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FINCH:
You are being watched.

The government
has a secret system...

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.

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BEALE:
Ah, here we are.

Come in.

I was just catching up
with Agent Stanton here.

John.

Kara.

Supervisory Agent
Terence Beale.

It's good
to meet you, sir.

And you, John.

Although, to be honest,
I feel like I already know you.

Sir?

You enlisted in '93.

Rose from infantry to rangers
to special forces.

In '05, you joined the agency
and trained at the Farm,

scored in the top
10% of your class,

and displayed particular...

creativity in
hand-to-hand combat

and evasive driving
exercises.

All of which led to you
being selected to serve

in the Agency's Special
Activities division,

along with Mark Snow
and Kara here.

And to answer your question,

I know all this because
I'm the one who selected you.

Well... thank you, sir.

That's not necessary.

I just thought you should know
why I requested the two of you.

For this assignment,
I need my best.

Outside of Malajat
last month,

the Taliban intercepted a
shipment of Stinger missiles,

which was subsequently used
in a Taliban offensive.

The transport was
a classified op.

Our job is to find out how
the Taliban knew about it.

We have any ideas?

Name's Brent Tomlinson.

He's an Army
military advisor

who had advance knowledge of the
shipment's schedule and payload.

We think the Taliban
paid him off?

Could be.

They're well funded with
Saudi money via Qatar.

STANTON: Maybe they gave
him some of that money.

That's what we need you
to find out.

And if they did?

Then you're to handle it
in the appropriate way...

ensuring there's no
Agency exposure.

Clear?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Avast, ye mateys.

Welcome to Scallywags.

Follow me, please.

When you said you needed
to change our lunch plans,

I wasn't expecting something
so... colorful.

It was John's idea.

Couldn't get a table
at Chuck E. Cheese?

He's working
on a case nearby.

- (LOUD THUMP)
- So, Iris...

where is your new
man of mystery?

I'm sure he's close.

(PHONE LINE TRILLING)

- (GRUNTS)
- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Not so fast.

Hey, sweetheart.

Hey, just wondering
where you are.

We're here.

Me too. I just had
to make a pit stop

in the little buccaneers' room.

I'll be right there.

Come here.

This guy's name
is Kelso.

Now, he was sent
by your business partner,

who apparently wanted to
become a sole proprietor.

My partner's going to
pick him up, okay?

Have a nice day.

Sorry to keep you
waiting.

You must be...

Dina and Bill.

(LOUD CRASH)

MAN: Slow down!

Guess some people just
can't handle their grog.

- What's shakin', Finch?
- Mr. Reese.

How was your lunch with
Dr. Campbell and her parents?

It was a bit rocky
at first.

By the end, I think
I was growing on them.

An experience I can
personally relate to.

So things are going well
between the two of you?

Well enough. Iris still
has a lot of questions.

- Be cautious in your answers.
- I intend to be.

Otherwise, I think it's good
that you're attempting to have

a more normal life.

That is, when you're not
risking your life saving people.

Or trying to stay
a step ahead

of an artificial
superintelligence

bent on
world domination.

Or that.

Looks like most of the bugs have
been worked out of Machine 2.0,

given the steady stream of
numbers that we've been getting.

Speaking of which...

Alex Duncan, 25,
single.

Holds a master's degree
in computer science.

Works for an international
consulting firm,

and now you do too.

REESE:
Is this necessary?

I mean, if the Machine
is open,

why not just ask why
it's sending us a number?

Because, Mr. Reese, although
the Machine has become reliable

in the delivery of the numbers,

it is still frequently
unreliable

in the processing and delivery
of other information.

Case in point, it also
sent me this number.

What is this,
some kind of program?

I have no idea.

Clearly, it still has
an affinity for riddles.

Sounds like she
has something fun

in store for
all of us today.

The Machine made you
a package delivery driver?

Sadly, all of my identities
can't be bears or brides.

I gotta go.

Don't want to be late for
my first day of training.

Yes, I think it's wise if
perhaps we all got to work.

Subtle.

FINCH: So Anderson Rake
Consulting employs over 20,000

in more than 90 countries

and count among their clients
the Department of Defense.

I gathered as much
when I saw my ID.

It came with
a security clearance.

How'd you manage that
on short notice?

FINCH:
I didn't.

I created an alias with security
clearance for you months ago.

You should know by now,
Mr. Reese,

I like to be prepared.

And Root calls me
the Boy Scout.

Okay, I got eyes on Duncan.

What else can you
tell me about him?

FINCH: Let's see. He has
no criminal background.

His finances appear
to be in order.

He comes from a military family.

His father and brother
both served.

FINCH: It seems that Alex
opted for the private sector.

Maybe he thought there was more
upside working for a contractor.

(QUIET BEEPING)

_

Damn it!

Oh, perfect.

Hey, it happens
to the best of us.

Thanks.

Name's John.
I'm new here.

Alex.
"Strategy development"?

Yeah. You?

Security systems management.

Wow, really?

Most of the time, it's just
glorified virus scanning.

Bet it beats the hell
out of strategy development.

Has its moments,
I guess.

Here.

Say, I'd love to get
an inside scoop

on what it's like
to work around here.

You want to grab
a beer after work?

Uh... I...
I would, but...

it's been a long week.

Sorry.

Finch, there's something
definitely going on with Duncan.

He's anxious,
distracted, on edge.

Any idea what it could be?

Not yet.
I tried pairing his phone.

But it has an extra layer
of encryption on it.

FINCH: Probably has to do
with the division he works in.

Security systems management

handles security for clients
ranging from

private companies to government
and military networks.

REESE:
Which means Duncan has access.

Question is,
what is he doing with it?

MAN:
Have a good night.

WOMAN:
Good night.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

MAN: Gonna grab a drink.
You want to join us?

WOMAN:
Yeah, I'll come.

MAN: Stay out of trouble.
Good night.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

REESE: Hey, Finch.

Looks like our security expert

is also a fan
of breaking and entering.

Into where?

His supervisor's office.

FINCH:
What is he looking for?

REESE: Can't tell,
but whatever it is,

it's above his pay grade,

which is likely why
we got his number.

If Duncan is selling
sensitive information,

the threat could be a buyer
looking to remain anonymous.

Or Duncan himself, if
he wants to cover his tracks.

Whatever it is, Duncan's
engaged in a dangerous game.

- Mr. Duncan.
- Yes?

Step this way, please.

Looks like someone's
done playing.

AGENT: Just have a few
questions for you, sir.

- Mr. Duncan.
- Who are you?

It's the CIA.

CIA?

Are you sure?

REESE:
I'm staring at my old boss.

- His name's Beale.
- Boss?

- You mean he knows you?
- He knew me at one time.

We're going to need you
to come with us.

Not until I see some ID.

REESE:
Finch, they're grabbing him up.

- John, you can't intercede.
- The hell I can't.

FINCH: The CIA thinks
that John Reese is dead.

If Beale sees you,
he can marshal all the forces

of the Agency
to hunt you down,

and none of us need that.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

REESE: You're right.

What I need
is a bigger gun.

Hello?

Oh, hi.
You have any sugar?

In the bottom shelf.
Sorry, who are you?

How'd you get
in here?

I'm Gina.
This is Mike.

Here, Brent.
Have a seat.

You're Americans.

From the State Department?

Not quite.

You're not reporters.

Oh, God, no.

But we do have
some questions for you.

Questions about what?

A weapons shipment
and some Stingers

that went missing
last month.

Okay, look, whoever you are,

I'm not comfortable discussing
a classified operation.

- Then, by all means...
- (DOOR LOCK CLICKS)

get comfortable.

Duncan must've stolen some
highly sensitive material

in order to get the attention
of someone like Beale.

Shouldn't we at least consider
the possibility

that Duncan is a spy?

Maybe the CIA has good cause
to question him.

Finch, Beale doesn't
just ask questions.

He and his agents find and
eliminate enemies of the state.

Duncan deserves more
due process than that.

Then what do you propose
that we do?

Beale will interrogate Duncan.

Depending how long that takes
before he breaks?

Might only be a couple of hours
after that, Duncan's gone.

FINCH: Your cover will be
too, if Beale identifies you.

I'll be careful.

Before I can save Duncan,
I've got to find him first.

You sure your Machine
can't help?

I can try,
but I promise nothing.

Oh, Miss Groves is calling.
I'll keep you informed.

Right.

- Yes?
- (GROANS)

Miss Groves?
Are you all right?

(GRUNTS)
Between the creepy stares

from my training driver
and my sore back?

I'd say just peachy.

Remember to lift with your legs.

Oh, thanks for the tip.

I'm calling because
I think I know the reason

the Machine put me in this job.

Oh? What might that be?

On our route today, we
delivered several packages

to a building in midtown.

590 Madison, Suite 908.

Something odd about that?

The packages weren't meant
for that address.

They were rerouted there
by the delivery computer.

Then it had us pick up
the same packages later

and deliver them to their
original addresses.

The building directory shows
no tenant in Suite 908.

My training driver says packages
have been going there for weeks.

Looks like they're all from
electronics companies.

It could be that the Machine
is rerouting them,

looking for something
to help it rebuild.

Well, I think
an ASI is behind this

but... not ours.

Samaritan.

It's been spreading its malware
on a massive scale.

Maybe this is how it's doing it.

FINCH: I need to inspect
one of those packages.

Can you secure one?

Not without raising a red flag.
They're all tracked.

FINCH: So if even one is
missing, Samaritan will know.

I may have a way
around that.

Gotta go.

_

REESE:
Okay, Finch, I'm here.

Is this really all
the Machine can give us?

I'm afraid so.

Based on the SUV's license plate
you've provided,

the Machine has identified
that stretch of road

as the last known location of
Beale's vehicle.

Figures.

Beale's gonna find a place

where he can drug
and interrogate him.

Sounds like you're still
searching for a needle

in the proverbial haystack.

Not if you know
what you're looking for--

controlled access,
with no traffic or people.

Bingo.

Call you back, Finch.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Why were you accessing those
classified files, Mr. Duncan?

What were you going
to do with them?

Maybe I'll answer
your questions

after you answer mine.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

See what you can get
off this.

Keep him awake.

- Beale.
- Hey!

Eyes open, smart guy.

You got miles to go
before you sleep.

You don't.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

Shh.

Let's get you out of here.

Stay close.
Let's go.

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC)
- (GUNSHOTS)

(MUSIC)

(HISSING)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUES)

(MUSIC)

(GUNSHOTS)

REESE: Get down!

(MACHINE-GUN FIRES)

(TYRES SQUEALING)

Let's go. Move!

(MUSIC)

You've gotta be
kidding me.

Who the hell
was that guy?

(SIGHS)
A ghost.

From the past.

Hope you're going to put
everything back

when you're done.

Yeah, after I find
the money.

What makes you think
I had anything to do

with that stolen shipment?

You're one in a small circle
who knew about it.

(LAUGHS)

Look at the part
of the world we're in.

If it's a security breach
you're looking for,

try the local police
and soldiers.

The way the tribal
alliances shift here,

today's ally
is tomorrow's enemy.

Or maybe your alliances
have shifted.

You say that like you know
anything about me.

You know I volunteered
for this post?

Hmm? You know why?

Because I believed in
what we were doing here.

Believed I could make
a difference, not a buck.

And have you?
Made a difference?

Yeah, I like to think so.

But?

But it's a little hard when
you're looked at as invaders

instead of liberators,

when the local government's
for sale to the highest bidder

and you realize that the war
you stepped into

has been going on
for hundreds of years

and will continue for hundreds
more after you leave.

So if it's a lost cause,
why do it?

Because it's the job
I signed up for

and the one I still
believe in.

- The place is clean.
- Yeah.

That's because I haven't
done anything.

What's in the case, Brent?

My orders,
daily briefings, emails.

- Open it.
- (SCOFFS)

Afraid I can't do that,

not unless you have
top-secret clearance.

(GUN COCKS)

Consider this
my clearance.

Open it.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

So we done here?

REESE: Takes a while for the
Phenobarbital to wear off.

I'm guessing you're not really
in strategy development.

At least not
for your company.

So who are you, then?

I'm the reason
you're waking up here

instead of some CIA
third world black hole.

- CIA?
- Yeah.

That's who comes knocking
when you steal state secrets.

Yeah, Finch, go ahead.

FINCH:
Mr. Reese, how's Mr. Duncan?

REESE:
He's awake.

Looks like he could use
some room service.

Room service?

With the safe house
out of commission,

I had to make
other arrangements.

REESE: Besides, Beale will
be searching fleabag motels,

not high-end hotels.

How high-end?

FINCH: Seems that protecting Mr.
Duncan

is becoming costly
in more ways than one.

Where are you, Finch?

I have to assist Miss Groves.

FINCH: I'll be unavailable
for a short time.

Fine, it'll give me
a chance

to find out what our friend
here has been up to.

Your turn to answer
some questions.

Like what?

Like what you were doing

in your supervisor's
office.

What are you after
and for who?

(SIGHS)
Look, man, I'm not a spy.

I wasn't stealing
state secrets, okay?

I was looking
for information...

on my brother, Paul.

Your brother?
Why?

Is he in some kind
of trouble?

No.
He's dead.

_

_

Harry.
You made it.

Yes. Your surprise
is disheartening.

Oh, dear.

- Is he...
- Just knocked out.

Accidentally took an errant
package to the head.

What? He was coming on
strong all day.

We'll have to
work fast.

We're in a dead zone, but if the
truck's off the grid too long,

Samaritan will get suspicious.

We should be able to
locate any malware

recently put on the system.

(SIGHS)
The quicker, the better.

I'm not seeing anything
in applications

or the operating system.

ROOT:
Try the firmware.

(DELIVERY MAN GROANS)

- (THUMPS)
- (DELIVERY MAN GROANS)

Something tells me
he's not going to be

making any more
unwanted advances.

Let's stay on task,
Harry.

Appears you were right,
Miss Groves.

There is some code here in the
firmware that doesn't belong.

Can you copy it?

Done.

(GROANS)

Goodness.
Garrett, are you okay?

What happened?

(SIGHS)

You have siblings?

No.

I just had one, Paul.

He was eight years
older than me.

Oh, that's a big
age difference.

Yeah, Paul pretty much
raised me.

Our dad wasn't around much.

The Army took up
most of his time.

My dad too.

I was only 10
when Paul enlisted,

decided to follow
in our dad's footsteps.

Over the next few years,
I only saw him

around the holidays,
if at all.

It was always the same
conversation.

He'd ask me about school,

and I'd pretend to be
interested in the Army.

Truth was, we hardly
knew each other anymore.

So your brother
was killed in action?

The major who notified us
said that Paul

died heroically in
the service of his country.

Wouldn't say more than that.

Paul's job was classified.

I never cared what Paul did
for the Army.

I just... wanted to know
what happened to him.

After a few years
at the firm,

I was in a position
to find out.

By stealing classified
military files?

Yes, okay.
A couple of times.

But... it felt like my last
chance to know my brother,

who he was.

Is that crazy?

No.

I know what it's like
to lose someone,

to want to know why.

Well, all I learned was,
Paul was no hero.

Why do you say that?

He was under investigation
for treason.

Treason?

Do you still have access to
the photos you took of his file?

Yeah.

Those goons might have
taken my cell phone

but not before I uploaded
everything to the cloud.

This says Paul went to work
for the Pentagon

as an intelligence officer.

It's after that, the part
about the investigation.

He was in Afghanistan
as a military advisor,

where the CIA suspected

he was behind a stolen
weapons shipment.

But why would a Pentagon
intelligence officer

be acting as
a military advisor?

Unless it was a cover.

What is it?

Nothing.

Just need to figure out
our next move.

- Hey, Finch?
- Mr. Reese.

Did you learn what it was
Mr. Duncan was stealing?

Uh, information
on his brother,

about how he died.

Died?
What happened to him?

So we done here?

Unbelievable.

You break into my quarters,
hold me captive,

wreck the place,
and for what?

You know what I've given
to this country,

the risks I take
every day I'm out there?

And this is how my own country
chooses to repay me?

Sorry, but I'm owed a hell
of a lot more than that.

- You know what I've...
- (GUNSHOT)

Now we're done.

FINCH:
John? John?

REESE: What?

What happened to
Duncan's brother?

I killed him.

Now I see the connection.

Beale was running
the Agency's investigation

into Duncan's brother,

and he was the one who sent me
and Stanton after him.

Well, regardless
of Duncan's desire

to know how his brother died,

you cannot tell him
you were involved.

It would make an already
difficult situation untenable.

REESE:
You're right about that.

Our priority now is
to save his life.

With a little time, I could
create a new identity for him,

give him a fresh start
in another country.

REESE: No, there's
no place he could go

that Beale wouldn't find him.

What I need to do
is get Beale to back off.

How might you
accomplish that?

I got an idea.

But I'm gonna need
your help.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

Yeah. When?

Sir, Langley's
detected an attempt

to breach one of its databases.

The hacker is searching for
information on Paul Duncan.

Can you trace the hack?

It appears to be coming
from Times Square.

Turn around.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

_

That's impressive.

DUNCAN: I'm surprised that phony
key card of yours got us inside.

Yeah, my guy
does good work.

Security comes by
every half hour.

Don't worry about them; just
focus on what we came here for.

Okay, we have
the location.

Let's go.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

_

AGENT:
Sir. Look at this.

(MUSIC)

Hello.

Your little ruse work?

I certainly hope so,
for John's sake.

ROOT: I see you're running the
malware we found on the truck.

Dissecting it.

Running it would be
far too dangerous,

seeing as one of its
primary functions

is to connect its host
to Samaritan.

So what have
you found out?

Well, once active,
it attempts to access

all the files
in the infected device

and send all that
information to Samaritan.

- So it's spyware?
- Partially.

It also appears to have
more advanced functions,

but I haven't been able to
decipher them just yet.

Good work, Harry.

Oh...

and I solved
your word puzzle.

What puzzle?

ROOT: The string of ones and
zeros the Machine sent you.

It's not a program.
It's a text file.

A poem?

ROOT:
It's Emily Dickinson.

It's about change,
metamorphosis.

Change what?

The Machine?

Us?

Maybe both.

DUNCAN: I never thought
looking into Paul's death

could get me killed.

Arrested, maybe,
but not dead.

This is about more
than your brother.

He must've gotten close
to something else.

REESE:
Something sensitive.

I'm back in.
What am I looking for?

REESE: Any files that
reference what your brother

was doing for the Pentagon.

Okay, here's something.

It's a brief to Paul

about an incoming
weapons shipment

that was a part of
something called Desert Rain.

Desert Rain?

PAUL:
It says here it was

a joint operation between
the Pentagon and the CIA.

"Supplying arms to our allies,

the Afghan National Police
and Army."

What kind of arms?

Uh, small arms, light weapons,
and surface-to-air missiles.

Stingers,
but those were restricted

from going to
our foreign allies.

Too risky... they could wind up
in enemy hands,

which is why this entire op was
being conducted off the books

without Congressional approval.

Move, please.

The CIA suspected Paul

of selling one of
these weapons shipments.

So when I looked up
his records...

They thought you were digging up
information on their operation,

which, if it got out,
would take down

some very powerful people.

We need to get the hell
out of here. Come on!

Let's go.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(WHISPERING)
Come on. Come on.

(MUSIC)

Drop it!
Or I will put you down.

Okay.

But where's Beale?

Nice to see you again, John.

BEALE: Thought my eyes
were playing tricks on me

the other night,
you being dead and all.

But then I saw that move
with the steering wheel.

So creative.

I should've known if anyone
could cheat death,

it would be you, John.

How does he know
your name?

John and I used to
work together.

You worked
for the CIA?

A lifetime ago.

So this is what you're doing
for work these days?

It's not that different
from my old job.

Just not killing
people anymore.

But you are interfering
with Agency business.

The Agency's business is
killing civilians now?

Civilians?
Or spies?

I'm not a spy.

I just wanted to know
what happened to my brother.

You didn't tell him?

Tell me what?

Something about Paul?
Why's he talking to you?

Because I was there.

My partner and I
were sent to question him

about selling information
to the enemy.

You? So then you must know.

Was Paul a traitor?

Tell me what happened.

We questioned him,
and then...

we left, because
Paul was innocent.

DUNCAN: Innocent?

Your brother
had a tough job,

working in a war zone,

where it was hard to tell
the allies from the enemies.

He could've lost
his way,

but he stayed true

to himself
and his mission.

REESE: A few days after we left,
he was hit by an air strike

in a nearby village,
where he was doing his job...

making a difference.

What he's saying,
is it the truth?

Yeah.

Like he said,

your brother was a hero.

Now I'm afraid
there's still some...

unfinished business
we need to take care of.

There always is.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(GUN COCKS)

This ends now.

You understand?

Well, my driving days
are done.

- You quit?
- Fired.

One too many
safety violations.

FINCH: What is it that
you've fashioned here?

Oh, I installed
the malware on it,

and I'm letting it run.

You what?

Were you not listening when
I said its most basic function

is to establish a connection
with Samaritan?

Yes, which is why it's
air gapped, wireless disabled,

and running on
rechargeable batteries.

- It's isolated.
- But why do this?

The poem the Machine sent us
about metamorphosis,

I think she wants us to let
the malware run its course.

And I've already made
a discovery.

What?

The malware
is replicating itself

and overwriting
the laptop's existing code.

It's working
towards something.

I still think you're
taking an enormous risk.

Yes. Our only option
is to take risks,

big ones, if we want
any chance of finding Shaw

or a way to defeat Samaritan.

We have to be willing to do
whatever it takes now,

or we've already lost.

It's no risk,
no reward, Harry.

Hello, Beale.

Must be losing
your touch.

I made you
three blocks back.

(CHUCKLING)
Hell, I know.

I was enjoying the walk.

So where's
your friend Duncan?

He took a vacation.

Not that it matters to you,

'cause you're gonna
forget about him.

And why would
I do that?

Because if anything
happens to Duncan,

my associate and I
will make sure

the details about Operation
Desert Rain go public.

It'll end some careers.

Might even see
a few prosecutions.

So you're saying you and I
are going to have

to trust each other again?

Suppose I am.

If all this was about
the kid needing

the truth about his brother,
why not just give it to him?

Duncan wanted to know
how Paul died,

but what he needed was to
believe his brother was a hero

so he could let it go.

You were always good at doing
what needed to be done.

Glad to see some things
haven't changed.

But a lot has.

It's a brave new world
out there.

Needs people like us
more than ever.

That's not a good thing.

It's neither good nor bad.

Just the way it is.

We didn't make
the world like this.

Didn't we?

I'll be leaving your name
out of my report.

As far as the Agency
is concerned,

you're still dead.

Why would you do that?

Might be because you could've
killed me the other night

but you didn't.

Or maybe I like knowing
you're out there,

a ghost,

still doing what needs
to be done.

How'd you know
it had a false bottom?

I didn't.

Then why'd you shoot him?

He was justifying
too much for someone

who still believed
in the mission.

He thought the country
owed him.

Of course he took
the money.

You know why Beale really picked
you over the other recruits?

You saying it wasn't
my test scores?

(CHUCKLES QUIETLY)

It was where you
came from.

You had no family,
at least no real family.

And after losing
your adoptive mother,

you were on your own.

Beale knew that you'd give
everything to the Agency,

because you didn't have anyone
or anything to go back to.

Except the girlfriend,

and you didn't hesitate
to walk away from her.

Only because I had to.

That's right,

because we don't get
normal lives,

and you can't miss
what you never had.

That's why Beale picked us

and why we're
so good at our jobs.

(MUSIC)

IRIS: When you said you
wanted to take a walk,

I didn't know you meant alone.

- Hmm?
- (LAUGHS)

You're just more quiet
and brooding than usual.

Sorry.

Is it work?

Or your side job?

Look, I haven't pressured you
to talk about it,

but I notice things.

Odd hours.
Random cuts and bruises.

Blood on your shirt cuff
at lunch the other day.

You caught that, huh?

I read people
for a living, remember?

Well, you...
read me pretty well,

better than just about
anyone ever has.

But it's not the work
that's the problem.

It's my past.

Your past isn't anything
that you can control.

Your future is.

I wish it were
that simple.

But the things I've done...

You don't have to be
that person anymore.

Actually, I do...

and that person doesn't get
to have a normal life.

Says who, hmm?

The job.

And when will the job
be done, John?

(SIGHS)

Well, I hope for your sake, one
day you get to be someone else,

maybe have
that normal life.

Maybe one day.

Just not today.

And not with me.

Good-bye, John.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Yeah, Finch.

FINCH: Mr. Reese? We
have a new number.

I'm on my way.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

(SWEEPING MUSIC)

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