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Where's Shaw?

Sameen risked everything
at the stock exchange.

You think she's dead.

What's our final destination?

I've traced the truck
to these new coordinates

to what looks like
a small town upstate.

We're late.

66 hours.
A rescue's overdue.

Sameen's gonna kill us.

Well, she can't fault us
for lack of effort.

You've caused mayhem
over five states.

And we only have one clue
to show for it.

One clue is plenty.
It narrows focus.

If she's in the truck.

We find the
truck, we find Sameen.

Don't give up on her, Harold.

I haven't lost hope.

So this is where
the truck disappeared?

Maple, New York.

Remember, our enemy is watching.

And beyond the reach
of our mesh net,

we need to speak with discretion
and tread carefully.

What's today's cover?

Detective Alice Ginsburg.

You got a new partner, Columbo.

Lionel's gonna love that.

Oh, that reminds me.

I need to ask his assistance.

Good luck.

And please...

be safe.

We will, Harold.

Detective?

Sorry to just drop in.

What's the news?

Sadly, none.

How are you holding up?

Just dandy.

Got the captain on my ass

about the absence
of my partner.

Tap dancing as fast as I can.

Well, I'm sure
you're quite busy.

Hey, Glasses.

You didn't come here to check
on my mental health, did you?

No, there was a small matter,
but I can take care of it.

It one of those people
needs saving?

I'm all over it.

I don't want to distract you.

I need some air anyway.

Can't breathe in here.

Unless Samaritan likes
hot chocolate and cider,

we might've taken a wrong turn.

We haven't.

The Founders' Day committee
would like to thank everyone

involved in putting on
this fair,

especially Mayor Dowd.

Today we celebrate 212 years
of history in Maple,

the biggest little
manufacturing hub in upstate.

Town could use
a better tagline.

When you kidnapped Finch,

the Machine helped me
to find you.

We should ask it for a clue.

I did.

She doesn't know
anything more than we do.

There's only two roads
into and out of Maple.

Local PD should have security
footage from the toll booths.

I don't see why Samaritan
would have spirited Shaw

all the way
out to Pleasantville.

Don't judge a town
by its cider.

Monsters love small towns.

Have you found
him yet, Detective?

Yeah.

Some schlub here with a tyke.

The man is Albert Weiss.

He's a sales associate at the
Prime Hardware in Jersey City.

He's in town
to visit his niece, Rosie.

This guy's a puppy
that's been kicked too often.

Who'd want to kill
a sad sack like that?

Glasses,

someone else
got eyes on this guy.

Remember Dani Silva?

Detective Silva
is watching Mr. Weiss?

Perhaps she has
some information.

She's IA.

Even if I wasn't in your league
of misfits, I'd steer clear.

Ah, damn it.

Hey!

Catching some sun in the park?

You on a job,
or you playing hooky, Fusco?

What, are you gonna
write me up?

Nah.

I'm out of Internal Affairs.

I transferred to Gang Division.

You here for that guy?

He's in some kind
of trouble, right?

I think so.

Weiss shows up in a couple
cold missing person cases.

He's on
two different witness lists.

Cases are years apart.

Maybe he stumbled
across something,

knows too much
for his own good.

Whatever he's into,
it's bad news.

We need to take a
look at your security tapes.

Chief, NYPD here to see you.

Someone didn't join
the Mickey Mouse Club.

The hell brings NYPD here?

We're investigating a homicide.

That so?

Nothing like that in Maple.

Triple homicide in Brooklyn.

Perp fled this way
in a refrigerated truck.

We need to check
your surveillance tapes,

see if he passed through.

A truck, huh?

If that's all right with you.

Chief Wicker.

Call me Wick.

Come on, then.

Look at you.

Some kind of whiz kid?

I'm good with computers.

Huh.
I got skills too.

You ever fired
a Remington 870P shotgun?

Fight between a computer
and one of those,

I'll tell you which would win.

Boom.

Serious stuff
for a peaceful town.

Oh.

Wick loves his guns.

You know, Wick had
a scandal a while back.

Abuse of power.

But last summer,

the mayor jumped him
all the way to chief.

Lucky son of a gun.

Huh.

Hey, some kids are outside

spraying graffiti
on those patrol cars.

What?

Hmm.

One piece of footage
is corrupted.

I'm gonna need to take a look
at the hard backups.

The DVDs are locked in storage.

You want 'em, you're gonna
have to let me in on the case...

over drinks.

Well, sure.

If I can find the time.

Don't be coy.

I don't like coy.

Coy's not my thing either.

I never thought I'd say this...

but you got to be more careful.

You found the truck.

It entered Maple
and never left.

Shaw's still here in town.

Hold on, Shaw.

We're close.

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Welcome to Maple.

What brings you to town?

Catching up with a friend.

How long you two
had this place?

Laura bought it
a half year ago.

- Larry, go help her with that.
- Oh.

I'm fine.

This doesn't weigh a thing.

You sure I
can't give you a hand?

Thanks.
I'd rather not be disturbed.

I've got business to attend to.

You elevate
abduction to an art.

Always travel
with an empty suitcase.

Never know what
you might pick up.

Yeah, but anyone who realizes
the chief is gone,

they're gonna come
looking for us.

We're fighting a clock now.

We're already on a clock.

The longer it takes us
to find Sameen...

Our rival hid the truck footage.

Maybe they're hiding
something else.

Your surveillance.

Any other footage corrupted
in the last couple of days?

I don't know who the hell
you think you are,

but you two better hope--

Answer the question, Chief.

Setup's buggy,
video disappears time to time.

Not recently, though.

When footage is corrupted,

is it concentrated
to a geographic area?

How should I know?

What's this got to do
with anything in my juris--

You talk so much
and say so little.

I found the truck.

It has an eagle-shaped
hood ornament.

I spoke to a rest stop waitress
who had seen it.

It was abandoned
three days ago.

It's been impounded.

Let's move...

as soon as I make Wick
more comfortable.

Here's a list of the missing
person cases by date.

I got Weiss'
credit card statements

for the last eight years,

extracted the days
that he was in town.

What?
I got 'em from a friend.

No one's got your back
on this one, huh?

No, I don't have
departmental approval.

One of the missing persons
was my witness.

I got to find out
what happened.

Dog with a bone.

You'll make a good detective,

terrible spouse.

Nine times,
Weiss was in the city.

Nine times, the dates
match missing persons.

That's more
than just a pattern.

No way.

This guy's scared
of his own shadow.

You think
he's the angel of death?

I don't know, he worked
at a hardware store.

Wouldn't be hard for him

to get materials
to make bodies go away.

Come on.

This guy wouldn't murder a fly.

100 pounds of lye was stolen
from his hardware store

a few years ago.

That would disappear, well...

a whole lot of bodies.

All the victims
had gang connections.

I'm thinking murder for hire.

So you're saying
that gangs paid this guy

to take out sensitive targets?

I think it's perfect.

He looks more like a Maytag man
than he does a hit man.

You'd never see him coming.

Works clean.
He's never been caught.

So gangs start using him
as a freelancer.

So if he's back in town,

that means some sap's
about to take a bath in lye.

I'm coming with.

Weiss killed my witness.

Thanks, but I got this.

Look,
if we're right about this,

you're in over your head
with this guy.

You got to deal with me.

I think I know where he is.

You got a nicer tie?

What?
It's my lucky tie.

Hey, eyes on the road.

Keep your mind on navigating.

Can't afford to lose
any more time.

You really are sure
she's alive.

You know
about Schrodinger's cat?

There's a cat trapped in a box
with something lethal.

There's a 50% chance
the cat's been killed,

but until you open the box,

there's no way to know
one way or the other.

Quantum physics says
before you open the box,

the cat isn't dead or alive.

It's both.

What about
after you open the box?

Reality collapses
back onto itself.

Cat's either alive,
or it's dead.

Well, we're gonna
see reality soon.

But you don't bet against Shaw.

No.

Nothing kills that cat.

Guy's truck's out back.

Something bothering you?

No, just you clean up nice.
Who would have thunk?

So what's Weiss doing here?

High tea.

Weiss brought his niece here
for the past two days.

I think he's casing a target.

All his previous victims
have disappeared

from their workplaces.

Left his niece at home.

He's about to make his move.

Who's his mark?

Oh, it's my mother.
I got to take this.

Hey, how's your back, Ma?

Your mother?

Honestly, Detective.

The restaurant employs

one waiter
with gang connections,

Marcus Young.

He lives in territory
controlled by the 280 gang.

Perhaps another gang
wants him to disappear.

You think a banger works here?

He's here.
Got to go.

That's Weiss' target.

Whoa.
No need for violence.

All right, we're having tea,
remember?

Bullets go great with tea.

No, let's do this the easy way.

Let me handle it, please.

Hands in the sky.

You talking to me, Detective?

What are you doing in here?

I was told the bathroom
was this way.

You're under arrest
for trespassing.

What?
It was an honest mistake.

I didn't do anything.

Yeah, you did.
You resisted arrest.

Come on, let's
give them some air.

What's going on here?

Ow.

What the hell are you doing?

Please, no!

I'll do anything you say,
just don't hurt me again.

We've arrived, Harold.

Let's hope the truck is here.

Please be careful.

Thanks for letting us in.

I don't care, dude.
Go to town.

Guy reeks of tequila,
and it's 3:00 PM.

Looks like Founders' Day
is the new Cinco de Mayo.

His name is Mason Bauer,

deadbeat trust funder

whose fund crashed
four months ago.

This is the first job he's had.

We're here with Willy
Clark, the luckiest guy in Maple.

What are you gonna do
with the money?

I don't know, man.
I don't know.

But I knew today
was gonna be great.

If I was Mason,
I'd be drinking too.

Homeless man
just hit the jackpot.

Luck is in the air.

That's our truck.

Did you find her?

She's not in the truck.

This is a medical drill
and saw.

Lost a lot of blood.

Maybe they were
trying to save her,

but this doesn't look good.

I'm so sorry, John, Samantha.

It's not over yet.
We'll find her.

The truck came here
for a reason.

Were they taking Sameen
to a hospital?

I've already hacked
the hospital's server.

They haven't admitted anyone
with her injuries.

Why would agents
shoot Sameen in the head

only to try to patch her up?

Our enemy has strange methods.

It found a use for her.

Does the hospital
have a neurosurgeon?

I'm sending you his address.

But please expedite
a blood sample for analysis

and verify that it is Sameen's
before any heads roll.

Heads won't roll yet.

The people who hurt her
deserve special attention.

Dr. Victor Haskell?

We need to talk.

Where is Sameen Shaw?

I don't know who that is.

You worked on her
three nights ago.

I haven't performed
any surgeries in months.

I was fired.

But I got a call that night.

Someone was performing
a craniotomy.

He needed my advice.

It wasn't going well.

Then he hung up.
I don't know who it was.

The number was blocked.

Did you call the police?

Why not?

Bad things happen here
when you ask questions.

Six months ago,

Maple was
on the verge of collapse.

80% of the town worked
for the textile factory,

but business
was moving overseas.

Then a corporation bought it,

Carrow.

Saved everyone's jobs,

saved Maple.

Then things changed.

People protesting Carrow
were killed.

In a manner.

The mayor tried
to get the factory

to phase out
their diesel generators.

Then someone
leaked the paper information

implicating the mayor
in corruption.

He ended up
taking his own life.

And the new mayor,
six months ago,

he was a gas station attendant.

What's that got to do with you?

I was on the city council.

I was framed
for medical malpractice.

Is the factory
still in textiles?

No, Ms. Thompson runs
the factory, repurposed it.

They make a tech thing now.

Transponders.

We need to talk
to Ms. Thompson.

This is her.

We saw her speak
at the town square.

You ask questions about the
factory, you'll wind up dead.

She controls everything.

Don't worry about us, Doctor.

Samaritan runs the factory.

Welcome to Maple.

Won't happen again, sir.

Thank you, Detective.

IA told me if I go
within 100 feet of that guy,

I'll be suspended.

What makes a man like Mr. Weiss
become a killer?

Guy like that,
living an unhappy life,

answers an unorthodox
Craigslist ad,

finds he likes it.

Some people are called
to be killers.

I found a lead.

Weiss owns a home in Brooklyn
under a false name.

So, um...

any news?

I'm afraid
things aren't looking good.

We should be prepared

for an unfavorable outcome.

Just say it plain.

She's dead, right?

Hey.

I got a lead.

House in Brooklyn
owned by Weiss.

You talk to the banger yet?

He's not a banger.

Checked
the Gang Division files.

He's a witness.

Saw a bigwig from the 280 gang
kill three guys,

but he won't testify.

Marcus Young?

Thanks for coming in.

You.

I saw what you did to that guy.

You're in danger.

The 280 gang hired that guy
to shut you up.

That old man?

Got to be kidding me.

That old man's
got a mean streak.

Detective Fusco here
will take you someplace safe.

I'm gonna go find that hit man.

Weiss is dangerous.

We need to work on this
together.

You got yourself sidelined.

I'm a big girl.
I can take care of myself.

Watch your back, now.

I'm a winner.
I'm a winner!

That's Mason
from the impound lot.

He shot the guy
who won the lottery.

One guy's fortune
goes up in smoke.

Another guy wins the lottery.

Maybe Samaritan
came here for the factory,

but it's expanded its grip
to the whole community.

It's playing
with people's lives.

Why?

Look.

There's our mark.

Bring the car around.

This is horrible.

Founders' Day is ruined.

For that hooligan
to do this today--

I know.
I know.

Oh, my God.

Whoa.

Where's Weiss?

He must have run off.
You all right?

You let him escape?

Nothing useful on her phone,
Harold.

Swept the B&B.
It's clean.

We have to move fast.

Your little voice finally
tell you something about Sameen?

No, but Ms. Thompson will.

At a minimum, she may know

what our rival is making
in the factory

and how it's manipulating
the people of Maple.

If it re-creates this
in other cities,

countless people will suffer.

Right now, I only care
about one person, Harold.

I'm gonna take
first swing at this.

All right?

You get ten minutes.

I'm warning you,

the police will come
looking for me.

I wouldn't bet on it.

I'd introduce myself,
but you already know us.

What did you do with Sameen?

Who?

You know, little firecracker,
brown hair.

I don't know who you mean.

Hope you've got a good
physical therapist in town.

I don't know anything.

I do what I'm told.
I follow the instructions.

What instructions?

Emails

telling me where to go,

what to say,
places to leave things,

find other things.

I do what I'm told.

I get to live a nice life.

If I don't...

They kill you.

My real name is Maryann Holst.

Six months ago, I was working
at a CVS in Pittsburgh.

Had a heart attack.

I woke up with a new pacemaker
at the Maple hospital.

A blonde woman told me
I'd been given a new job,

a second chance,

but I don't know anything.

You're a good liar,

but I'm losing my patience now.

And you don't want me
to turn you over

to my colleague here.

She's telling the truth.

Maryann Holst officially died
in Pittsburgh

six months ago.

It's her.

Doesn't matter.

She's an agent now.

I put you on a private line.

John, you cannot allow Samantha
to take over the interrogation.

It will lead to the torture
and possible murder

of a woman
who may well be innocent.

Even if she was just obeying
orders, she's responsible.

Our friend is gone.

I feel Sameen's loss
as acutely as you,

but we can't become monsters.

Thompson is hiding something.

And if I can't
get it out of her,

she can.

My ears are burning.

Do I get to come out and play?

Please, let me try.

Please?

Ms. Thompson, the transponders
you make at the factory,

what do they do?

I don't know.
I swear to God.

Why did your supervisors

turn the town on its head?

What is the goal?

I think they want
to make people happy.

I've given so many people
new jobs at the factory,

jobs they're suited to.

Everyone is so happy.

What about Dr. Haskell
and the dead mayor?

I doubt they're happy.

The blonde woman told me
a few must be displaced

so that the majority
may thrive.

Everyone rewarded
according to their abilities.

But the things
we saw today--

There have been
some recent changes.

Mason shooting that poor man...

Things have fallen
out of balance,

like we're being punished.

It isn't punishment.

It's studying us.

Our enemy hasn't had the time

to learn the intricacies
of human nature,

so it's turned Maple
into its own little ant farm.

It took a broken town
and rearranged the populace.

First, it made things perfect.

Then it decided
to see what happens

if you shake the ant farm.

I promise, I never meant
for anyone to get hurt.

That's not good enough.

She's our only lead.

But she doesn't know anything.

I haven't asked her yet.

Your people used this
on our friend.

Where is she?

John, you have to stop her.

Thompson is a puppet.

Thompson's lying.

She knows something.

We are not beasts.

A little beastliness
is just the thing now and then.

I saw her.
I saw the brunette woman.

- Please don't do this.
- Where?

They were taking her
into the factory.

I can help you.
I can help you get inside.

I'm sorry that I lied.

I had to.
They'll kill me.

Thank you for telling us.

Honesty is always
the best policy.

John!

Final question.

You lie,
this goes in your skull.

When you saw our friend...

was she alive?

Yes.

Doesn't matter what happened or
what you saw in that basement.

You broke into his house.

He fired shots because he
thought his life was in danger.

That's all the DA's gonna hear.

There's a kill room
in that house.

Yeah, if it still exists.
Good luck getting a warrant now.

Well, if you hadn't
shot up the basement,

maybe I would have gotten
a confession out of him.

I saved your ass.

I don't need you to save me.

I couldn't stand
to lose someone today.

Listen, I went through
the missing person cases

and saw one other cop
pulled those files last year,

Bill Buchanan
from Jersey City police.

Then he went home

and took a carbon monoxide nap
in his garage.

Maybe old Billy made
the same connections we did

and got a little too close,

so Weiss made him disappear.

And now he might want to do
the same to the both of us.

I hope he tries.

Here we go.

Remember, one false move,
you're dead.

So have fun.

Evening, Ms. Thompson.

Hello, Dave.

What brings you around so late?

Just giving my cousins a tour.

Of course.

Welcome to Carrow.

The security suite is in here.

My password is...

Unnecessary.

We'll have to move quickly

after I shut down
the cameras and alarms.

It's just
a skeleton crew tonight.

It's not them
I'm worried about.

Microdots.

Invisible GPS trackers,
probably.

They are transponders.

Stick these
on your tech equipment,

your kid's backpack, your keys.

Carrow will keep track
of it all.

That sounds useful, right?

Samaritan will have

constant location data
on everything.

But it wouldn't have
brought Shaw here

to put a tracker on her.

Where did they take her?

There, but I don't have access.

That area's classified.

You're on your own from here.

When the shooting starts, duck.

It's polite to knock.

Hey, Weiss.

You were gonna make it look
like she hung herself.

Cute.

I swore I'd never get caught.

Yeah, well, you're gonna
have to break that promise.

No, I don't think so.

Here come the fireworks.

Today's not the
day to screw with us.

You get one chance to run.

Time's up.

Try to be nice,
and this is what happens.

Come on, Ms. Thompson.

This is
the factory's real project.

These are neural implants

to prevent seizures
in people with epilepsy

or brain damage.

But look here.

Transponder.

The implants can relay
information to Samaritan.

Watching the people of Maple
isn't enough.

It wants to study us
on an electrochemical level.

They're gonna stick
one of these in Shaw.

We really are just pets to it.

Pets don't carry guns.

Come on.

Please, don't shoot.

Look.

Sameen?

John, Samantha.

The blood from the truck--

the test came back--

it isn't Sameen's.

Please let me go home.

Who are you?

Delia Jones.

You were in the truck?

It was you the whole time?

Have there been
any other patients here

in the past three days?

No, just her.

We followed the wrong clues,
Finch.

Why was Delia
at the stock exchange?

She was a secretary there.

She must have been shot
in the firefight.

They got rid of the witnesses,

but it seems that
they brought Delia here

to test the neural implant.

Root?

Your friend left.

She found the reinforcements.

We have to take Delia with us.

I need to stay behind.

I'm quitting my job.

Well, good luck.

When they track you down,
remember this.

By taking orders
without question,

you've destroyed this town.

You deserve
what's coming to you.

John, they'll be trying
to turn the cameras back on.

Hide your face.

Root?

Root?

Good timing.

Let's get out of here.

_

_

Hey.

Thanks for saving my ass.

See, that's how you show
proper gratitude.

You okay?

It's my first kill.

I had to.

They ruled it
a good shooting, but...

I got assigned
mandatory counseling.

Hey.
You stopped a killer.

You saved Marcus.

He's gonna testify
against the 280 gang.

Today's a good day.

You're a real terror.

You remind me of a friend.

A couple of friends, actually.

You're gonna see
a lot of death.

Heroics ain't a job
you carry easy.

Dr. Enright is keeping an
eye on Delia at the safe house.

I've prepared a cover for her
once she's healed.

She'll have to hide.

What about Maple?

The factory has closed.

Samaritan is pulling out.

Maple may fall apart.

The people there
will have to learn

to fend for themselves again.

I sent you for nothing.
I'm sorry.

We saved people, Finch.

Shaw would be proud.

And she'd understand
what we have to do.

Root might not, though.

Good luck.

She knows.

The Machine must know
where Shaw is

and if she's alive.

But...

she won't tell me.

Ms. Groves,
our only lead

brought us
to the brink of disaster.

You and John
came perilously close

to being discovered.

I care about her deeply.

But if only for our own sake,
we have to let her go.

You gave up on her days ago.

You really think she's dead.

I want to hold out hope.

But hope is painful.

We may never find her.

We need an answer.

I need an answer

if Sameen is alive
or if she's dead.

Please, help us.

Please.

Harold, what's she saying?

Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa.

Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa.

"Stop."

Sierra. Tango. Oscar--

The Machine is asking us
to stop looking for her.

Perhaps the Machine does know.

Perhaps it has a plan.

But for our own survival,

our sanity,

I believe we must
reconcile ourselves

with never knowing the truth.

Otherwise, our pursuit of it
will consume us entirely.

Good-bye, Harold.

If this is the afterlife,

it sucks.

I sincerely hope
you managed to get some rest,

my dear Sameen.

You're going to need it.

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