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A little more irrigation,
please.

Soon you'll forget
it's even there.

You might feel a tiny pinch.

Almost done.

Got my German Shepherd
chipped.

Had a nasty habit
of jumping the fence.

I'm afraid this attack dog
is slightly more advanced.

Fortunately for us,
so is our chip.

I should hope so.

Ms. Shaw has killed six of
my men in the last nine months.

Just stitching up now.

It appears the operation
has been a success.

Sir, implanting
an electronic microchip

this close to her brain stem
is incredibly risky--

Thank you, Doctor.

I expect Ms. Shaw to be
much more accommodating

from here on out.

Time to begin phase two.

Hi.

I'm Stewart.

You have beautiful eyes

and gray matter.

If I was a zombie--

A little humor
to break the ice.

Shall we?

Do you remember the first time

you realized
there was something

greater than yourself?

Some people never
experience this state of grace.

Not everyone is meant to,

but you merely have to ask,

and we can show you
the face of a god,

or we can
wipe your slate clean.

Which one will it be, Sameen?

The choice is yours.

We'll start by asking you
a few questions.

Do you remember your name,
your mission?

What about the names
of your Machine's acolytes?

They've compressed
the Machine to its core code,

hiding it somewhere.

Where would they go?

Nothing.

I think that chip
fried her brain.

There was a park
you played in as a girl

on the base in Qatar.

The playground had a roundabout.

The other kids loved to spin,

but you got sick,

so sick it made you angry.

One day you forced
yourself to spin

from sunup to sundown.

How many times did you
retch that day?

There isn't much that gets
a rise out of you, is there?

All right, then,
let's play a game.

Joseph Kent, firefighter.

He pulled you out of
the twisted wreckage

that claimed
your father's life.

Tell me,
is Kent dead or alive?

Dead.

Multiple myeloma,
rare bone cancer.

Sadly, not rare enough.

Dead or alive?

Come on, take a look.

Agent Cole,

your old partner, dead.

Mm.

I'm starting to see a pattern.

Dead...

or...

alive?

Did you come up

with this game
all by yourself,

or did it tell you
to bore me to death?

Well, if it were up to me,

I'd have abandoned you long ago

like your so-called friends.

First thing I'm gonna do

when I get out
of these straps...

is make you bleed.

Promises, promises.

Afraid our chip
didn't take.

How should we proceed?

_

Our pet goes under
the knife again.

And if she becomes
a slobbering vegetable?

A little brain damage
is a small price to pay

if we can turn Ms. Shaw
into a valuable asset.

Sameen! Sameen!

- Stop it.
- Stop resisting!

Hold still.

I think she wet herself.

What a mess.

I thought she was
a killer.

Perhaps
you over-sedated her.

Doesn't matter.

Even if Shaw
becomes a team player

after her next visit
to the OR,

her bladder issues will be
the least of her problems.

Surgery waits for no man.

Have a seat.

My men will be waiting
as soon as the door opens.

I'm counting on it.

The average person

swallows 2,000 times a day.

Now, it's a good thing
you're not average,

'cause this much BZD

could stop your heart.

Now let's play a game.

Dead or alive?

Alive.
Well, what do you know?

Now that's what I call
being a team player.

Hey!

No, no, no.

You gotta be kidding me.

Okay, I'm gonna have to
borrow your boat.

Thanks for the parting gift.

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Can I, uh-- can I help you
find anything?

Move along, Milhouse.

The patient is ready for you,
Doctor.

Hey, Milhouse.

Oh, my God.
Are you okay?

Dandy.
Thanks for asking.

I just need to use your phone.

Oh, come on, man, today.

Bobby. Bobby what?

Jackson.

Bobby Jackson. Yeah.

Okay, Bobby Jackson,
you'll do.

Customer service.
How can we help you today?

Uh, yeah, hi, I'm calling

from the City Square Pharmacy
on 24th Street.

There's a homicide
in progress.

I'm about to kill Bobby Jackson.

What?

Looks like your number's up.

Uh, yeah, hi, I'm calling

from the City Square Pharmacy
on 24th Street.

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Okay, Bobby,
stop that, all right?

Don't be such a wimp.

Bobby.
Hey, hey.

Please, please
don't kill me.

- I want to live, please.
- Stop.

Stop wetting yourself,
all right?

I'm not really gonna
kill you.

I just needed to
make it look good,

send up a flare
for some friends.

They tend to show up
at imminent murders.

But some other people
might show up

before my friends do.

Now, you guys got
a sporting goods section?

Uh...

Aisle five.

Batter up.

Ugh! Ah!

Go.

Ugh! Ah!

Ugh!

Drop it!

Looks like today's
your lucky day.

Orders said to bring you back.

Didn't say to
bring you back alive.

Ah!

Whoever's back there,

kick over your weapon,

and I'll let you
keep full mobility.

Shaw.

Not a very friendly
homecoming.

Thanks for saving my ass.

I can't believe it's you.

Shaw?

Shaw. Shaw!

Samaritan is definitely
tracking her.

We can't take her back
to the Machine.

I guess we're gonna
have to do it here.

They got in my head.

Way ahead of you.

We've seen Samaritan's
brain accessories before.

Let's get that chip
out of your skull.

We're on a moving subway car

that's probably caked
in rat crap.

Not the ideal operating theater.

Fugitives can't be choosers.

Brain surgery,
medieval-style.

Awesome.

Remember how we first met?

You tried to burn me
with an iron.

Fun, right?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe
you'll like this too.

But it's probably
gonna suck.

Just get this damn thing
out of me.

Aah!

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We shouldn't throw
caution to the wind.

Remember Martine told us
Shaw had been turned.

She was lying.

Shaw's one of us.

We don't know
what they did to her.

Where the hell
did you take me?

You're at my place, sweetie.

Nice digs.

Wanna move in?

Someone else is excited
you're back.

Woman's best friend.

Bear.

Oh, it's damn good
to see you too, buddy.

Bear, leave her be.

The chip?

Removed and disabled.

They can't hurt you anymore.

I'll analyze the chip.

It may hold intel
that could help the Machine.

So the Machine's still alive?

Alive and well.

Wanna take a field trip?
Say hi?

I don't know.

If I step out of here,
they could pick up the scent.

You're right
to exercise caution.

We gotta get to Greer.

Cut off the dragon's head,
the body will die.

A well thought-out plan
takes time.

We haven't survived this long
by virtue of rash decisions.

Yeah, 'cause actions
aren't really your thing, huh?

Did you even look for me?

Of course we did.

Not hard enough.

We should go, John.

I trust you'll recover smoothly
under Ms. Groves' care.

Left you, um,

some get-well whiskey
in the bar.

I hope he didn't miss me
too much.

I never stopped
looking for you.

It's kind of cold in here.

Uh, yeah.

You're just, uh,

still recovering
from surgery.

You should get
under the covers.

Kinda left me hanging
at the stock exchange.

Of course, you did save my life.

Maybe there's some way
I can repay the favor?

I'm not really in
the right mindset

for any of this.

Right.

You should get some rest.

Had a rough couple of days.

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You know, I'm not tired.

It's hard to imagine
both of us...

making it out of this
in one piece.

♪ do I move you ♪

Be a hell of a way to go.

♪ are you willing ♪

♪ do I groove you ♪

♪ is it thrilling ♪

Ah!

Guess you're in
the mindset now.

♪ tell the truth now ♪

- ♪ do I move you ♪
- Shut up.

♪ the answer better be yes ♪

♪ sweet God almighty ♪

Oh!

That didn't suck.

Oh, there was
plenty of sucking.

I already wanted
to tear Samaritan apart,

turn it into an Atari.

That's too nice.

Scarred my beautiful girl.

Maybe a Casio.

All the scars
are from before

when I worked relevant
numbers with the ISA.

Samaritan's torture
was more psychological.

And you never broke.

When I was training
the with ISA,

they taught us
if we were ever tortured

to take our mind
somewhere else,

someplace safe.

Where did you go?

Nowhere.

The training was bull.

There was no safe place.

No escape.

Hey...

stay here with me.

Well, I couldn't stand you
when we first met.

You wouldn't stop bugging me.

Uhh--

No.

No...

The chip is gone.

You're--

you're not
in my head anymore.

Get out of my--

Sameen?

Are you okay?

I don't know.

Come back to bed.

We'll figure it out
in the morning.

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Okay, I'll be right there.

Hey, baby.

Don't move a muscle.

I'm gonna go grab us
some breakfast.

So what did you need
to tell me so urgently?

Finch finished
analyzing the chip.

It's a placebo.

If there's anything wrong
with Shaw, it's not the chip.

Is she okay?

She's... behaving strangely.

We need to figure out
what's going on with her.

If she's turned.

Shaw's not the enemy.

You have no idea
what Samaritan put her through.

Or how it's changed her?

I won't hurt her.

Neither will you.

I'm not saying that.

Look,
just... stay with her.

See if you can
find out anything.

So I don't get it.
You guys think that

I'm a double agent, or I'm
a human bomb about to detonate?

- Sameen.
- John's a professional dick,

but I can't believe
that you don't trust me.

Wait, did--

Did you bug me?

I know you have
been through things

that we can't imagine,
but...

you don't
have to be scared.

Scared?
This has to end.

Now.

You know what?
Screw this.

Excuse me.

Hi, honey.

Yeah, this is Sameen Shaw.

I know you're looking for me.

- So come and get me.
- Hello? Who's this?

I'm taking the fight
to Samaritan right now.

And I'm gonna destroy it
once and for all.

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We're not equipped for
this hunting party.

We are now.

I brought a few extra
party favors.

It's time we slay the dragon.

Or time we hit the road.

- Damn it.
- Hands up!

Found our escapee, sir.
We'll make it look clean.

Could've made it a little
harder for us, though.

You know, I was thinking
the exact same thing.

Can you triangulate a signal
off his last call?

Let's reach out
and touch his boss.

My dear Samaritan,
have you relocated

Sameen Shaw
or her associates?

Hey, Gramps.

- Ah!
- Root!

You okay?
Let's go.

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Everything all right,
Sameen?

If you want to live,
keep your mouth shut.

Please don't shoot.

I have no wish to make
my final confession.

Why'd you bring us here,
Finch?

Turns out this

is the best place
to hide from a god.

This way, please.

It seems centuries-old stone
acts as a natural Faraday cage.

At least we won't
disturb the occupants.

- We should be safe here.
- Hmm.

How unreasonably
optimistic of you.

There's no hiding
him, not for long.

So we don't hide him.

We kill him while we still
have the chance.

We don't render final
judgments, Ms. Groves.

Then we'll never win.
Let's finish this now.

We need him alive.

Weren't you
the one who said,

"Cut off the head,
the dragon dies"?

Oh, Puff's head's gonna roll,

but not before he tells us
how to defeat it.

I'm not the head
of the beast, as you suggest.

There is no head.

As such, I'm irrelevant.

So, do with me what you will.

Torture, kill.

You know,
I was hoping you'd say that.

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You had me strapped to a bed
for nine months.

So now
you're returning the favor.

It's retribution time, is it?

Well, that's the one thing
we operatives are good at.

Afraid my days
in MI6 are long gone.

Oh, but not your habits.

I knew a lot of guys like you.
Hell, I was you.

And one of the qualities
you all have in common--

you always have an out.

And you built the damn thing,
so you must have an off switch.

Be a dear and wake me up

when you're done
asking the same question.

How do you shut it down?

There's nothing
in my lapel, John.

No, but you've got a kill
switch in here somewhere.

You wouldn't trust anyone
but yourself with it.

- There.
- You find something?

Ms. Shaw, please.

Please, Sameen!

Whatever it is you're hiding,

it's wedged between
your radius and your ulna.

A USB drive.

Didn't you say we're in
a Faraday cage, Finch?

Let's plug it in.

The USB's heavily encrypted,

but I broke through
long enough to get a glimpse

of a familiar code.

- So you know the code?
- I know the author.

An old associate,
Arthur Claypool,

Samaritan's forefather.

I believe this code
is a kill switch.

A unique string of characters
that will obliterate our rival

once this USB is plugged
into a networked device.

But we won't know for sure
until I crack this encryption.

So keep typing!

You should rest, Ms. Shaw.

Your...

My brain's been fried.

I'm sorry.

You're not the one
who drilled into my head.

But maybe I could've helped
to stop it.

You asked me
if I even looked for you.

In my heart, I thought--

You thought I was dead.

I gave up on you.

And for that
I am truly, truly sorry.

Well, if I'm gonna
tackle this encryption,

I need to go to
a more private place.

Ms. Shaw?

Sameen, what are you doing?

Sameen! Sameen?

Sameen, please, let go.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to
look at the drive.

It's all right, Ms. Shaw.

Like I said,
you need some rest.

Ms. Groves,

let's get you
a proper bandage.

And here I thought this might
be my final resting place.

- What just happened?
- I have no idea.

And neither does Ms. Shaw.
Keep an eye on her.

You've been through a lot.

I'll keep watch.
Get some shut-eye.

No.

Not till I kick
this lousy AI's ass

off the face of the Earth.

Hard soles.

Flanking formation.
Three, maybe four ops.

Guess nap time's over.

Keep Greer company.
I'll be right back.

I appreciate your commitment
to authenticity,

my dear Sameen,

but, uh,
it's time to call off

this charade,
don't you think?

I think you're lucky
to be alive.

Yes, I am.

Mm-hmm, thanks to you.

You've almost
completed your mission.

Everything is proceeding
exactly as we planned.

We didn't plan anything.

Didn't we?

It was your idea to plant
the USB in my arm.

Ingenious, really.

It is a kill switch,

only not the kind
your friends are expecting.

Ah--

You lying bastard.

Ugh.

You planted another chip.

We didn't need a chip.

We broke you months ago.

No.
I escaped.

Because we let you.

Now, be a good girl

and lead us to the Machine
and the base of its operations.

Then we can all go home.

Ugh! Ah!

We're already in your head.

You couldn't hurt me
even if you wanted to.

But you will have blood

on your hands
when you murder

all of your friends.

Ah--

I took care of
the operatives upstairs,

but more will show up soon.

Shaw, what did you do?

I killed the bastard.

They planned for us
to find that USB.

Greer said
it was a kill switch,

just not what
we were expecting.

It was a trap.

I think it was
a Trojan horse.

What if it signaled Samaritan
when we plugged it

into some kind
of network device?

They would know where Finch is,

the Machine,
and they'd attack.

Come on.

Finch, do not plug the USB

into anything
that is not air gapped.

I already did.

There was no other way
to test it.

- What's wrong?
- Damn it.

It's a beacon.

Samaritan knows where you are.

You need to get
the hell out, fast.

John, we can't
abandon the Machine.

I thought you'd say that.

We'll be there
to back you up

as soon as we can.

This way.

Shaw, wait.

How did Greer know we were
gonna capture him?

What?

He knew it.

That's why he created a trap
and implanted a USB.

Somebody warned him.

You got
something to say?

You better nut up and say it.

Did you warn him?

Not a chance in hell.

You good?

Yeah.

We gotta go, come on.

Something's wrong with you.

We're not going back
to the Machine

until we talk this through.

Come on, I'll buy you
a cup of coffee.

John, Sameen,
are you all right?

What's going on?

I don't know what happened.

Samaritan ops,
they came out of nowhere.

They got him.

John's dead.

No, this can't happen!

Shaw, you have
to get out of there.

I'll come find you,
bring you back.

You can't.
You're hurt.

I am not ready
to lose you again, Sameen.

Whatever happened,
we'll fix it.

Just stay alive.

Don't.

No, please don't.

This way.

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I think we lost them.

We gotta get back
to the Machine.

We need to be sure first.

Harold's alone,
unprotected.

Don't worry.

I'll watch our tail.

You lead the way.

There's something
I need to tell you

about Reese.

It can wait till
we're home safe.

Follow me.

Where are you going?

We need to get back
to Harold and the Machine.

I can't do this anymore.

I don't know
who's controlling this.

Controlling what, sweetie?

Me.

I shot Reese.

And now I'm gonna kill you too.

So why haven't you?

Because somewhere...

in your sociopathic heart,

you know we belong together.

We'll work through this,

but first... I need
to get you to safety.

But nothing's safe.

Do you know where we are?

What they did to me?

The torture?

I told you
I couldn't escape it.

But when things
got to be too bad...

there was one place
I would go to in my mind.

Here...

with you.

You were my safe place.

But not anymore,

and I can't control myself.

So the only thing

I can control is this.

Sameen!

Sir, she blew her
brains out again.

And she didn't lead us
any closer

to the Machine's location.

It appears we still have
a few wrinkles to iron out.

Good news--
she waited an extra hour

before she shot you.

How uplifting.

Shall we give it
another go, sir?

Yes.

Start the simulation again.

Simulation 6,742.

How are you doing, Sameen?

We have all the time
in the world, my dear Sameen.

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