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Scotch, neat.

Make it a double.

That good, eh?

Let's see.
I lost my job today.

Top it all off,
they canceled my flight.

Ouch.

Sorry.

I'm a journalist.
That comes with the territory.

You religious?

Seriously?

That's the line
you're going with?

No, I'm just curious if
you believe in a higher power.

Imagine if the world
had utterly changed,

and no one had noticed a thing.

I'm talking about

an international
stealth operation

to acquire and shutter
every company

researching
artificial intelligence.

Artificial intelligence?

That's a real thing?

Oh, it's here.

I think an AI slipped
into the world unannounced,

then set out to strangle
its rivals in the crib.

And I know I'm on to something,

because my sources keep
disappearing.

My editor got reassigned.

And now my job's gone.

More and more,
it just feels like

I was the only one
investigating the story.

I'm sorry.

I'm sure I sound like
a real conspiracy nut.

No, I understand.

You're saying
an artificial intelligence

bought your paper
so you'd lose your job

and your flight would
be canceled.

And you'd end up
back at this bar...

...where the only security camera
would go out.

And the bartender would
have to leave suddenly

after getting
an emergency text.

The world has changed.

You should know you're not the
only one who figured it out.

You're one of three.

The other two will die
in a traffic accident

in Seattle in 14 minutes.

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I have to say, the
early results are impressive.

Samaritan has preempted
multiple threats

to National Security.

You're welcome, Senator.

Your machine seems to be

even more aggressive
than Northern Lights.

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Samaritan is designed
to be proactive.

We can't afford to miss
even one terrorist now, can we?

All assurances aside,

what really concerns me
is accountability.

Accountability?

It appears Decima Technology
has been dismantled

as a viable business entity,
which makes me wonder,

who exactly is getting
the NSA feeds?

We had a deal, Senator.

We get the feeds.

You get the relevant numbers.

What we do with that information
is entirely up to us.

That deal offered us
plausible deniability.

If the public ever gets
wind of Samaritan,

I just hope you're somewhere
to be found.

I wonder if our...
fine Senator

has become more of a problem
than asset.

One that needs
to be eliminated.

_

And what about Harold Finch
and his associates?

_

Oh, that's unlike you.

Still, I'm sure whatever rock
they decide to hide under,

we'll find them as soon
as they emerge.

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_

You must be allergic.

- Oh!
- Whoops.

Certainly looking
fierce today, sweetheart.

Unfortunately, we hired you
to sell this stuff,

not scare off the customers.

Lady over there's been waiting

15 minutes for a makeover.

Now put on a smile
and snap to it, will you?

Okay, this day job thing,
not really working out.

Sorry, Sam.

You need an identity.

And you need to
trust the machine.

Wait, the machine put me
in this silly-ass job?

It's the only way to
keep you alive

and off Samaritan's radar.

For what it's worth,
I really like the new look.

You're definitely an Autumn.

I could stab you
with my stiletto.

Enough already.

Now when are we
getting new numbers?

Keep it down.

The machine has its reasons.

Stay in character.

Follow the calendar
on the phone I gave you.

Check Angler.

Maybe find a match.

A match?

As in a date?

Make it look good.

But for now, I need you
to make me look good.

New job interview.

Just promise me
John's a barista.

Why down here, yo?

NYPD's got cams
all over the city.

You can't be too careful.

Where's the product?

Uncut Afghan snow.

It stamped?

Where'd you get it from?

Enough talk.

Show us the damn money.

It's in the trunk.

It's all here.

We'll take that.

Matter of fact,
we'll take it all.

This is where you get off.

You don't want to do that.

Oh, no?

Waste this bitch.

Down on the ground.

Hands behind your head.

Detective?

You okay?

Escort these clowns to the ER.

Get the drugs and money
to evidence.

Gotta go.

Sir, don't you need
to file a report,

firing your service weapon?

It wasn't my weapon.

Hello.

My name is Professor Whistler,

and I'll be teaching
this semester's course

on the ethics of...

high-frequency
decision making.

Which I will endeavor
to make more interesting

than that sounds.

You all should've receive
a copy of the syllabus

along with a list of
general guidelines

and appropriate expectations.

As a visiting associate,

my office hours will be limited.

All grades are final,

so please, don't come to see me

expecting to negotiate
a higher grade.

Later.

All right then.

That concludes today's lecture.

Your reading assignments
will be posted

on the department website.

Thank you.

Come on, Bear.

Professor, given
the modest number of students

who have signed up
to take your course,

the department may be
relocating you

to a smaller venue.

I see.

Oh, and I managed
to make it through

your dissertation.

I found it a very...

interesting read.

Not quite certain how
you were able to obtain

a $9 million grant
for such an obscure field.

Took the liberty of
flagging a few typos.

Certainly.
Thank you.

Oh, one more thing.

We do have a no dogs
on campus rule.

Precedent.
You understand.

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Not the first corner boy
to catch a bullet

on these rooftops.

This place is like

a shooting range
for gangbangers.

What brings you up
to The Bronx, Detective?

Last I checked,
I was in Homicide.

This here looks like a body.

What's Narcotics
doing here, Detective?

Felix here was an affiliate
of a street gang

taking over the heroin trade.

Yeah, well,
now he's unaffiliated.

If he was dealing, we didn't
find no junk on him.

No bank neither.

Wire strippers.

What's this kid doing up here
with a pair of crimpers?

Maybe he was jacking cable,

another favorite pastime
in this hood.

He didn't even live
in the building, Fusco.

Why don't you let
the task force

conduct the investigation,
huh, Crockett?

It's just a shame
I got here too late.

You and your old pals
used to be pretty good

at getting out in front
of this type of stuff.

What are you doing
fooling around in Narcotics?

You gonna tell me
what's going on?

- When I figure it out, Lionel...
- _

...you'll be the first to know.

We all want to
push the negativity...

All right, already.
I'm here.

And open ourselves up
to positivity.

Why?

Because positive people
are happier people.

So I'm gonna share with you
the secret

of how to become more positive
in three simple steps.

Oh, boy.

Number one.

- Make happiness a choice.
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Romeo?

I don't think so.

Number two.

Decide to rid your life
of negativity.

Be free from self-doubt.

Be free from the doubters
around you.

Is that your perfume?

I could smell you
down the hall.

I know you're gonna do it.

Stupid day job.

Name tag's a nice touch.

Happy people,
positive people...

What the hell
are you doing here?

Calendar alert.

Me too.

Why are we both here?

Because we're all here
for a reason, right?

Number three,
look for the positive in life.

This sucks.

Excuse me.

Excuse us.

Now, that wasn't
very positive...

You're a cop?

Hey, at least you get to
crack a few skulls,

carry a gun.

New job's got me
chasing junkies

and bagging bodies
after the fact.

Stupid cover jobs.

What are we doing?

'Cause if our friend
has a plan,

I am not seeing it.

Looks like
we're back in business.

Sync and corrections by n17t01

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How goes the day job,
Detective Riley?

Personally, I prefer
my real job, Finch.

Professor Whistler, please.

We're getting
numbers again, Harold.

We need to get back to work.

I'm no longer
your coworker, Detective.

I'm done taking orders
from a computer.

I thought I made that clear
after it instructed us

to kill a Congressman.

It also helped us
to save Grace.

And now more lives need saving.

I'm not sure that's
what we were really doing.

I've totaled the lives we saved

against the deaths
that we've caused,

and I'm afraid we've been
operating at a bit of a loss.

People who would still be alive

if we hadn't interfered.

You don't know that.

What would've happened
if we hadn't intervened?

There is a larger power
in play now,

one that we are presently
ill-equipped to face.

- Samaritan.
- Please be quiet.

Here...

I could really use
your input on this one.

Ali Hasan.

Runs an electronics shop
in The Bronx.

He's good with computers.

Kind of like you, Harold.

If you or Sameen or anyone else
attempt to intervene

with these numbers, you will
surely find yourselves dead.

We have to do something.

We have no resources, John.

The library's gone.

So we'll get another place.

Don't you understand?
They're always watching.

We can't even talk
on the telephone.

There is no sanctuary.

You can't just be
the man in the suit.

You're a cop now.
I'm a professor.

That's just the way it is.

We don't need jobs, Harold.

We need a purpose.

The world has changed, John.

I'm sorry.

Bear, blijven.

For the time being, I think
he'll be happier with you.

Well, if it's not about
helping the numbers anymore,

then what?

It's about survival, John.

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Ben, I'm back from lunch.

We got a problem, yo.

How can I help?

Don't play, old man.

We got a communications
breakdown.

First you rat our burners out
to NYPD,

the ones you sold us.

Now your new phones
ain't working right.

Way I see it,
you owe us a whole new system.

Everything all right, dad?

Not if you don't get
those web orders boxed

for FedEx by 3:00 PM.

Go.

I held up my end.

I gave your men
all the equipment.

I even told them
how to set it up.

Yeah, the problem is,
our boy Felix caught

a bullet on the rooftops.

So now you're gonna
finish the job.

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Dominic wants the new network up
and running in the next 48.

I cannot be involved in this.

It's a little late
for that, isn't it?

Get your boy to help you out.

You leave him out of this.

I'm just saying,
you got a lot of people

counting on you now, don't you?

Clock is ticking.

These are ready to go, pop.

Anything else?

48 hours, old man.

Let's go.

Can I help you find something?

Wire crimpers.

Ben.

Perfect match, don't you think?

This kid ever been
in your store before?

Found him on a rooftop
a couple blocks from here

with a pair of wire crimpers
just like these.

Lots of places sell them.

I wish I could help you more.

You're a smart guy,
good with computers.

You're a very private person,
aren't you, Ali?

I think you're in trouble.

I think I can help you.

Going gets tough, call me.

Why didn't you just tell him?

These are bad guys.

We're in over our heads.

Let me handle this, Ben.

I built this store.
I won't be bullied.

This is not
the old country, dad.

You can talk to the police.

Talking to the police is
what got us in this mess.

I will mind my business.

You will mind yours.

_

This is Link.
Leave a message.

I fixed it.

Meet me in Times Square.

I'll give you
a phone that works.

So what's this Egyptian guy
have to do with my DOA?

Felix was in a gang
called The Brotherhood.

Near as I can tell,
they're forcing Ali to build

some kind of
private phone network

the cops can't tap.

So they're meeting in
Times Square for more privacy?

For the people.

There's too many signals.

NYPD can't pinpoint
who's calling who.

Ali's smart.
These guys are too.

Old man.

The network should
be up and running.

Because of the tall buildings,
the battery drains quickly.

You need an extra battery pack.

Dominic wants signal

from the East River
to the Hudson.

That will take
a little bit more time.

But you can check the signal
up to five blocks east.

Stay here.
I'm gonna call you in five.

This better work.

Ali's tracking Link's phone.

Keep an eye on him.

It looks like your guy's
sending a text.

That's not a text.

That's a detonation code.

The battery's a bomb.

Ali's not the victim.

He's the perpetrator.

You're full of
surprises, Mr. Hasan.

Turning your cell phone

into a remotely-detonated
explosive device.

Where'd you learn that?

I'm guessing Egyptian military,

unit 777.

The Brotherhood
is threatening you.

We can help you,
Mr. Hasan,

but you have to talk to us.

I came to the police once.

Gave you the serial numbers

of the phones they purchased
from my store.

You did nothing.

They know you are listening
to them.

They know where
your cameras are.

They are smarter than you.

This Dominic, he wanted you
to build some kind of

private phone network.

It doesn't matter anymore.

You couldn't protect me,
so I protected myself,

my store,

my family.

That's why I had to act.

They threatened my son.

Where's your son right now?

Why do you want to know?

Link isn't dead.

What?

- He escaped.
- What?

How?
Ben.

We'll call your son on the way.

Let's go.

Ben?

Ben?

Keep him back there, Lionel.

- Ben?
- Hey.

Oh, no.

It's all clear. He's not here.

They took my son.

Hello.

Hey, old man,
you know who this is?

Yes.

Yeah, you took your shot,
but you missed.

Now I've got your boy.

And you got till midnight
to get the network up,

or he won't be coming home.

Don't waste time
going to the cops.

You know we see them coming.

What have I done?

We're gonna help you,
Mr. Hasan.

How?

By getting your son back.

You?
Haven't you done enough?

Not yet, I haven't.

Keep an eye on him.

- Hello.
- Hey, it's me.

I need you to drop
the eyeliner, pick up a gun,

and help me take down
a criminal street gang.

I'd really like to,

but that sounds
like a bad idea.

That's what Fusco says.

I guess I'm full of them today.

You go off the
reservation, they'll find you.

And if you go down,
we all go down.

We have a chance to get out
ahead of this one.

I'm going in
with or without you.

Where's the kid?

What kid, man?

The one Link kidnapped.

Your punk ass is crazy.

Yeah?

You know, you really shouldn't
hold those things sideways.

You can't aim,
and they'll eject

a shell casing into your--

Ah, forget it.

Last chance.
Where's Link?

Man, Link bringing
in The Whale.

The Whale?

I told you it was a bad idea.

In her defense,
she had to work quickly.

Professor.

One moment, please.

What brings you here today,
Ms. Groves?

Your former associates,
the mayhem twins.

They're back to
trying to save people.

I'm aware.

Then you're also aware
that they're gonna

get themselves caught
or killed without your help.

I explained as much to John,
though I'm not sure

how long they'd survive
even with my assistance.

I assure you, the outcome
will be determined

if you don't get involved.

And this advice
is coming from you,

Ms. Groves,
or from the machine?

Now's not the time
to be precious, Harold.

You don't get to
sit this one out.

The world can't afford
to indulge your indecision.

Oh, I think I made
my decision quite clear.

Sorry.

You have to pick a side,
because this is war.

And the thing we're up against,

it has virtually
unlimited resources,

governments working unwittingly
at its behest,

operatives around the globe
protecting it.

You know how many we have?

Five.

Six, if you count the dog.

You have a god
in this fight, Harold,

and she's fighting for her life.

I wouldn't know.

She only talks to you,
Ms. Groves.

Just because you stopped
listening to her

doesn't mean
she isn't looking out for you.

This job, your identity,
is her keeping you alive.

She has the plan, Harold,

but she needs you to sit up
and pay attention.

To what, the numbers?

In the face of such a struggle,
saving one or two people,

what difference
would that make?

Every life matters.

You taught me that.

The numbers, our identities,
they all mean something.

It all adds up to something.

All of this matters.
We all matter.

You got your friends
into this mess.

Least you can do
is get them out of it.

What happened?

I saved your ass.

That's what happened.

I had things in hand, Shaw.

Yeah, things like
a grenade launcher.

You can't do that
anymore, Reese.

Neither of us can.

We get caught, we get exposed,

and then it's lights out.

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Ugh.
No means no, asshat.

I need to get back to work.

I might still need
your help, Shaw.

Did you not hear
anything I just said?

Yeah, I did.

But I'm also trying
to save a kid.

You had to put it that way.

You said you
would get my son back.

And I will.

If you can't find Ben,
I must have this network up

before midnight.

I have gone over
everything I can think of,

but it still won't connect.

Perhaps I can
be of some assistance.

Detective Fusco said
I might find you here.

Who are you?

He's a friend.

Do you know anything about
wireless network architecture?

A bit.

I think you'll find
I'm a quick study.

I'll leave you to it.

I'm gonna track down Link.

Detective, whatever your plans,

I urge you to be discreet.

Our current circumstances
require

that we play by the rules.

So then I'll find
someone who doesn't.

Phone.

Hello, John.

How many nodes
are in the network?

Honestly, I don't even know.

I should've never agreed
to build this thing

in the first place.

Look, why don't we start over?

Tell me how you constructed
the network.

Maybe it's better
if I just showed you.

This is it.

This is one of my routers.

How large is
your coverage area?

- All five boroughs.
- All five?

Yes.

Installing that many antennas

would surely raise
some suspicion.

That's just it.

They didn't have
to install them.

The antennas were
already there.

VHF television antennas.

You can still find them
on most rooftops in the city.

Huh.

It's been too long, John.

What have you been up to?

It's...

complicated.

Well, now that is
an unexpected development.

What can I do for you,
Detective?

I'm looking for information

on a gang
called The Brotherhood.

They kidnapped a kid,
and I want him back.

Sorry to say I don't know much
about this Brotherhood.

It's run by a guy
named Dominic.

We haven't met yet.

Do you know
why they took the kid?

They're squeezing
his old man to build

some kind of
communications network

the cops can't tap.

They gave him a deadline,
midnight,

or they'll kill his son.

Why midnight?

Might have to do with someone
called The Whale.

I heard they're bringing him
in for a meeting.

The Whale isn't a person, John.

It's a shipment of heroin.

Four times a year,
a truck comes up from Mexico.

It's driven to a location,
usually a house,

and for one night, the most
protected house in the city.

And there it's cut
and packaged for couriers

waiting to deliver it
all along the eastern seaboard.

HR used to handle The Whale,

but since their demise,
the cartel's struggled

to find a reliable partner.

It could be Dominic
creating his own opportunity.

Ambitious and smart.

Reminds me of me in my youth.

A little advice, Detective,

maybe steer clear
of this Dominic.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Which brings me to
the other reason I'm here.

I'd like to hire you.

Well, I think I may have found
a way to fix your network.

How?

I've written a firmware patch

that should allow the nodes
to handle

an increased number
of connections.

I'm uploading it now.

It's working.

The network is up.

You did it.

No, you did,
Mr. Hasan.

You took an obsolete
and forgotten technology

and created a modern, invisible
communications network.

I just did it to get Ben back.

Then we have
little time to waste.

Yeah.

It's Ali.

The network is up.
You can use it.

That's good.

Guess what you needed was
the right motivation, huh?

I gave you what you wanted.

Now give me back my son.

Relax, old man.
You're gonna get him.

But right now I'm in
the middle of something.

Sit tight.
I'll be in touch.

What?

Hello?

Now what?

Now we call John.

You put a lot of trust
in your friend.

I do.

In all the time I've known him,
he's never let me down.

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Hello?

It's me.

I'm borrowing
the gang's mesh network.

I'm sending you
the location of the node

they're connected to.

They should be within
a few hundred feet.

I'm on my way.
I'll let Shaw know.

John, remember to be careful.

Just like old times,
huh, Finch?

Hardly, Detective.

Network's up.

Dominic says he wants everyone
rolling out in 30 minutes.

What about the kid?

As soon as we're done here,
we'll take him back to his pops.

Then we throw them
both in the river.

Shaw, you in position?

Yeah, at least until the owners
come home from dinner.

All right, I got eyes on.

Copy. Stand by.

Now, just remember,
Reese, you're NYPD.

You go all Rambo,

I won't be there to bail
you out this time.

I'm a reformed man, Shaw,

following the rules
and keeping a low profile.

Let's go.

We got a dozen cars moving out,

every brick,
every borough tonight.

Look out!

That's your idea
of a low profile?

What the hell?

What's going on?

Beats me.

Appears to be some kind
of traffic accident.

Elias says hello.

Looks like a gang dispute
over drugs.

The SUV was coming from
that house, which gives me

probable cause
to take a closer look.

Got your back, Detective.

Go check it out.

Anybody comes near
this place, kill them.

Bag it all up.

We're moving out.

Yo, if you see something,
shoot it.

Took care of
your welcoming party.

They didn't look too friendly.

Reese, your buddies in blue
are getting close.

I have to find Ben.

He's gone.

So is Link.

I got 'em.

They went out the back.

I can't get a clear shot.

Hey again.

Time's up.

Good luck, Reese.

Down on the ground!

Finally.

It's good to see you guys.

Riley, Narcotics.

John?

Put Ali on.

- Hello?
- Dad?

Ben.

Are you all right?

Did they hurt you?

I'm okay.

They destroyed the store.

It doesn't matter.

You're all right.

That's all that matters.

It was never about the store.

But they'll come back.

So we will move.

We are the store, Ben.

You and me.

Just come home.

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Whoa, whoa.

Meg Watkins, Homeland Security.

What happened here?

Gang war over drugs, ma'am.

Gangs?

I don't think so.

Ma'am?

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I think I know why the machine
chose this time to resurface.

It wanted you to help
the number,

but it also wanted
a number to help you.

It's Ali's mesh network.

What about The Brotherhood?

I expect they believe
the NYPD confiscated it.

But just to be safe,
I've augmented these phones

with a rolling
encryption algorithm.

You and Sameen will
be able to communicate

without fear of
anyone else listening,

including Samaritan.

It's not just about
the numbers, Harold.

It's about survival.

Be safe, John.

Bear, volg.

Didn't teach you knots
in Girl Scouts?

Are you checking up on me?

I worry about you, Sameen.

I also have a black-tie
dinner tonight,

and I need a new polish,
something bold.

Oh, and you should
check your calendar.

I think you have a coffee date.

No way.

The machine stuck me
in this retail hell.

There's no way I'm letting it
near my love life.

She has a reason
for everything,

even if sometimes
it requires you to act

like a well-adjusted
member of society.

Trust her.

Hey.

- What are you doing?
- IT, dude.

Just setting up
your partner's computer.

Whoa, what do you mean?
What partner?

Some hotshot,
just made a big bust,

got promoted from Narcotics.

He can tell you all about it.

Detective.

You?

You guys know each other?

We've met.

All set.

Make yourself at home.

Welcome to the Eighth.

♪ everywhere is freaks
and hairies ♪

♪ dykes and fairies ♪

- ♪ tell me, where is sanity? ♪
- _

♪ tax the rich ♪

♪ feed the poor ♪

♪ till there are no rich
no more ♪

♪ I'd love to change
to the world ♪

♪ but I don't know what to do ♪

♪ so I'll leave it up to you ♪

♪ population keeps on
breeding ♪

♪ nation bleeding ♪

♪ still more feeding economy ♪

♪ life is funny ♪

♪ skies are sunny ♪

♪ bees make honey ♪

♪ who needs money ♪

Sameen?

Romeo.

I've been looking
for a good match.

Thought you might
not be interested.

- Just careful.
- Us too.

I hear you're looking
for some real work.

We need a good wheelman.

Interested?

Absolutely.

♪ oh, oh ♪

♪ but I don't know what to do ♪

♪ but I don't know ♪

♪ what to do ♪

♪ oh, oh ♪

♪ but I don't know what to do ♪

♪ whoa, oh oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ but I don't know what to do ♪

♪ but I don't know what to do ♪

♪ so I'll leave it up to you ♪

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