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You are being watched.

The government
has a secret system--

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

I know because I built it.

I designed the machine
to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

Violent crimes
involving ordinary people,

people like you,

crimes the government
considered irrelevant.

They wouldn't act,
so I decided I would.

But I needed a partner--

Someone with the skills
to intervene.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up,
we'll find you.

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Let me guess, I have
to cancel my dinner plans.

Our mutual friend
needs help, detective.

He's downtown.

I'll be there as soon
as I get finished here.

I hate to be rude, but it's
an emergency, detective.

We need you now.

Carter.

I need you to come with me now.

But I have
this thing--

Not anymore, you haven't.

It's an article of faith for me

that all criminals,
however clever,

eventually trip themselves up.

You want to tell me
what this is all about?

Man in the suit?

We got him.

Morning, Finch.

Mr. Reese.

What have you been doing?

Corrupting detective Fusco.

Does he really need any help
in that regard?

I'm encouraging him
to show ambition,

to climb the HR ladder.

Afraid it'll have to wait.
We got a new number.

She's lot prettier than Fusco.

And much more discreet.

Her online profile
is carefully managed.

Think she's got
something to hide?

Many things, I would expect.

She's a psychologist.

From what I can determine,

she specializes
in the high-end clients,

the sort who insist
on discretion.

While I dig deeper,
you get close to her,

see if you can work out
where the threat is coming from.

She could be the threat, Finch.

I'm sure you'll work
that out too.

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- next.
- Sorry.

Double shot macchiato, please.

Yes, Lionel.

I think I'm about to meet a
few of the big hitters from HR.

I'm thrilled for you.

I thought you'd want
to be there.

We could take
these bastards down.

All in good time.

It's my balls
in a vice here, all right?

Plus Carter keeps
giving me the stink-eye.

Now we need
to wrap this thing up.

And we will, Lionel,
when I say so.

Meantime, I want you
to look into someone else.

Caroline Turing.
Sending you a photograph.

Get back to me
when you got something.

Do you think
I'm not understanding you?

Yeah, I do.

Giving me signals,
putting words in my mouth.

And I'm concerned
about the things

I've already confided in you.

I thought we agreed no notes.

We did.
Um...

Sorry, old habits.

The things I've told you,
if anyone else heard them,

that could be
a big problem, understand?

For whom, Hans?

- You or me?
- Both of us.

You understand me now?

Councilman Larsson,

detective Romano,
Captain Lewis.

Isis is Detective Fusco.

We hear you got
dirty fingers, Fusco.

Fingers? I heard he's got
his snout buried

in the damn trough.

City Council
and the district attorney

no longer tolerate any
malfeasance by NYPD officers.

What do you got
to say for yourself?

You know,
I-I don't know, uh...

Here.
No social niceties.

What's on the docket?

We got a contract.

Rich guy with a problem.
He needs to go away.

Method is up to you.

Speed is the only stipulation.

You gonna pick
the shooter, Simmons?

My guys are all solid.

Fusco here will run interference
with homicide

in case there's any questions.

If I'm gonna
look after somebody,

I'm gonna need
to know their names.

No. You don't.

Now the question is
do we trust the rich guy?

I trust his money.
It's already in escrow.

Here is a down payment
for expenses.

I'm sorry,
but in order to help you,

I have to have your trust.

Clearly I don't.

I'm referring you
to another therapist.

You're firing me?

No, I--
I'm admitting failure.

I'm firing myself.

You have issues to resolve,

and you need to be able
to speak freely.

Finch, are you listening
to this?

It seems some of Ms. Turing's
patients are a little... Clingy.

I've been open.

I laid myself bare to you.

I'm helping you, believe me.

What now?

Yeah, nice to talk to you too.

I met them.
The HR inner council.

So what was it about,
handshakes and single malts?

No, this was serious.

HR is going in
the murder-for-hire business.

Do you know the target?

Yeah, I know the target.
You do too.

It's that lady shrink
you asked me to look into.

48 hours and she's dead.

Thermostat has
a motion detector camera.

It'll capture the face
of any patient

coming or going
from Ms. Turing's office.

Should be able to identify

the more prominent ones
in no time.

I'm guessing one of them
hired HR to keep her quiet.

Question is...

Which one?
Till we figure that out,

I'm going to want to stay as
close to Turing as possible.

I agree.

Time for you to work through
some of your issues, Mr. Reese.

Issues?

Tell me, what is it
you do, Mr...

Rooney.

I'm a-- a consultant.
It's complicated.

Not really important.

I'm not so sure.

I find business is often
personal with my patients.

I was told I could count
on your discretion.

My clients are private people.

I respect that,

and I will protect it
at all cost.

Lady after my own heart.

So what brings you
to seek therapy?

You mind closing the blinds?

If it makes you more comfortable.

Would you care
for something to drink?

Water would be fine, thank you.

Looks like her schedule,

but with only
her clients' initials.

The lady is careful.

Detective, any luck with
Councilman Larsson's finances?

He signed a deposit
at his bank this week

for $500,000.

Nice chunk of change
for a public employee.

We know where it came from?

An escrow account held
at that same institution

made a disbursement that day
in the same amount.

Send me the tracking number
for the account.

I'll take it from here.

What is the fine councilman
mixed up in here?

Murder for hire, Detective.

HR is branching out.

We'll be in touch.

Tell me, what do you see
as the goal?

Uh, the goal?

The purpose for your visit?

You seem a little
agitated right now.

Why would you say that?

Body language,
closing the blinds.

You don't like windows, do you?

What is it you're afraid of?

That's funny, I was gonna
ask you the same thing.

Me?

You have a panic button
installed under your desk.

Is that recent?

Or someone you're afraid of?

You're highly observant,

hypervigilant,
aware of your surroundings.

You're saying I'm paranoid.

Is that what you think?

I was thinking something else.

Former military?

Tread carefully,
Mr. Reese.

- Is it that obvious?
- A little.

The way you walk into a room.

The way you sit
facing the door.

You see the world differently
than most, don't you?

A threat around every corner.

Tell me, do you feel the need
to protect people?

To save them?

Choose your words wisely.

We can't have anyone discovering
what it is we do.

Mr. Reese,
I managed to get a read

on that escrow account
that's funding HR.

Question is who hired them?

Impossible to determine.

The money comes from dozens
of points of payment,

multiple countries.

The balance on the account
is $5,000,000.

That's a hell of a payday.

Someone with tremendous means
wants Caroline Turing gone.

I've enlisted the aid
of an old friend to help us

figure out who.

She's cute.

Hello, Zoe.

Good to hear
you're getting some help,

but I don't think
there's a woman out there alive

that could fix you, John.

Caroline Turing.
You familiar?

No, but that's
obviously by design.

Next to bartenders,
men usually like to spill it

to female shrinks.

It's easier than talking
to their wives.

These men value discretion.

You know any of her patients?

A few.

Impressive lot.

I've narrowed it down
to three players.

Hans Friedrickson,
the lawyer that threatened her.

Supposedly he's away
on a business trip right now.

Or left town
to give himself an alibi.

Patient number two,
banker named Terrance Baxter.

Rumor is he's being investigated
for Ponzi scheme.

And there's David Sarkesian.

He's a prominent city official.

Whispers are he's sleeping
with his intern.

Looks like our shrink
is sitting

on a powder keg of secrets.

Which could be lucrative,
if you play your cards right.

Or deadly if you don't.

Target works downtown.

Leaves the office late
most nights.

Same path every night.

She walks eight blocks

to the Fulton Street
subway station.

That one block stretch
on Pearl Street?

That's the dark zone.

No storefronts,
low foot traffic, no cameras.

Once she turns that corner,
she steps off the grid.

That's your window.
Robbery gone bad.

Purse to be found
in a dumpster in Alphabet City,

murder weapon never to be
recovered in the East River.

- Piece of cake.
- We're on.

Heading your way.

Hello, doc.

John, I--

What are you doing here?

It's probably not
a good night for a walk.

Look, John, this--

This is not okay.

Were you following me?

How about I call you a cab?

This is what I was getting at
in today's session.

You think there's something
lurking around every corner,

but there isn't, John.

There's no Boogeyman here.

You're not overseas anymore.

And this is the way
I go home every night.

My-- my subway stop's
right up there.

It's--
It's okay.

I'm safe.

Go home.

- Try to get some sleep.
- Okay.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

Come on, let's go.

Shots fired,
Fulton Street and Pearl.

Multiple units responding.

Who are those men?
Why did they shoot at you?

'Cause I was standing
in front of you.

They want to kill me?

- Don't.
- Why?

The men who are after us
are cops.

No way to tell if he's working
with them or not.

Come on.

It's me.
Did you take care of the shrink?

Not yet.

Telling me five of you
can't handle one woman?

Some guy came out
of nowhere fast.

He shot Mandel in both legs.

Let me guess.
Tall guy in a suit.

Did the woman get a good look
at any of you?

Yeah.

That's bad news
for you, my friend.

You don't clean this up,
we're not gonna take the risk

you'll turn state's.

You kill them...

Or I'll kill you.

What are we doing here?

We need a place to hide,
to regroup.

Hello. A room, please.

The only room we have available

is the honeymoon suite

at $3,000 per night.

We'll take it.

Too many cops
in the neighborhood.

We'll need to lay low
in the hotel till morning.

Working on an escape route
for you, Mr. Reese.

Appreciate it.

In a bit of a tough spot here.

Great, now you're
hearing voices.

Not exactly.
He's a friend.

A very resourceful friend.

Let me guess, I have
to cancel my dinner plans.

Our mutual friend
needs help, Detective.

He's downtown.

I'll be there as soon
as I get finished here.

I hate to be rude, but it's
an emergency, Detective.

We need you now.

Carter.

I need you to come with me now.

But I have
this thing--

Not anymore, you haven't.

I don't understand.

Who would want to kill me?

I was hoping
you could tell me that.

Someone with the means
and the money

to hire a team
to get rid of you.

Sound like any
of your patients?

Yeah.
All of them.

The only way
to call off the dogs

is to find out who hired them.

I-I can't think.

I can't move.

This must be what
panic feels like.

Here, have some chocolate.

Will these help to produce
an adrenaline response?

No, but they taste good.

Who the hell are you?

Let's just say
we both help people cope

with their problems.

I'm just a little bit more,
uh, hands-on.

I promise...

I will tell you
when it's time to panic.

Carter, this
is Detective Sagan, NYPD.

You want to give her
a little demonstration

of what you do?

This footage
is from 90 minutes ago.

We have reports of shots fired.

Then he fled
with this young woman.

We think she's a hostage.
We lost them after that.

But we're confident they're
still in this six-block radius.

Which happens to be the most
heavily surveilled six blocks

in the world.
This is now a federal manhunt.

Surprised to see
you here, Fusco.

You know me. I like
to be where the action is.

Are you okay?

Better.

Need some help, Finch.

HR just found us somehow.

It's probably two, three minutes
before they find our room.

So going down
probably isn't an option.

I'll look into it.

Mr. Reese, I think
I've found something.

Previous occupant
of the penthouse

recently went to jail
for tax evasion,

but the IRS hasn't yet
seized everything.

The point, Harold?

I know you're good
at stealing cars.

How do you feel
about helicopters?

It's been a while
since I've flown.

Might be a little rusty.

On the bright side,
if you don't remember,

it'll be a short fall.

Wait, wait, go back.

That's them.

Notify our men to converge
on that hotel.

Uh, all due respect, Detective.

NYPD's gonna sit this one out.

- Send in our teams.
- Yes, sir.

Stairs.
Now.

You saving me,
is this making up

for someone you didn't save?

I thought we were done
with therapy.

Talking about your issues
helps distract me.

Who said I had issues?

I'll take that as a yes.

Wait.

- Sounds like a helicopter.
- Isn't that what we want?

Yeah, but I haven't
stolen it yet.

Follow me.
Change of plans.

You said you'd tell me
when to panic.

I'm guessing now's the moment.

Wheeling the hotel security
system feeds to you

in three, two, one.

Sweep every floor.
I want him alive.

Who was that?

- FBI.
- They want to kill me too?

- Actually, they're after me.
- What?

Finch, need a little help here.

Working on it.

Mr. Reese, make your way
to the freight elevator

at the northwest corner
of the building.

Take it down to parking
sublevel four.

There's an old service tunnel.

It leads out to the old
water treatment plant

at the seaport.
I'll pick you up there.

Okay.

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let's go.

_

let's go.

My men are closing in,
but there's a complication.

The feds are here.

They're not looking for Turing.

They want the shooter.
We're gonna take them both out.

How the hell
are we gonna take them out

with the feds on top of us?

We got a guy on the inside

that's going to feed us
their location,

take care of the cameras.

The feds think
he's holding Turing hostage.

He's some kind
of special forces wacko.

He'll do anything
to resist capture.

Bring the gear?

Enough to blow a hole to China.

We're gonna corner him
and blow the whole floor.

Make it look like he did it.

Let's go make a mess.

Ms. Morgan, any luck
finding the person

who hired HR to kill Turing?

Not yet, but I tracked down
Hans Friedrickson's assistant.

Turns out he actually was
away on a business trip.

Then who was the man
threatening Turing?

About to find out.

We need to talk.

Sure, we can talk.

I traced your cell phone.

And here's the thing, Hans.

Your cell phone is registered
to a low-life named Jimmy White.

Short-con operator, had a couple
of stints in minimum security.

But I got to say,
impersonating a prosecutor?

That's probably not
your best play.

It was just a gig.

They forced me to pretend
I was this Hans guy,

threaten some shrink.

Who forced you?

I don't know.

I swear I don't know.
It was all over email.

They were...

Blackmailing me.

They knew everything.

We made it to the elevator,
Finch.

Glad to hear it.

I'll contact you
when I'm in position.

Ms. Morgan,

are we any closer
to identifying who hired HR?

No, but something
seems really off.

Someone paid Hans to become
Turing's patient.

I'm going back to her office
to see

if I can dig up anything else.

And, Harold,

be careful.

I'd hate for anything
to happen to our mutual friend.

Got word they're
on the freight elevator.

You can cut them off on 25.

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what are we doing?

They hit the button
on the floor below us.

The guys who were trying
to kill you

or the guys who were trying
to kill me?

Open the fire safety panel.

Try shorting the wires till
the override light comes on.

Then we can bypass
the floor below.

They stopped
the elevator at 26.

Set your charges in the
stairwell, and get rid of them.

Move.

I think I owe you an apology.

How do you figure?

I diagnosed you as paranoid.

Just because you're paranoid

doesn't mean they're not
trying to kill you.

I can't find the right wire.

It's not working.

Got him.

Tell the teams to stage off 27.

Enter 26 through stairwell B.

Yes, sir.

FBI's closing in.

- Where are we at, guys?
- We are good to go, boss.

All right, you move in
on my mark.

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we're out of time.

Just stay behind me, and I'll
hold them off as long as I can.

Do it.

Get ready to move.

He's armed, but I want him
taken alive, if possible.

Understood?

But I'll give you the signal.

On your count, Simmons.

Five...

In a bit of a bind, Harold.

Four...

Hope you've got some tricks
left up your sleeve.

One or two.

Three...

Two...

Move in, team, now.

Go.

- Do you hear me?
- Simmons?

Team, move in.

Team, move now,
you're gonna lose them.

The hell's going on?

Uh, sir, comms are down.

- Which comms?
- All of them.

Line's dead.

Got it.

What the hell's happening?

Uh, every cell tower south
of Canal Street just went out.

DHS had a failsafe in place
to take control

of the cell infrastructure
in case of an emergency.

Someone hacked it.

The towers are white-listed.

Only authorized numbers
can use them.

In this case, only one number.

Whose number?

I trust you can still hear me,
Mr. Reese?

I have to say, Harold,

we've been working together
for some time now,

but you continue
to surprise me.

Likewise, Mr. Reese.

You should have something
of a competitive advantage now.

Just get the team
on a hard line now, damn it.

Wait, what's this guy doing?

All right, we're going
down there now.

Let's move.

Thanks for the help, Carter.

Someone's feeding HR intel
about your whereabouts.

I'm gonna take care
of it though.

There are no unis
on Peal Street.

You can smuggle them out there.

What the hell, Carter?

Hang up the phone
and hand it to me.

Come on, come out of there.

What's this about?
Some type of misunderstanding?

No, I understand
things perfectly.

You're working for HR.

- Who were you talking to?
- None of your business.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

HR.
You're guiding them.

You're their eyes and ears.

Listen, Carter.

I'm working undercover
in HR, not for them.

The feds? IAB?
Show me some paperwork, Fusco.

It's nothing like that.
Nothing official.

Listen, I made some mistakes.
Some big ones.

But things are different now.

I'm helping people.
You got to trust me.

I want answers.
Now.

- The guy in the suit.
- What did you say?

The guy in the suit,
the one you've been chasing.

Look, I know this
is gonna sound crazy,

but they seem to know
when people are in trouble.

And they help them.
Him and another guy.

And me too sometimes.

This other guy.
Describe him.

He's like a professor.
He's got the glasses

and a high-dollar vocabulary.

That's who I was talking to
when you came in.

You got some explaining
to do, Finch.

Hello, Detectives.

I understand you'll
have some questions,

but we're somewhat
short of time.

I'm heading downtown
to help our friend.

I suggest you do
the same thing.

John will almost certainly
need your help.

You son of a bitch.

If you're not the mole,
then who is?

I know exactly who the mole is.

I know everyone who's in HR.

When we get done with this,
we're gonna take them all down.

What now?

Old service tunnel down here

we can take
outside the perimeter.

My friend's meeting us there.

Hold on a second.

Mr. Reese, I'm in position.

This comes out
to a water treatment plant

by the river.

Keep going
till you find my friend.

- Split up.
- I'll hold them off. Go.

John, thank you.

Turing's on her way to you.

And I think I'm gonna be
a little held up.

I'll get Ms. Turing
to safety,

and I'll come back
for you, John.

Harold Finch, I presume.

You're a hard man
to find, Harold.

- I don't know who you--
- Save it.

We met before, remember?

Nathan introduced you
as his IT guy.

He always had a talent
for understatement.

What do you want
from me, Alicia?

Nothing complicated.

You created God.

And now you're gonna
help me shut it down.

All right, go, go, go!

Looks like you're just
about out of time, my friend.

Just about.

Get in!

Get to the car!

Before Nathan died,

before your machine killed him,

I could tell something
was eating away at him,

the ethics of what
he was building.

I thought he was fighting
with himself over it.

But he was fighting with you.

He knew, didn't he?

The hubris of creating something
as powerful as the machine.

I can feel it right now.

Watching us, listening to us.

There's no hiding from it.

I'm so tired of running.

I've made some mistakes.

But building the machine
is not one of them.

You haven't been running
from the machine, Alicia,

and the machine
didn't kill Nathan.

You've been running
from people.

From people that
you and I both trusted.

You're right.

And you're lucky
I found you first.

Why didn't you tell us
we were both working with you?

- To protect you.
- Protect us?

You almost got me killed.

You can't trust us, how are we
supposed to trust you?

Trust is complicated, Lionel.

For example, I'm sitting
in a police car

with one cop
who tried to murder me

and another who spent
six months trying to lock me up.

So you'll forgive me if I take
things one step at a time.

Slow down, Carter.

Slow down?
These two know

they're going down for life.

They'll kill anybody
who gets in their way.

I got this.

Trust me.

Well, we should all grab
a drink together sometime.

My treat.

Do you have any idea what
the wrong person would do to you

if they knew you had access?

What kind of chaos
that could create?

Define "wrong person."

You were willing to pay
corrupt police officers

to target an innocent woman
just to draw me out.

What are you talking about?

The machine,
you know how it works.

The irrelevant list.

You knew it would send us
Turing's name

if you put her in danger.

Irrelevant list?

I didn't need to lure you out.

I've been following you
for weeks.

I thought she'd never shut up.

So nice to finally
meet you, Harold.

You can call me Root.

You were set up, John.

Turing isn't
who we think she is.

- What do you mean?
- Her office,

her life, it's all a mirage.

I saw the escrow transfer.

She was the one who paid HR.

She put the hit on herself.

Turing must've learned
how you operate,

that you'd show up
if her life was in danger.

She was trying to lure you out
into the open.

She wasn't looking for me.

She was looking for him.

You hired HR yourself.

You were willing to risk
your own life to find me?

I did this corporate
training thing once.

I was blackmailing
the CEO, long story,

but they did this exercise
called the trust fall,

where you close your eyes
and fall...

And wait for someone
to catch you.

I knew you boys
wouldn't let me down.

Come on, Harold.

We've got so much
to talk about.

He's in danger now
because he was working for you.

So you're gonna help me
get him back.

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