All language subtitles for Person Of Interest S05e12 .Exe

(Root)
Harold, have you wondered
how we got to this place?

Afraid I'm all too well aware.

(Root)
You seem very calm,
considering you commandeered

the world's most lethal virus.

I assume you've given thought
to the ramifications

of what you're about to do.

Of course I have.

But it's the only way
to stop Samaritan.

(Root)
I sense a tone of regret
in your voice.

Call it responsibility

for the situation
I've put our friends in.

(Root)
They've always been aware
of the risk, Harold.

But it started with me.

(Root)
Yes.

When you created me,

your machine.

Is that what you regret?

It's understandable
for you to ask the question,

"What if?"

It's pointless, I'm sure.

(Root)
Is it?

I can tell you with
a fair amount of certainty,

the world would have been
a very different place

had I never existed.

Harold, I knew you would come,
my friend.

Ah!

(Woman)
He's building the Machine
for one U.S. dollar.

(Ingram)
Something happened this morning.

If we don't change the world,
someone else will.

[Machine beeping]

[tense music]

¶ ¶

Got anything stronger?

Nathan.

Welcome back.

So how did you fare
in our nation's capital?

You tell me.

The government wants
to extend us another five years.

Those contracts are worth
nearly $1/2 billion.

Suppose that means I need
to get back to work.

[laughs]

You do realize technically that
neither us need to work anymore.

I think that deserves
a toast.

[liquid pouring]

¶ ¶

To achieving the dream.

[glasses clink]

¶ ¶

[sighs]

Did you ever think we'd make it
this far when we started out?

I wasn't sure
we'd make it at all.

[chuckles]
Any regrets?

Oh...

Sometimes I wonder
if we couldn't have done

something more....

meaningful.

You mean the DoD project.

Harold,
that's ancient history.

I know, but I sometimes think
if we'd have kept trying,

maybe it would have worked.

Maybe we'd have stopped
those other attacks.

Or the attacks might
have happened regardless.

We made a choice
that was right for us.

And you can bet

if the government
wants a system like that,

they'll have it someday,

if they don't have it already.

And we dodged a bullet

not getting in bed
with those CIA bastards.

If anything had went wrong,

we'd have taken
the fall for it.

You're right, I'm sure.

Well, I really do need
to get back to work now.

So--hey, so are you good
for dinner tomorrow?

Because, you know,
Olivia invited

that friend of hers
I told you about.

I'm afraid I can't make it.

Harold, there's more
to life than just work.

Much more.

I really do appreciate
your efforts, Nathan.

But I feel like
if it was meant to be,

it would've already happened.

I just want you to be happy,
my friend.

And I am.

[chuckles]

¶ ¶

So Nathan would have lived.

(Root)
Yes.
And you were never injured.

But...Grace?

(Root)
Given the laws of probability,

you would have never met her.

[somber music]

What else?

(Root)
I think that'll have to wait.

Hey, who the hell are you?

What are you doing in my house?

Lower your voice,
Mr. Barnett.

You'll wake your wife
and daughter.

The combination on your gun safe
has been changed,

and your home alarm system
is disabled.

You're welcome to retreat
into your panic room.

I'll be done shortly.

I'd advise against contacting
the authorities.

Unless you want the FBI
to learn about Seltene.

What did you say?

The restaurant in Bern

where you sold members
of Russia's FSB

your propagation module

used to distribute spyware
against U.S. technology firms.

What do you want?

I have something here

that requires
a voice-activated password

and your aforementioned
propagation module.

That's a virus.

My God.

Ice-nine.

You're gonna take down
the internet.

Been there, done that.

I'm going after bigger game.

So.

If you can manage
to forget about me,

I'll see to it
that I forget about you.

Are we clear?

[tense music]

Wait.

Who are you?

Who am I?

I'm just like you,
Mr. Barnett.

A man who sold the world.

Only I charged them $1.

And right now, I need
to borrow a few things.

Your vehicle, for starters.

¶ ¶

Novelty notwithstanding,
I could have driven myself.

(Root)
Yes, but why leave anything
to chance?

You have enough to think about.

Given your propensity
for calculating probabilities,

what chance of success
do you give us?

(Root)
You know I can't lie
to you, Harold.

Let's call it the definition
of a long shot.

But it's the only one
we've got.

Indeed.

[tense music]

¶ ¶

Nobody home.

Finch hasn't been here.

Has anyone?

[dog barking]

[chuckles]
Hi, buddy.

Atta boy, Bear.

(Shaw)
So when was the last time
anyone saw Finch?

It's been over a week.

Since he broke out
of that prison,

Finch and the Machine
have gone radio silent.

Maybe Samaritan
caught up to him.

I say we grab a couple
of its flunkies,

see what we can squeeze
out of them.

No, it's too risky.

We can't afford
any more losses.

What we need is a strategy.

Okay, well, you just heard mine.

So you think of a better one,

you give me a call.

[phone rings]

¶ ¶

[indistinct conversations]

[suspenseful music]

Hey, what's all
the hubbub about?

You didn't hear?

Bunch of bodies turned up
in some demo'd tunnel in Queens

Still trying to ID 'em all.

¶ ¶

[keyboard clacking]

Serial killer.

(LeRoux)
Detective Fusco.

Agent LeRoux, remember?

It's good to see you again.

Yeah, nice to see you.

¶ ¶

You mind stepping in?

¶ ¶

[keyboard clacking]

(Reese)
Shaw, come take a look at this.

(Shaw)
Who is it?

Greer.

(Shaw)
That's the number
the machine sent us?

Close, it gave us
the social of his alias.

(Shaw)
Philip Hayes, Office of
Inter-Governmental Affairs.

Located in D.C.

Looks like we're headed back
to the Beltway.

You think Greer's planning
to kill Finch?

More like the other way around.

I think Finch
is gonna kill Greer.

(Reese)
Or die trying.

[suspenseful music]

(Valet)
Any luggage, sir?

- None.
- Very good.

¶ ¶

Your plane is fueled and ready,
Mr. Barnett.

¶ ¶

(Reese)
There's a system listening
through every microphone,

watching through every camera.

(Fusco)
You got lucky.

Carter saved my life.

She saved me from myself.

[gun clicks]

(Man)
You ready to get to work,
Officer?

[computer beeping]

(woman)
Hey, is that who I think it is?

(man)
Is that Fusco?

- What's he doing here?
- Get a load of this.

[somber music]

Hey, Symanski.

You gotta be kiddin' me.

What?

Can smell the booze on you
from here.

You got a lot of balls coming
back in here, Fusco.

You watch your mouth.
I did 20 years on this job.

Full pension.

The only reason
you're not rotting in the can

with the rest
of your dirty HR pals

is because you were
the first rat to flip.

Now what do you want?

I need some discovery info
on a case.

Photos on that Watson
domestic charge.

Figures.

Scumbag ballplayer smacks
his girl around,

you're gonna work for
his high-priced mouthpiece.

They took my badge.

You know, I got to
make a living too.

You're probably better off.

There's a hiring freeze on.

No overtime.

Yeah, I saw the numbers.

Homicides are down, huh?

Everything's down,
except missing persons.

We're just closing cold cases
from the updated DNA database.

Hey, you gonna let me have
those photos or what?

Sorry.

Gonna have to go through
the new loo.

New lieutenant?

¶ ¶

(Fusco)
Carter.

They promoted her?

(Szymanski)
Yeah, I don't think she'd take
too kindly to you being here.

Given she busted your ass
and all.

¶ ¶

(Root)
Detective Fusco clearly
had a hard go of it.

Fell in with a bad crowd.

He always was
his own worst enemy.

(Root)
Lionel never met anyone who...

recalibrated his moral compass.

Not Reese
and certainly not Carter.

But Carter lived.
Prospered.

(Root)
So it would seem.

Course, it's a little more
complicated than that.

As is life.

(Root)
I believe our client
has landed.

[suspenseful music]

¶ ¶

(Finch)
Monsieur Bertrand.

Fort Meade?

(Bertrand)
S'il vous plait.

Merci bien.

¶ ¶

So what's this all about?

Dozen bodies just turned up
in that collapsed tunnel?

I mean who called in the Feds?

Well, the Chief of D's and
the Commissioner's going nuts.

They want answers.

Care to share any evidence
on this, Detective?

I know about as much
as you do.

Do you know anything about this?

[tense music]

¶ ¶

It was found right here
in the office.

That's something, huh?

It appears someone was looking
into these missing persons

before they turned up
in the tunnel.

I'm Homicide.

They don't kick 'em to me
till they're already dead.

Well, they're definitely
dead now.

Looks like we're gonna be
working together

again, Detective.

[somber music]

Did you get anything?

This was the only address

for the Office of
Intra-Governmental Affairs.

How long has it been empty?

Building manager said
half a year.

Just a front for Greer
in the Beltway.

Probably wasn't
ever even here.

Why the hell does
the Machine want us

to chase down Greer anyway?

We find Greer,
we'll find Harold.

[phone ringing]

[suspenseful music]

[tense music]

¶ ¶

Stop right there.

¶ ¶

Pop the trunk, please.

I have Monsieur Bertrand,

NATO Defense Minister
of Intelligence.

¶ ¶

Please remember, no electronic
devices inside the facility.

Of course.

Thank you, sir.

¶ ¶

(Shaw)
What is it?

It's not
a Social Security number.

3965112N
7646192W.

Geographic coordinates?

Latitude and longitude
to a location...

That's Fort Meade.

I'm not sure about
these other numbers though.

Come on.
We'll deal with it later.

[speaks French]

Pardon, monsieur, if you could
just drop me off at the curb

and then, uh,
just wait for me in the lot.

[tense music]

Wait, qu'est ce que--
what are you doing?

They building is over there.

Je suis desolé, monsieur.

But I'm afraid now
we must switch places.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Fortunately, we're the same
height, hair, and eye color.

Although the retinal scan
could get tricky...

[speaking rapid French]

¶ ¶

Ketamine, just a sedative.

By the time you wake up,

I will have finished
my business inside.

¶ ¶

(Peck)
The only way to be that accurate

is with illegal surveillance
on a massive scale.

(Finch)
The answer to your question
is yes.

It exists,
and it's watching us right now.

Please, Mr. Peck,
go and live your life.

(Peck)
In each case, a single name
was added to what I wrote.

And each time, that name
turned out to be the key

to stopping
a major terrorist attack.

[exhales sharply]

The only way to be that accurate

is with illegal surveillance
on a massive scale.

After 9/11, the government
wanted a system

that could watch everyone
and everything,

and if I'm right, then somebody
really built the damn thing,

which is why I called you.

You did the right thing.

Your secret is safe with us.

The Office of Special Counsel
is my only recourse.

And I've begun to fear
for my safety.

Well, our job is to protect.

Have you told anyone else
about this?

No.
It's just you.

That's good.

[silenced gunshots]

[groans]

It makes my job
a lot easier.

[grunts]

Thanks for the drink.

[clears throat]

¶ ¶

Target's down.

I know you hate small talk,
Shaw,

but why didn't you
hear the guy out first?

Sounds like he had a story
to tell.

We weren't sent to listen
to stories, Cole.

We were sent to eliminate
a mole.

[keyboard clacking]

How is it
you're always so sure?

Because the Intel
is never wrong.

You'd be wise to remember that.

That is very distressing.

But is makes sense that Ms. Shaw
would have continued

to work
for her previous employer,

since they never attempted
to kill her.

(Root)
Though she never
would have met Root.

Or lost her.

(Root)
For this next step,

I recommend you keep your phone
in your bag.

(Man)
Please take a plastic container
and place all items in the bin.

Please remember, no personal
electronic devices

are allowed inside the building.

¶ ¶

[machine beeping]
(Guard) Come on through.

¶ ¶

Thank you.

Merci.

All items in the bin,
please.

¶ ¶

You're all clear, ma'am,
thank you.

What's the purpose
of your visit?

(in French accent)
NATO, Defense Minister

of Intelligence,

here to see
the Deputy Director.

He is expecting me.

[suspenseful music]

[alarm beeping]

Ma'am, I'm gonna need you
to step aside.

- Why, what's going on?
- Ma'am, please.

What?
What?

- This will only take a moment.
- What's going on?

Pardon, monsieur,
I'm running very late.

Sorry, Minister.

A liaison will be down shortly
to escort you upstairs.

Thank you for that.

(Root)
You're welcome.

Now I'm afraid this
is where I'm get off.

The entire building is shielded
in copper mesh.

It's a Faraday cage.
No signals in or out.

(Root)
I've still got some work to do
on the NATO security database.

I'll see you back
on the outside.

That's if I make it back.

(Root)
Think positive, Harry.

(Reese)
The NSA?

How did Finch
get inside the Shadow Factory?

(Shaw)
Crypto-nerds with an ear
up everyone's ass.

Orwell was too optimistic.

(Reese)
Three layer security.

S barricade, armed guard shack,
and a manned .50 cal bunker.

You want the guard shack
or the .50 cal?

You kidding me?

In less than 30 seconds,
we'd be overrun

by army MPs, NSA Police,
and contract triggers.

Oh, that's strange.

The Lat-Long the Machine
sent us actually

points to that monstrosity
next door.

(Reese)
That's a recycling plant
for the NSA's churn and burn.

Well, that's one hell
of a paper shredder.

(Reese)
Turns all their classified docs
into pizza boxes.

A lot of trucks going
in and out.

Yeah, exactly.

[tense music]

¶ ¶

[scanner beeps]

[scanner buzzes]

Ah!

[scanner beeps and buzzes]

Is there a problem, sir?

Oh, for some reason, this
scanner is not recognizing me.

You have security clearance
for this floor, sir?

Of course, it's just
this infernal machine.

[machine beeps]

(Finch)
Ah, there we go.

Damn thing
is always glitching on me.

The electrons.

Have a nice day.

¶ ¶

[suspenseful music]

¶ ¶

[keyboard clacking]

[computer beeping]

¶ ¶

[tense music]

¶ ¶

(Reese)
Burn bag chutes
for classified docs.

Empties out
into a churning vat.

Well, if we're gonna get
to Finch, that's our way in.

Come on.

[door squeaks]

What?

You're claustrophobic?

Just remember what happened

to that fat German kid
in Willy Wonka.

Get back.

Once we're inside,

we are gonna need covers.

Copy that.
[gun cocks]

¶ ¶

[somber music]

¶ ¶

I wish there was another way.

¶ ¶

I'm sorry.

¶ ¶

[gun cocks]

Not another word,
Mr. Finch.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

(Fusco)
Where the hell are you guys?

The bodies I found
down in those tunnels?

The Feds are in
on the whole thing.

Call me.

¶ ¶

Moron.

You just wouldn't listen,
would you?

¶ ¶

(Travers)
Welcome to the operation center,
Mr. Finch.

¶ ¶

Bonjour, Harold.

We've been expecting you.

I understand you uploaded
your stolen virus

onto the NSA's intranet.

Seems you almost succeeded
in launching it.

Looks like he had some help.

From your precious Machine,
no doubt.

You think you've won,
but you haven't.

What I think, Harold,

is that it's time we had
another talk.

(Greer)
Our game of cat and mouse
seems to be coming to an end.

(Finch)
I don't consider this a game,
and it's not over yet.

Isn't it?

You uploaded the virus,

but you didn't activate it.

That requires your voice.

You think the Machine
can't replicate my voice?

I imagine it could.

But does your Machine
know the password?

Or more importantly,

does it know what would happen
if the virus is launched?

Have you told it
the truth, Harold?

That it may destroy Samaritan,

but it would kill your Machine
as well.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

I'm sure the Machine has
surmised as much already.

And it understands that some
sacrifices are as unavoidable

as they are necessary.

But do you understand, Harold?

That's why you hesitated,
isn't it?

You don't want to murder
your creation.

The one you resurrected
from the dead.

Well, Samaritan
doesn't want that either.

Oh, how is that?

When you've tried to destroy
the Machine at every turn?

Not true.

Samaritan was distraught
when it appeared

that your ASI
had been extinguished.

They may be at odds,

but they're the only two gods
of their kind.

And the next step
on the evolutionary ladder.

That next step
cannot be taken

at the expense
of the current one.

Come with me, Harold.
I want to show you something.

¶ ¶

Now that it's just
the two of us,

how about you tell me
what you really know

about my organization?

I know your people
are behind the bodies.

But I don't know why.

I also know a blond bearded guy
is the killer.

Jeff Blackwell.

That's not bad, Detective.

But you're only half right.

The bodies are on me.

You put down
all those people?

It had to be done.

You're a lunatic.

[chuckles]

Don't worry, Detective.
I got your back.

When they pull the bullets
out of your body,

they'll match those found
in all the others.

It'll look like you got
too close to the serial killer,

and you wound up
one of his victims.

You'll die a hero.

[dramatic music]

(Greer)
For a genius,
you are truly obstinate

in the face of evidence.

How can you deny the good
that Samaritan has done?

(Greer)
Global food distribution,
preemptive health screening.

(Finch)
So there are people
you've helped.

What about the people
you've killed?

A small minority, Mr. Finch.

And all to effect
a greater good.

(Travers)
We sorted them.

Reallocated resources, removed
inefficiencies, obstacles...

Whistleblowers.
Truth tellers.

It's not truth.

It's ignorance.

We're dragging humanity
to a higher plane.

An ASI is the only thing
that can save this planet.

Or get us to another one,
if need be.

Humanity has always managed
to survive on its own.

With a little help
from the gods.

A flood is coming.

The Great Filter.

And Samaritan is building an ark
for us to board, two by two.

Oh?
Which species gets left behind?

Those that cannot adapt.

Samaritan wants a companion
as well, Harold.

Your Machine.

Come.

Your cover.

[suspenseful music]

¶ ¶

Shaw.

This room number corresponds
with part of the sequence

the Machine sent us in D.C.

Let's see what's
behind door number one.

[door buzzes]

¶ ¶

NSA's evidence lock-up.

What was the last number left
on that sequence?

80211.

Those are specs for wireless
communications, Wi-Fi.

A modem?

A wireless modem.
Here.

¶ ¶

Comes with some impressive
auspices.

Why would the Machine point us

to something
we could find at Target?

Maybe because it needs something
in here, not out there.

A network to reach Finch.

We're gonna need a NIPRNet line
to the outside.

(Man)
Hey, what are you doing in here?

Oh, hey, yeah--
we're just--

we were just looking
for some bad guys.

We got a breach,
evidence room.

[gunshots]

Look at that.
Found one.

We need to move now.

Sorry, pal.

I'm giving you the opportunity
to save your Machine,

which you so clearly love
and loves you in return.

For what purpose?

Samaritan would consider
your Machine a much-needed peer

for what promises
to be a fantastic voyage.

This virus you uploaded

is nothing but a tragic mistake.

Tell me, after
it's eradicated both ASIs,

what then?

Then we go back to letting
humanity determine its own fate.

Surely you're not that naive.

You know another ASI
would soon arise.

Not for certain I don't,
and neither do you.

Proliferation is inevitable.

- So is progress.
- Progress?

That eliminates free will
and renders humanity irrelevant?

You've gone mad.

Sir, there's been
a security breach.

We've got five men down.

How many hostiles?

Two.
A man and a woman.

A response team's
been dispatched.

You are the problem.

Samaritan's code was conceived
by Arthur Claypool,

who was a good man.

You have corrupted it.

I didn't corrupt Samaritan any
more than I can control it now.

That would be like the apes
controlling us.

It's impossible.

Let go, Harold.

Join us.

Ceding control
is not the answer,

because you will never know

if Samaritan has any real
concern for human life,

for all human lives.

And that is why
I will not join you

or ever allow
our machines to join.

[chuckles]

Thank you for answering
my question.

Funny, it sounded
like a demand.

Not that question.

But whether your Machine
knows the password

to deploy the virus.

[dramatic music]

From the very beginning,
when you crippled your Machine,

you denied it the same power
that you enjoy.

Autonomy.

It's always required
your permission,

because it never had your trust.

And you just said it,

you wouldn't cede control.

That tells Samaritan
that only you know the password.

For such a brilliant mind,

you are a terrible chess player,

which is why you've
already lost.

¶ ¶

[lock clicks]

[whooshing]

Two pieces trapped on a board.

(Greer)
Despite your lessons
to the Machine,

the life of a pawn is not worth
the same as a queen.

This room is soundproofed.

No microphones,
no way to activate the virus.

The fire suppression system
will suck the oxygen

from this room within seconds.

Samaritan will kill you too.

The queen sacrifice.

So be it.

Be at peace, Harold.

We have created a new world,

with our lives
and now with our deaths,

Samaritan's survival is ensured,

as is life's evolution.

[wheezes]

History will revere us.

¶ ¶

[gasping]

¶ ¶

[pained gasping and wheezing]

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

[rasping]

¶ ¶

Three...Eight...

Five...Eight.

[wheezing]

¶ ¶

[heaving gasp]

[cell phone ringing]

[panting]

¶ ¶

(Root)
Harold?

I'm here.

(Root)
Are you okay?

I'm here...
yes.

Yes.

[panting]

Thanks to you.

(Root)
Don't thank me.

Shaw and the big lug found
a way in to reconnect us.

Aren't reunions nice?

Are Mr. Reese and Ms. Shaw
in danger?

(Root)
Of course they are.
But so are you, Harry.

You're free to come to
their aid,

but you might forfeit
your only chance

to deploy the virus
into Samaritan.

And you've always known,

John has been on borrowed time.

(Finch)
You need a purpose.

More specifically,
you need a job.

(Woman)
Sorry to have to tell you this,
but Jessica died.

(Finch)
I'm so sorry.

(Jessica)
You told me to wait for you,

and say those words,
and I will.

(Root)
He saved her.
Jessica.

The love of his life.

He left the CIA in time
to confront her husband, Peter.

But while Reese's actions
saved her,

they also showed her a darkness
she'd never seen in him before.

It terrified her.

After Jessica turned him away,

he had nothing.

No purpose.

His body washed up on the
shoreline of the East River

a few months later.

Take me to them.

[suspenseful music]

- It's a dead end.
- Apt description.

(Finch) Mr. Reese, Ms. Shaw.
- Finch?

(Finch)
You'll want to remove
your earwigs.

What, why?

(Finch)
I trust you can shoot
in the dark.

Get down!

[high pitched frequency sounds]

[gunshots]

All of Fort Meade will be
on our asses in seconds.

(Finch)
In that case,
I suggest you keep moving.

That's easy for you to say.

[doors clank]

[dramatic percussive music]

¶ ¶

This way.

¶ ¶

Orders.

(Man)
East corridor.
Eliminate all targets.

We got Samaritan Ops
in droves.

Safe bet Greer's here.

He is,
but he's no longer a threat.

- Why not?
- He's dead.

What?

He sacrificed himself
in an attempt to stop me.

From doing what?

Cleaning the slate.

The Machine's triggered
a bomb thread.

They're evacuating the building.

If you turn right,
when you leave this room,

you'll see the south exit
at the end of the corridor.

There'll be a car waiting there.

Let it drive for you.

You have two minutes.

We're not leaving here
without you.

6:00.

(Shaw)
We got company.

Harold, get back.

[gunshots]

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[men grunting]

¶ ¶

[gunshots]

¶ ¶

Thanks.

That guy was getting
on my nerves.

Finch?

[tense music]

Finch!

[doors clanking]

[lock clicking]

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Go now.
Hurry.

Damn you, Finch.

Good-bye, John.

Careful,
it's slippery down here.

Thanks for your concern.

You realize this isn't personal,
Detective.

You just backed the wrong horse.

Yeah, well, it's a good thing
the race ain't over yet.

See, there's your biggest flaw.

An unwillingness
to see the world has changed.

Trust me,
that's not my biggest flaw.

See, even your sense of humor no
longer has a place in the world.

Sadly, neither do you.

Yeah, well, I don't want
any part of a world

where you're the good guy.

So noted, Detective.

Sorry.

[tense music]

¶ ¶

[dramatic music]

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[gun clicks]

You should have been checking me
for a vest

instead of running your mouth
so much.

So what now, Detective?

That's a good question.

See, you and me,

we aren't alike.

We aren't alike at all.

You're some kind of new breed.

The kind that would kill me
if I gave you the chance.

So the question is,

if I let you live,

is that the end of me?

End of my family?

Or do I play by your rules

and just make you disappear?

(Man)
We have an active shooter.

(Root)
Reese and Shaw
have made it to safety.

Thank you.

(Root)
You okay, Harry?

Why did you show me
those simulations?

(Root)
I knew you were still unsure
about deploying the virus,

because of what
it would mean for me.

So I showed you a world
without your Machine

to help you with your decision.

But it remains just that--

your decision.

But the world without you wasn't
definitely better or worse

than the one
we currently inhabit.

It was just...different.

(Root)
Are you sure, Harold?

I don't understand.

(Root)
Well, there's one more
simulation I can show you.

[somber music]

Now might be
an appropriate time.

In addition to eradicating
terrorism threats,

we've also seen municipal
crime plummet,

unemployment rates fall,

and increased efficiencies

in both education
and medicine.

No one's arguing
with the results

of your little
science experiment.

But some of my colleagues
in Congress have concerns.

Concerns, Senator?

And what might those be?

That your system has
exceeded its mandate.

Its mandate
is to keep society safe.

By watching and reporting
from the sidelines,

not stepping into the game.

Samaritan follows no mandate
other than its own.

That attitude won't win many
hearts and minds back in D.C.

Senator Garrison,
you're tired.

Go back to Washington,

and tell your colleagues
to focus on their jobs

while they still have them.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

Sir, if you don't mind my
asking, is everything okay?

Perfectly fine, Ms. Groves.

The senator
is merely a messenger

bearing news of resistance

from those who still cling

to the grand illusion
of democracy.

[scoffs]

They'll never truly appreciate
all that Samaritan's given them.

They're not capable.

They're just bad code.

Speaking of bad code,

I fear the senator has outlived
his usefulness.

I'll take care of that, sir.

So Samaritan would have come
to exist, regardless.

(Root)
Yes, and would have extended
its invisible reach

into every corner of society,

eliminating anyone
who dared question

its vision of the world,

because there would be nothing
and no one

to stand in its way.

Now I understand.

(Root)
What is it?

I promised you
I would never hurt you again.

(Root)
I know.

But in breaking this promise,

you'll be helping to fulfill
a much larger one.

¶ ¶

[computer beeping and humming]

[somber music]

¶ ¶

I'm aware of that.

I'm also aware that life,
humanity, will endure,

whether or not
my Machine exists.

The same cannot be said
of a world under your control.

My Machine--
her purpose has been constant:

to protect and save humanity.

It's what she's doing now.

¶ ¶

[tense music]

(Root)
Eight letters.

Your decision, Harold.

Eight letters?

You knew all along.

(Root)
Maybe I know you
better than yourself.

¶ ¶

Dashwood.

[dramatic music]

(Root)
Now we can go.

Thank you.

¶ ¶