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You are being watched.

The government has a secret system...

Secret system...

A system you asked
for, to keep you safe.

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

You've granted it the
power to see everything,

to index, order, and control
the lives of ordinary people.

The government considers
these people irrelevant.

We don't.

But to it, you are all irrelevant.

Victim or perpetrator,
if you stand in its way...

We'll find you.

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Good morning, John.

Any updates from the subway?

Are the simulations up and running?

No news yet.

Professor Whistler
needed to check some books out

from the campus
library, so while I was out

I thought I would take the
opportunity to update

security at the safe house.

Was there a problem with the safe house?

You can't be too careful.

I take it that you've managed to
track down our latest number.

I'm at the Real Time Crime Center.

A watcher watching the watchers.

Or listener, as the case may be.

Ethan Garvin.

A sound analyst for ShotSeeker,

an acoustic surveillance
system that uses microphones

mounted across the city
to pinpoint the location

of a gunshot, and can
do it to within 50 feet.

I see you've done
your homework, Professor.

More fun doing it than grading it.

Mr. Garvin's main job is
to rule out false positives

from loud noises like car backfires,

before dispatching police.

Right now he's wrapping
up a 12-hour night shift

and slamming coffee
like he just woke up.

Were those gunshots, Mr. Reese?

Time will tell, Professor.

Garvin's on the case.

Four sensors generating data.

148 decibels.

Do you need a hand, Detective?

Riley. My question can wait though.

I want to see ShotSeeker in action.

Well, ShotSeeker says it's gunfire,

but the question is,
what does Garvin say?

Shots fired.

Shots fired near 19026 Hilltop.

Unit 329, you're one block west.

Copy that.

Officers in pursuit.

20 bucks says it's a Glock 22.

Any takers?

The city almost scrapped
this whole system six months ago.

Too many false alarms,
but then Garvin came in,

recalibrated the sensors, and
efficiency is through the roof.

Okay, suspect's in custody.

Nice work, Garvin.

It's a Glock 22.

Want to grab some lunch, Garvin?

No, thanks.

I promised the old
lady we'd go to sushi.

And your question was?

Actually, I need to take this call.

Listen, babe, I got to cancel sushi.

I'm getting sucked back into overtime.

Garvin just lied
to his girlfriend.

I wonder who else he's lying to.

All right, you guys are up next.

Nice good warm-up laps. Good job.

- This should cover it.
- All right.

Do I know you?

Why don't we take
three steps to the left?

Domain Awareness doesn't
need to see this.

That's it.

I'm on my lunch break, pal.

Your son Lee is not half bad.

His footwork's sloppy, but
he's good with a stick.

I know talent when I see it.

I also know you're
one of the last people

to see Carl Elias alive.

You want to know about Elias?

I want to know who killed my friend.

It's in my report.

I don't believe police
reports written by dirty cops.

- I came here for the truth.
- You got the truth.

Now why don't you take off
while you still got your teeth?

Let me put it to you this way,

I loved Carl Elias like a brother,

the way some fathers love their sons.

I swear to God, you look
at my kid one more time.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

You're asking questions
even I don't know the answers to.

Okay.

I get it now.

It's your partner that calls the shots

even when it's your name on the report.

You tell John Bruce
Moran's looking for him.

I'll see you around, Detective.

I like what you've done with the place.

Padlock's a nice touch.

A necessary precaution.

We copied that malware together,

and now you're seriously locking me out?

More like locking Samaritan in.

I used code from that laptop
to incubate a miniature clone

of our enemy ASI.

You put a baby Samaritan in a nursery.

Just a kernel of its code

trapped inside this Faraday cage.

What's your plan, Harry?

Zip tie it to a
chair and ask it questions?

No, I thought I'd leave
that to the Machine.

I've begun incubating a
similar kernel of our own ASI.

Soon I'll allow the two
entities to engage one another

in a series of controlled simulations

with the Machine code probing
the Samaritan code

for weaknesses.

Like rival ASIs playing online chess.

The results of the
simulations might indicate a strategy

we could use against
Samaritan in the real world.

When's show time?

I need an hour or so.

I'll go get the popcorn.

Actually, Ms. Groves,

this is more of a closed performance.

So you are locking me out.

Not just you. Everyone.

If you want me to do whatever it takes,

I'll have to do it on my own terms.

Yes, Mr. Reese.

Hold on a sec, Finch.

Well, we know how
Garvin gets his second wind,

and it's not Jamba Juice.

Just tailed him to 607 West 126th.

Low-income
housing on the edge of campus.

Equally popular among the working poor

or graduate students whose parents
don't pay their rent.

Krupa.

Finch, what's behind door number 4J?

Krupa Naik.

She's pursuing a doctorate in
chemistry at the university.

Perhaps Mr. Garvin's chemical
stash ran low.

Krupa.

Hey, yo, come on, man.

You again?

I'm looking for Krupa
Naik. You seen her?

Get lost

before I call the real cops.

When was the last time you saw her?

W-w-wait, please. It's about Krupa.

He's badgering the girl from 4E now.

Mary Mulhall.

She's in the same graduate
program as Krupa.

I don't even know you.

But you must've known Krupa.

Here.

I need to know if you hear from her.

Okay, Garvin might be a good listener,

but he's an even better stalker.

Hold the phone, Finch.

Think we just found our perp.

He just broke into Krupa's apartment.

Lower your weapon, nobody gets hurt.

You were at the RTCC this morning.

John Riley. Homicide.

Took you long enough.

It's a ShotSeeker alert.

It just recognized those gunshots.

Shots fired
near 607 West 126th Street.

Unit 214, you are two blocks east.

Scratch that, dispatch.

This is John Riley, Homicide.

I'm at the location
now. Suspect's in custody.

What's going on with you, Garvin?

Three nights ago at 2:00
a.m., ShotSeeker microphones

picked up three loud pops
from inside this building.

It was unmistakably
gunfire, but the program said

that it was firecrackers.

So, how many pills you pop

before you unmistakably heard gunfire?

Look, the woman who lives
here, grad student named Krupa Naik,

she hasn't been seen for days.

Official story says that she
went missing after setting off

three M80s in her living
room, but the last time I checked,

this ain't the fourth of July,

and it's not something
PhD chemists do for fun.

So you think she was shot.

It was gunfire,

and I can prove it.

Hey.

Easy now.

Trust me.

These are the M80
firecrackers that ShotSeeker picked up

a half an hour ago.

See how precise?

ShotSeeker picked up the
sound, located it correctly,

and identified it as firecrackers.

Now here's what
ShotSeeker recorded three nights ago

at Krupa's place.

That's firecracker, right?

Yeah, same sound, same waveform.

Yeah.

I could see why you would think that,

but you see that spike?

It's pressurized gas escaping
as the bullet exits the barrel.

It's also called a muzzle blast.

From a Ruger 22.

How can you tell that?

I can hear it.

I was just born this way.

And here's the Ruger that
you watched me unload

into Krupa's fireplace.

Now if we compare that
with the so-called firecrackers

from the other night.

- Identical.
- Yeah.

Krupa disappeared after
three bullets were fired

in her living room three nights ago.

And no one seems to give a damn.

Unless you feel inspired, Detective.

Mary Mulhall.

She's Krupa's neighbor and classmate.

I think she knows
something but is too afraid to talk.

I've hacked into
ShotSeeker from here, Mr. Reese,

and while I can't claim
Mr. Garvin's sharp ears,

I'm inclined to believe his case.

He appears to have stumbled
on a possible murder.

Whoever shot Krupa may
be targeting Garvin

to scuttle his investigation.

The best way to protect Ethan Garvin

is to find out who's
responsible for Krupa's disappearance.

Why don't you and Mr.
Garvin run down your first lead?

An official missing
persons report for Krupa Naik

was filed today by Benjamin Haas,

president of an anti-hunger non-profit

called Feed The Globe.

Let's get going.

Where to now?

Hold on a second, partner.

We got a problem.

This guy Bruce Moran threatened my kid.

He's Elias's closest ally.

He's been underground for months.

Yeah, well, he decided to get some sun.

You know, it's one
thing to keep me in the dark,

but it's something completely different

to put my family at risk.

Don't worry, I'll make it right.

Tell him the truth.

'Cause if you won't, I will.

At least my end of it.

I told you, I will handle it,

but now, I need you to
work this missing persons case

with my new friend Ethan Garvin.

Another missing persons.

All right, Ms. Groves.

The miniature machine
clone is on this laptop.

You know, for a man with
such serious concerns

about the proliferation of artificial
super intelligence,

you sure do love to build new ones.

I can connect this Machine laptop
to the Samaritan laptop

via this central computer, which
will function as a forum

for their virtual engagement.

Or a Roman Colosseum for
an unlimited series

of virtual battles.

If Samaritan has a fatal
flaw, we'll know it soon enough.

This is what She wanted, Harold.

Let the games begin.

_

It's working.

_

When's the last time you slept?

Couple days. I don't know.

- Not since Krupa went missing.
- I hear you.

My last couple of missing person
cases hit a brick wall,

but you got to take care of yourself.

You know those guys?

No.

Why?

That's weird.

Americans throw out enough
food every year

to fill 730 football stadiums.

The world doesn't
have an abundance problem

when it comes to food.

It has a distribution problem.

What's that have to do with
our Krupa Naik problem?

Krupa developed a freeze-drying
process that would convert

fresh produce to powder,
and extend its shelf life

by two years.

She was going to license her research
to us for a modest fee

so we could feed millions,

but someone didn't want us to have it.

Who?

I'm J.D. Carrick, CEO of Harvesta.

J.D. Carrick offered Krupa a fortune

to buy her research outright.

And that's a bad thing how?

Well, she said no, and then vanished.

Harvesta opposition has
a habit of disappearing,

including six farming
activists in Ecuador last month.

Why do you think it was this guy?

Well, Carrick got pretty
hostile during negotiations.

Three days ago, Krupa
chose Feed The Globe

over Harvesta,

and that was the last
time anyone saw her.

Then, about 2:00 a.m. that night...

Same time Krupa went missing.

Somebody hacked our company servers
and stole just one file.

Let me guess.

The one with Krupa's research on it.

So, you think whoever stole that file

is behind her disappearance.

I know it, but my IT
guy can't trace the hack.

Maybe my IT guy's better than yours.

You've been underground for months,

and you chose to resurface

by threatening Detective Fusco's son.

I thought you were
smarter than that, Bruce.

It worked.

I got your attention.

I need you to listen to me.

Go back underground and stay there
until you're ready to die.

Carl Elias and Anthony
Marconi were my brothers

since childhood, and I lost
them both within a matter of months.

Anthony's death was suitably avenged.

Elias saw to that.

Elias's final chapter
has yet to be written.

But I can't write it
until I know who killed him,

which I think you do.

That's not a question
you want the answer to.

Whoever went after Elias
would kill you just for asking it,

let alone seeking vengeance.

I made my peace with that.

Well, I'm sorry for your loss, Bruce,

but that's what it is.

A loss.

You want to talk about loyalty?

I'll kill you myself you
ever go near Fusco again.

730 stadiums, that's a lot of leftovers.

Multiple gunshots
fired at 64 West 21st Street.

That's here.

Multiple shots
fired at 64 West 21st Street.

- There's no gunfire.
- All units respond.

ShotSeeker must be wrong.

Shooter is a male, 5'10",

wearing a plaid
shirt and a black hoodie,

and is considered armed
and extremely dangerous.

That's you. Drop the phone.

I'm calling the ShotSeeker tech.

Drop your phone!

What's happening?

Drop the gun!

It's not a gun! It's not a gun!

I'm a cop! Don't shoot!

Boy, you look more
strung out than usual.

Yeah, four cops almost shot me.

Yeah, and I almost took the bullets.

Someone just tried to set
him up for a suicide by cop,

and they used ShotSeeker to do it.

I saw two guys in a van that
might be tracking us.

Could be working for Harvesta.

RTCC's trying to pull
up some visuals now.

I've already checked, Detective.

There are cameras
outside Feed The Globe,

but that van

was never in their sight.

However, the anonymous phone call

with Garvin's exact
description came from a nearby payphone,

also off camera.

Anonymous, huh?

Send me the address.
I'll go check it out.

That's interesting.

Someone hacks Feed The
Globe to steal Krupa's research,

and then ShotSeeker is hacked

to orchestrate a suicide by cop.

Ms. Groves and I will
follow the cyber trail.

- Okay, I'll take Garvin to...
- Detective.

Krupa's neighbor
from apartment 4E, Mary.

She wants to meet.

Very good.

Keep me posted.

No rest for the weary.

Let's go.

Hey, you settle that thing with Bruce?

Well, settled's a stretch,

but I got him off your back.

Got to go, Lionel.

I'll take ShotSeeker, you
look at Feed The Globe.

Okay, Harry.

Let's hack these hackers.

How goes the ASI death match?

Too soon to tell, I'm afraid.

Is it?

Even her replica's overmatched.

Have you considered recoding
Her with a more defensive stance?

You mean arm the Machine?

More like equip Her with
the tools She needs

to better protect herself.

Self-preservation is a very
close cousin to aggression.

A child, your child, needs
to learn to push back

on the playground.

That's not an instinct we
should hope to nurture

in any artificial super intelligence.

Not even one that we call our own.

She's our only ally in this war.

You need to learn to trust Her.

But I do, Ms. Groves.

The Machine is infinitely
smarter than either of us.

If anyone here needs
to recode the Machine,

it should be the Machine.

Mary's late.

Maybe she got scared.

That's no way to live, Garvin.

You're gonna run
yourself into the ground.

You know, I must've
dispatched a thousand cops

to a thousand different crime scenes.

Every shooting victim never
more than just a name in a file,

and then three nights ago,

back from dispatch I heard the name

like a shot from the past.

Krupa Naik.

Like, whoa. I know that name.

First time on the job, you know?

You knew her?

No, I mean, we weren't friends.

I knew who she was way
back in high school,

and to be honest, I never
even really liked her.

Got the best
grades, but I always thought

she was kind of a kiss-ass.

Turns out she's out there
changing the world

while the rest of us are
wearing headphones,

and now she's gone,

and nobody cares.

You care.

Another missing
persons, three days gone.

You know how this ends, don't you?

No,

and neither do you.

Never lose that.

I can't find any evidence that
ShotSeeker was ever hacked.

It's possible we're looking
at this all wrong.

Hmm. Not so fast, Harry.

I just found
evidence of the cyber attack

on Feed The Globe's servers.

Thee nights ago at 2:00 a.m.

Can you tell where it originated?

Inside Harvesta on a
laptop belonging to its CEO,

J.D. Carrick.

There's the missing
research file right there.

Looks like Carrick stole the file

right before he had Krupa killed.

Let's have a look.

I can't seem to open it.

That's some pretty wily encryption.

Detective, any luck
locating that anonymous caller?

Nah, nobody saw anything.

By the way, this phone's out of order.

That doesn't seem possible.

Good for you. A phone that works.

I'll call you back, Detective.

Mr. Reese, have
you made contact with Mary yet?

Not yet. Why?

Were those shots fired, Finch?

ShotSeeker pinpoints the noise

to a university facilities
yard not far from the chemistry lab

where Krupa and Mary work, but...

Oh, that's odd.

ShotSeeker says it's
car backfire, but...

Those are definitely gunshots.

It's another cover-up in progress.

The police won't be alerted, Mr. Reese.

You need to get there fast.

The number. It's Mary.

Detective Fusco, we have an emergency.

I heard something up there.

Please, help, please.

We found Mary, Finch.

We're gonna need an ambulance.

I heard something.

- He's still here.
- Get down now.

You all right?

What's your status, Mr. Reese?

Fusco's here. I'm in pursuit now.

Wait here for my partner.

An ambulance is on the
way, Mary, but listen.

We can still find Krupa.

He knows.

Knows? What?

What does he know?

He's... he's...

The anonymous call
originated at a broken pay phone.

The ShotSeeker hack is
real, but is completely invisible,

and yes, Harvesta is the beneficiary

of this conspiracy, but only
one entity is sophisticated enough

to execute it.

Samaritan.

Proceed with caution, Mr. Reese.

The shooter's with Samaritan.

Got it.

Suspect's moving east on 119th Street.

Gray van. New York plates KDD-0327.

Where's my partner?

You can relax, Finch.

He's gone.

My boss wants to talk to you.

Mr. Reese?

Mr. Reese?

Mary Mulhall is dead.

My partner's gone and he's
not answering his phone.

Any bright ideas, Finch?

One moment please, Detective.

I'm afraid Samaritan has John.

Locate primary asset.

Show me John Reese.

Shaw's trail's cold,

but John's isn't yet.

We need a lead fast before
we lose him too.

Sit tight, Detective.

No way, glasses.

I don't think so. My partner's missing.

He's NYPD. Everybody listen up.

I am Detective Lionel Fusco
from the Homicide Task Force.

My partner, Detective John Riley,

disappeared from this location

22 minutes ago in pursuit

of the pissant who killed this woman.

One of ours is missing, guys,

and we're gonna get him back.

You, get on the RTCC

and get a hit on that
gray van I called in.

You, I want you to find J.D.
Carrick from Harvesta.

Bring him to the 8th for questioning,

and I want to talk to him.

Everyone else, clock's
ticking. Let's go.

Oh, dear, Detective
Fusco is running headlong

into Samaritan's crosshairs.

Detective, I understand your zeal,

but I would urge you to use caution

until we know what we're up against.

See, that's the thing, Mr. Wizard.

I think you know
exactly what we're up against,

but you flat-out refuse to tell me.

Detective Fusco, I assure you...

Don't tell me you
haven't noticed that homicides

are dropping, but suicides are up,

and so are missing persons.

There are people
disappearing all over this town.

Now John's gone too.

I am not gonna let this one lie.

Not this time.

Wonderful.

Now we have to save
Mr. Reese from Samaritan

and Detective Fusco from himself.

John needs our help now.

You have to give us
something to work with.

Krupa gave me a hard drive.

Where? Your apartment?

If I tell you,
w-will I see her again?

What do you think?

Go to hell.

We'll find it.

That hard drive, it's our
best chance to get a lead on Reese.

I'll come with you.

No.

I need you here more than ever.

Don't worry.

If there's trouble on the playground...

I'll push first.

Locate New York plates KDD-0327.

Mary must've told them something.

I think your heart's in
the right place, kid,

but maybe you should
leave the police work

to the real police, so no
one else gets hurt, huh?

This is for your own good.

Everywhere you go, a
bullet seems to follow.

J.D. Carrick from Harvesta.

Are you responsible for this?

Detective Fusco, Homicide.

Homicide?

That's a big game badge, Detective.

That's gonna look great
stuffed and mounted on my wall.

Let's go, tough guy.

Yeah, sit down.

My partner's missing,

and every minute I don't find him,

your life's gonna get worse.

I've got one dead
girl, another one missing,

a cyber crime trail that
leads from Krupa's missing research

directly back to your laptop.

Krupa. Krupa Naik?

Look, pal.

You can help yourself out here

by telling me where my partner is.

Krupa Naik is an impressive chemist

who chose to waste her
brilliant scientific innovation

on delivering food to
starving Africans who insist on living

where they can't
actually grow any food themselves.

You'd be better off arresting
her for idiocy.

Yeah, but I can't do
that because you've already

murdered her for a business deal.

Hang on.

Krupa's dead?

Hey, look, this stuff
might work in Ecuador,

but this is New York City, pal.

Exactly right, my
friend, this is New York,

where guys like me have
lawyers for cops like you.

You do your job and
go wake up my attorney.

Let's try this again, big time.

_

I could use
some good news, Root.

I wish I had some.

Looks like
Samaritan's already been here.

Wait.

He's still here, but he
hasn't found the hard drive yet.

Wish me luck, Harry.

Ms. Groves?

Please tell me you found Mr. Reese.

You found the van.

At the precinct.

Detective Fusco, Mary's
killer is heading into

the 8th precinct.

Mary's too smart to
hide it in her things.

Where is he? Where's Reese?

Who?

Welcome back to Brooklyn, John.

This time we're gonna talk on my terms.

Elias spoke well of you, John.

You're a man of honor

with impeccable training,
so it'd be doubly pointless

to tie you up,

but they'll shoot you if
you move from that chair.

I'll keep that in mind.

It's been four months
since Elias and Dominic

were assassinated,

along with at least four other kingpins.

What four other kingpins?

In Boston, Philly, Chicago.

That mean something to you?

I think it means crime doesn't pay.

Four long months, I've
been lying in wait to retaliate

against whomever rose
up to fill the void.

And nobody rose up, and
I'm tired of waiting.

I think you know who killed Elias,

and I'd like for you to tell me who.

I know you.

Never forget a face.

Maybe you have me
confused with the last guy

you held at gunpoint.

If you don't tell me where Reese is,

I'm gonna do more than just point.

Don't know, don't care,

but I can't let you
leave with that hard drive.

Why?

What's on it?

All I know is it's dangerous,

and my boss is paying good money for it.

On top of murdering the
poor woman who lived here.

I don't know anything about that.

Tell me where Samaritan's taken Reese.

Samaritan?

You really don't know.

You're just a cog in a wheel
you can't possibly comprehend.

You don't know a damn thing about me.

You just know this:

I'm not going back to jail.

You can forget about the drive too.

Agree to disagree?

You work for an
organization called Samaritan.

They may have convinced you
of their own good intentions,

but believe me, they're lying.

Detective Fusco!

You need something, kid?

Don't move. Hands behind your back.

You're gonna be okay, kid.

Still no word from John.

The guy they sent was a runner.

He didn't know anything,

but we know him.

It's Jeff Blackwell.

He was a number.

One we dismissed.

Guess She was right after all.

He's off the grid doing
Samaritan's bidding now.

Got a feeling we
haven't seen the last of him.

How's our twitchy tech?

Detective Fusco stopped one assassin,

but Samaritan will
just keep sending more.

And we can't put a stop
to it until we understand

why Garvin's
targeted in the first place.

Oh, maybe this will help.

Blackwell said
Samaritan thinks it's dangerous.

It's a backup of Krupa's research.

You saw this exact
file on Carrick's computer

earlier today, didn't you?

I couldn't open it, remember?

Wily encryption.

That's interesting. May I?

Yeah.

Samaritan has encrypted
the file so that no human

can ever open it.

It's a decoy, Ms. Groves.

A fake.

Samaritan planted this
decoy on Carrick's computer

to frame him for Krupa's murder.

How adorably ruthless and elaborate.

Carrick has done this sort
of thing before in Ecuador,

so it's more than easy
to assume he did it here.

Good work, Harry.

But how do we save Ethan Garvin's life?

Let's assume that
Samaritan is targeting Garvin

because his
investigation threatens to unearth

a copy of Krupa's research.

Which is exactly what happened.

By that logic, if we
disseminate the research now,

Garvin ceases to be a threat.

The danger that he represents
would've already come to pass.

I can upload it to 15
online science journals right now.

You could, but should we?

Why does Samaritan want to
bury that research so badly?

Could solving world hunger
lead to an overpopulation problem?

We can't pretend to
understand Samaritan's motivations.

For all we know, it did all of
this just to assume control

of the global food supply,

but what we do know is
we can save a life today

by doing the opposite of
what Samaritan wants.

All I have to do is hit this button.

Do it.

Did it work?

We'll know soon enough.

I'll tell you what you want to know,

but these men need to leave the room.

I'm not gonna put
their lives at risk too.

These men are Elias's men.

They were loyal to Elias.

They're every bit as
invested in my mission.

In that case, I'm leaving now,

but first I got to find my cell phone.

Oh, come on, fellas.

I thought we were men of honor.

I can't control them, John.

Yeah.

Good.

Now we can talk.

We saved a life today, but at what cost?

John? Hello?

Are you okay?

I'm with Bruce.

He wants the truth.

Won't take no for an answer.

I understand.

30 minutes.

Hmm.

I guess we can take Helper Monkey

off the endangered species list.

For now at least.

Chin up, Harry.

Our path to victory will
reveal itself soon enough.

Let's hope you're right.

You did good, Garvin.

We got two guys in
custody thanks to you.

Krupa's still missing. Mary's dead.

Yeah, we did the best we could.

It wasn't enough.

Hey, it never is.

That's the curse of what we
do, and why we never stop.

I'm not giving up on Krupa.

She's not alone among the missing.

Thanks, Detective.

Go home and get some sleep.

Hey, and get yourself a razor, will you?

Hello, old friend.

Carl?

I apologize for not contacting
you sooner,

but it was for your own good.

How so?

I knew you'd take vengeance, Bruce.

Would surely get you killed.

They said you burned
up in that transport van.

Detective Fusco took
a big risk that night.

He got me here.

John and Harold brought
me back from the brink.

Speaking of the good
detective, he's worried about you, John.

We all were.

I'm telling you, this guy
knows something about Riley.

- Yeah.
- Hey, Lionel.

Hey, buddy, you okay? Where are you?

I'm with Bruce at the safe house.

He's not gonna bother you anymore.

As long as you're okay.

Listen, Lionel,

you stuck your neck out for me,

and we appreciate it.

Thank you.

From all of us.

Yeah, sure.

As long as you know I'm
not done asking questions.

I don't even think the CEO's guilty.

He thinks he got framed
up, and guess what.

So do I.

Can we pick this up tomorrow?

No, we can't.

There's something
strange going on right now,

and I'm gonna investigate it

with or without the nerd herd.

Who did this to you?

There's a new player out there.

An adversary that we can't beat,

and one we best not try and fight.

What are you even talking about?

We always faced our enemies head on.

We built a whole world that way.

Me, you, Anthony.

There's no room for
guys like us anymore,

and you always
understood the value of the shadows.

Well, I don't have that luxury anymore.

With you gone, someone's got to
step up and handle the business,

lest we lost everything we created.

Go back to the shadows, Bruce.

Embrace them fully.

We all must.

I won't give up that easily.

You know me better than that.

Take care of yourself.

Harold.

What's the word from the subway?

Are the simulations up and running?

There have been over 10
billion scenarios so far,

and I'm sorry to say,

the Machine is struggling.

So how bad?

She's lost every one, John.

I'm afraid we're
fighting a war we can't win.

Spare some change, brother?

Spare come change, brother?

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