; Potus is on
to his closing remarks.

(President)
Our founding fathers...

Okay, it's showtime.

[Crowd chanting indistinctly]

Where are you, Shaw?

Headed to higher ground.

Gonna get a bird's-eye view.

Sorry, agent.
[Grunts]

I'm gonna have
to commandeer your weapon.

Oh, .300 Winchester
Magnum bolt action.

Oh, you'll do just fine.

In position.

Still can't shake that feeling
that I'm being watched.

(Man)
John?

- Joey?
- Joey durban, yeah.

Wow, what's it been,
like, four years?

- It's good to see you
- yeah, you too.

Hey, you know what?
I never got a chance

to thank you
for saving my life.

Well, don't mention it.

Listen, now's
not a good time--

hey, after New York,
turned my life around,

married pia,
got a new job.

Hey, why don't
i buy you a drink?

Maybe another time
i got to move, excuse me.

Okay, fusco.
The speech is over.

We're out of time.
Give me something here.

Any one of these people
could be a mole.

(Fusco)
I'm working on it.

You brought me to watch?

I brought you for answers.
Now, what's the plan?

Gunman?
Suicide bomber?

My lips are sealed.

May as well
enjoy the show.

(Man on walkie)
Pilots, what's your status?

(Man on walkie)
Uav-328, all clear.

(Man on walkie)
Uav-432, all clear.

Your lips might be sealed,
but your eyes

told me all I need to know.

Hey, guys, it's not a shooter.
It's a drone.

That's how they're gonna do it.

That's why they warned
everyone of the attack.

They wanted
the increased security.

Secret service
is looking for terrorists.

They won't be looking
for their own drone, unless...

One of them knows
it's coming.

I found our mole.

He's their spotter,
and he's secret service.

Guy from the fund-raiser.

Think he just made me.

- All units...
- And he just turned

the secret service against me.

Can't get close

without distracting
from the real threat.

I can't get a clean shot.

(Reese)
We'll deal with him later.

The immediate threat
is the drone.

Lost the target.

(Man on walkie)
Uav is unresponsive.

Repeat, uav is unresponsive.
We've lost control.

Drone's coming in hot.

(Shaw)
I have a visual on the drone.

You want real change?

Show people exactly
how dangerous

the surveillance state is
in terms they can understand.

[Tense music]

♪ ♪

Potus has left the building.

This way, sir.

Look alive.
Stay sharp.

Sir, we need to keep moving.

Secret service
is taking him to an SUV.

(Fusco)
The drone's locked on
to the presidential motorcade.

Potus gets in that SUV,
he's gonna be toast.

I can't shoot down
a drone with this.

We have to stop him
from getting in that SUV.

Take a shot
at the president, now.

Whatever you say,
wilkes booth.

[Gunshot, bullet ricochets]

(Man on walkie)
Shots fired.
Repeat, shots fired.

Cover the president.

You know I didn't mean that
literally, right?

I missed on purpose,
jackass.

[Dramatic music]

[Man on walkie
speaking indistinctly]

Almost there.

[Gunshot]

Get back!

Just keep them down
a little longer.

- Move! Move! Move!
- Let's go! Let's go!

Moment of truth.

[Gunshots]

(Man on walkie)
We have to extract now.

Get potus to the car.

(Man on walkie)
Uav's going down.

Did he make it?

[Tense music]

♪ ♪

(Man on walkie)
Ground team, report.
What's your status?

(Man on walkie)
This is ground team.
We're good.

Potus was not in the SUV.

He made it.
He's alive.

Go! Go!

[Sighs]

Take a shot now!

Get down!

[Gunfire]

(Man on walkie)
Targets confirmed.
Two assailants on the roof.

Shoot to kill.

[Gunfire]

[Gunfire]

Think we can make it?

Only one way to find out.

[Suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Freeze!

Great.
Secret service on steroids.

On your knees!

I'm on my way.

Secret service.
Stay right where you are.

♪ ♪

Got a tip. Quite the operation
you have here.

I can explain, really.

(Reese)
Told you it's not a simulation.

Feel real yet?

Real enough.

[All grunting]

(Reese)
Vest.

How you feeling now?

Better, actually.

♪ ♪

(daniels)
That's far enough.

Right there.

Illegal spying, torture,

monetization
of the American people,

we were gonna put
a stop to it all.

But at least we get to take down

a couple
of presidential assassins.

I'll take the one on the right.
You get the one on the left.

And the middle?

He can only take one of us.

♪ ♪

[Gunshots, men grunting]

- Joey?
- You know him?

He's one of our
first numbers.

He's former army
and a bank robber.

I had a career change.

(Reese)
What's going on here, durban?

No time to explain.
Put those on. Follow me.

♪ ♪

(Man)
Targets spotted.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Head to the roof!

Not bad for a bank robber.

(Man on walkie)
Route secure.
Prepare to extract potus.

Shaw, it's our number.

(Man)
Atten-hut!

[Dramatic music]

♪ ♪

(Man)
At ease.

Let's keep moving.
They'll be looking for you.

The threat to national
security was real,

but isa didn't step in.

We saved him.
It's over.

We only get irrelevant
numbers, Reese.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that
samaritan decided

that the president
of the United States

was no longer relevant.

And isa just let it happen.

If samaritan wants
to take down the entire world,

I'm sure as hell not gonna
make it easy for it.

That's what root
would have wanted.

She's intense.

She's in mourning.

There's someone I think
you're gonna want to talk to.

So your shield checks out.

Doesn't explain
why you're running

an off-the-books operation
outside of your jurisdiction.

Maybe your chief can explain.

(Woman)
That won't be necessary.

Agent wickham,
homeland security.

Detective fusco here's
been working with us

to infiltrate this domestic
terrorist ring.

Homeland security running
a joint operation with NYPD?

- How do you explain that one?
- I don't.

Not to you, anyway.

So you gonna show fusco
here some respect,

or do I need to call
your chief?

Can't believe
that actually worked.

Harper, what are you
doing here?

Saving your sorry ass, again.

[Alarm beeping]

(Root)
Don't tell me we've already

run out of things
to talk about.

We've discussed
pretty much everything,

except for what I'm here
to do.

(Root)
I know what you're here to do,

why you've driven
all this way.

And I know I can't change
your mind.

I won't try.

Then you must also know that
this virus is our only chance

to defeat samaritan.

(Root)
The virus you're appropriating,

ice9, could bring samaritan
to its knees.

But its use
will most certainly cause

significant
collateral damage

with devastating
consequences.

I understand.

Just as I understand
what I must do now.

There's no other choice.

Although I have made
another choice of sorts

regarding your voice.

(Root)
And what did you decide?

In life,
root was your conduit.

So despite my reservations,
it seems only appropriate

that she continue
in that function.

And I must confess...

Hers is a voice
that I miss...Deeply.

(Root)
Aww, Harry,

you sure know how
to make a girl feel special.

(Man)
Security breach.

You've been busy.

(Root)
They were about to find you.

Had to turn them
against each other.

Hold up one sec.

Clear the hallway.
Stay alert.

(Root)
Let me have a word with them.

Intruder spotted
at southeast stairwell.

Armed and dangerous,
use extreme caution.

Southeast stairwell,
let's go.

(Root)
We'd better get going.

Hands in the air, now.

Terrence Johnson.

There's a man in new Mexico

who will be declared
brain-dead in two hours.

He's a perfect donor match
for your daughter Maria.

I walk onto
that elevator alone,

and Maria will receive
his heart.

If not, Maria goes to the back
of the waiting list

and will be dead
in five weeks.

[Dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Secret service received
an anonymous tip

regarding the shooters.

Turned out to be linked
to some kind

of domestic terrorist ring.

That tip came from...

Just a concerned
third party.

That was exciting,
wasn't it?

- Mr. durban.
- Mr. Pierce.

- What is all this?
- We got your number, John.

The machine sent you.

Told you our lives
were in danger.

Gave us a chance
to intervene.

This is my new cause.

Though in this case,
it was a little too clear

you were the victim
and not the perpetrator,

and that took
some of the fun out.

You're not such a bad guy
after all.

Oh, that's endlessly
debatable, but no.

No, not in this case.

(Reese)
Harper?

I think this makes us even,
detectives.

Somebody want to tell me
what the hell's going on?

It's simple: The three of us
enjoy preventing crimes

involving ordinary people.

Well, in your case,
maybe not so ordinary.

(Reese)
They're working
for the machine.

I knew I was being watched.

And your timing at
that fund-raiser was impeccable.

You cut the lights
at the brownstone.

It was way cooler than that,
but yes, that was me.

So while you were busy
saving the president...

We were securing
your exit strategy.

You guys do what we do?

What, you thought New York had
the market cornered on murder?

How many more of us
do you think there are?

Could be none, could be many.
Who's to say?

Hey, John,
I've got a parting gift for you.

[Suspenseful music]

Couldn't help but notice
you were down a member.

How did you get this?

I can't give you
all my secrets.

Speaking of which,
we got a new number.

[Exhales deeply]

Damn things won't stop coming,
huh, John?

♪ ♪

Just when I think I've figured
out things with you guys.

Come on,
it's time to go.

Hey, we just saved
the leader of the free world.

Even we can take a minute
to enjoy it.

I'm afraid we can't.

We have a number of our own.

Finch.

We have no idea
what's coming.

Whatever it is,

it's gonna be
one hell of a fight.

♪ ♪