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(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]

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[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.

♪ ♪

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