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We are being watched.

The government
has a secret system--

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

I designed the machine
to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

Violent crimes
involving ordinary people.

The government considers
these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

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

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Come on, any second, guys.

Not a good time, Harold.

It never is these days,
Ms. Shaw.

It's not as if
Professor Whistler

doesn't have a stack
of abysmal midterms to grade.

My situation is slightly
more time sensitive.

And yet numbers keep coming.

Amateurs.

Our newest irrelevant
is named--

Ms. Shaw,
is that gunfire?

Well, I told you I was busy.

Now I'm gonna need you
to call up that shadow map

and access the NYPD
dispatch feeds.

Go, go, go, go, go!
Go, go!

All units, pursuit
in progress, black Sedan.

Lost them. Last
seen on westbound 116.

Dispatch, 10-48.
No sign of them here.

Whoo!

Nice.

Yo, hottie.
Up top!

We had a deal, remember?

You get out in time or I walk.

So now this happens.

Oh, God.

Sorry, Romeo.

Think we just broke up.

NYPD just found your
getaway car by the East River.

Hope they can't
trace it back to you.

Be a shame if I had
to slap the cuffs on.

Well, it's be a shame for you
if you tried.

Now who's our boy?

Tomas Koroa.

Dual US, Spanish citizen.

31 years old, unmarried.

Spends part of each year here

on a B1 visa.

Doing what?

International wine dealer.

Divides his time between
New York, London,

Paris, and Dubai.

Now fair warning,
this St. Emillion

is gonna make you both
wanna quit your jobs

and run way to Bordeaux.

A lot of travel,

importing foreign goods.

Maybe he's wrapped up
in smuggling.

That's possible, but
I didn't see anything fishy

when I bluejacked his phone.

Well, then maybe business
isn't his problem.

A guy like that could have
a girl in every port.

Maybe infidelity is about
to spank him on the ass.

I'm just trying to identify
the threat, John.

You just go play detective.

I can keep an eye on Tomas.

I noticed.

All right, well,
what about Finch?

Shouldn't he be digging up
Tomas' digital footprint?

He will, but he had other
business to attend to first.

We're all two people now,
remember?

Mm-hmm.

If you play
nice on the playground,

then after you will have
the ice creams, yes?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Lovely children.
Not yours, I hope.

Relax, Harold.

I'm just the nanny.

My sixth new identity
in two weeks.

A necessary precaution,
I imagine,

after your close call
with Samaritan's operatives

during the election.

Necessary but exhausting.

French Mary Poppins Barbie

is the only me
that's been any fun.

Though I'm not sure
how the parents would feel

if they knew how many people
I've killed.

So why are we here?

The machine just told me
to come to this playground

and follow your plan.

Then let's hope
it's a good one.

Nicholas Dawson.

Samaritan's undemocratically
elected choice for Governor.

Are we bringing him down?

Unfortunately,
now that Samaritan

has sent Mr. Greer
to make contact,

we can't risk going anywhere
near our new Governor.

But we can work to undermine

every single thing
he tries to do.

And one of Dawson's
first acts as Governor

was to approve
a $12 million grant

for that man,

Jerrod Wilkins,
software engineer,

41 years old,

recently divorced.

Two weeks ago,

Wilkins left a lucrative job
in the tech sector

to found a new charity
called OTPS.

Which stands for?

No one seems to know.

OTPS has no office, no website.

We need to find out what
he plans to do with that money

and put a stop to it.

Daddy, I made a boom-boom.

Okay, um...

Okay, just go ahead and--

Wait, hold on, hold on.

Hold on, just--
Don't sit.

Um... Oh.

And now I know why I'm a nanny.

Au revoir, mon cher.

Ooh.

Excuse me.

It seems to me as if you
might need some assistance.

Yes?

Okay, so that's
six cases of albariño,

12 of the neuf-du-pape,
and next time I'm in Reims,

I'm sending you a box
of those chocolates.

And how is Mr. Koroa
faring, Ms. Shaw?

Any sign of the threat?

In four hours,
Tomas has barely gone 900 feet.

He just keeps moving from
one restaurant to the next,

blabbing about wine.

The only thing keeping me awake

is his...

personality.

Indeed.

Hang on a sec.

That's the girl who checked
him out this morning.

Tomas may have a tail.

Same workmen
from this morning too.

That's not a tail.

We're looking at some kind
of a hit squad.

On second thought,

this may not be that kinda hit.

Ten seconds.

Nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three,

two, one.

Looks like
we're not the only ones

leading double lives, Finch.

Tomas isn't a wine dealer.
He's a thief.

And a damn good one.

In and out in
under ten seconds.

A perfect smash-and-grab.

Our boy Tomas really knows
what he's doing.

Perhaps you could try not
to sound quite so enthused.

Crime is my day job.

I'm-- I'm just admiring
his technique.

Domain awareness
caught the robbery,

but not camera saw Tomas and
his crew getting into the car,

which was reported stolen
two days ago.

So the cops haven't
ID'd him yet?

I'm fairly certain
that the NYPD

isn't the only agency
trying to find them.

Their modus operandi
matches that

of a highly successful
team of thieves

that the Interpol has dubbed
"The Hole In The Wall" gang

for obvious reasons.

In the past seven years,

Tomas and his team
have hit over 50

high value targets
on four continents.

Mmm, so Tomas
is a real bad boy.

Which means that he is
probably our perpetrator.

Guy like this
might be willing to kill

to take down his next score.

Or our target might be someone

who already knows
Tomas' secrets.

Marko Jevtic was
the only member of Tomas' crew

to ever get caught.

Picked up by the police
after a robbery in Prague.

Ten hours later,
he died in custody

under suspicious circumstances.

So maybe Tomas isn't above
bumping off one of his own.

Well, they're not
the most trustworthy bunch.

Max Dahlgren

and Henrik Lengfelder,

both had well-documented
issues with authority.

And Katya Rodchenko has
a long history of drug abuse.

It appears that we have
inadvertently captured

a group of notorious criminals.

Should we turn them over
to Interpol and call it a day?

We're here
to stop violence, okay?

Not recover stolen jewels.

If we move before we know
what Tomas is up to,

then this whole thing
could go sideways,

and we'll miss our chance
to stop it.

Plus you won't get
to look at him anymore.

Are you trying
to make me kill you?

Let's try to stay focused
on the murder

that Mr. Koroa
is poised to commit.

To uncover his plans,

we would need to have
a man on the inside.

Or in this case, a woman.

I have reservation
for penthouse suite.

Oh, easy, Bear?

He's trained to smell drugs.

Sit, stall, stil.

Yeah, NYPD, ma'am.

I need to take a look
at your bag.

Enjoy yourself.
I have nothing to hide.

You sure about that?

Told me she wasn't
using anymore.

Now we have a problem.

Guess what, Shaw.

Tomas has a problem,
and you're the solution.

I'll reach out
to my criminal contacts

and set up a meeting.

No, no, no, there
is nothing to worry about.

We are going
to make this happen.

Trust me, this will be
nothing short of a revolution.

With the Governor
and his people on board...

I'm in, I've got him on
the A/V monitor, and you

should have a signal now,
Harold.

I take it you had no trouble
ingratiating yourself

with Mr. Wilkins
and his son.

Oh, Sebastian's an angel.

Just a little free spirit

who needs his
creativity nurtured.

His dad, on the other hand,
is a little more type-A.

When OTPS
starts generating results,

you're gonna want
to be on board.

Any luck finding out
what his fraudulent charity

is really up to?

Patience, Harold.

Or I'll have to give you
a time-out.

_

We are ready to go right now.

Okay, we're in.

It'll take me
just a minute to locate--

Oh, my. _

It turns out
that Mr. Wilkins' charity

may not be so fraudulent
after all.

OTPS stands for
"One Tablet Per Student."

A plan to issue
free tablet computers

to every elementary school
student in the state.

For just $20 each,

we can give every single child

a computer to call their own,

loaded with
educational software.

Software provided by Samaritan.

Tablet in every home,

and a camera pointed at
the face of every child,

while Samaritan
controls everything

they see, learn, think.

Speak of the devil.

Something just started
hacking my phone.

Samaritan. It's coming
through Wilkins' computer!

Get out of there now!

Veronique, I'm off the phone.

How are you and Sebastian
getting--

Pretty.

Take the gun out of your purse
and put it in my hand.

♪ I can't give it up ♪

♪ to someone else's touch ♪

And the one on your thigh.

♪ too much ♪

♪ I can't give it up ♪

I heard you did a job
for the O'Bannons in Dublin.

If I were to call
Paddy McCann about you,

will he say good things?

Probably not,

since Paddy died two years ago.

But you can call
Enzo Capizzi in Sicily,

or you can check up
on the work I did

for McCauley's crew in LA.

Or you can just quit
wasting your time,

and we can talk business.

I can see why Romeo
recommended you so highly.

Nothing unlocks doors
like a beautiful woman.

Ooh, he's hot.

I mean, not "hood and zip ties
in a CIA safe house

with ten hours to kill" hot,
but...

Bartender, two champagnes.

I kind of get it.

Root, what the hell
are you doing?

Harold wanted me
off the streets for a while

after my latest brush
with Samaritan,

so I thought I'd help
keep an ear on you.

He is a dangerous criminal
after all,

and I just couldn't bear it
if anyone hurt you.

I mean, besides me.

So...

Coming right up.

What do you need me for?

I can think of several things.

Mm, subtle.

I'll bet.

But, uh, for now let's just

keep it professional.

Now, I'm willing to guess
that last night's job was a test

to check
the NYPD's response time,

which means that you have
something bigger lined up.

See, now that was subtle.

So...

are you ready
for another score?

That not so much.

Maybe.

But I'm not the kind of man
who likes to rush.

A perfectly planned job

is a kind of seduction.

Hours looking, wanting,

turning your target around
in your mind.

And then...

you move closer,

brushing past,

making contact

just to see what will happen.

And when everything's ready

and when everything is right,

all of that preparation

pays off in one sudden,
intense, crashing moment.

He's good.

But a line like that

would never work
on a trained operative like--

Do you want to get out of here?

Okay.

Now, this is sexy.

Plans for your next conquest?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Gentlemen,

we have a decision to make.

One of us got arrested today.

It's just a drug charge,

but our operation
could be compromised.

Everything about her
checks out.

But there's no way
for us to know

whether she's working
with the police or not.

This next job comes
with a very high risk factor,

but it also comes
with very high reward.

The client who hired us
is paying $2 million each

for the jewels
inside of a single vault.

So do we trust her
and take the score,

or do we walk away
and get rid of the evidence?

I say let's go for it.

Then let's get to work.

The plan's ready to go.

All we need is you.

Okay, so when were you
planning on doing this?

20 minutes.

Excuse me.

Are you the concierge?

Yes.
How may I help you, Miss...

Stevens.

I have some jewelry that--

Well, it costs slightly more
than this hotel,

and I don't think
I'll sleep well

if it's in that little safe
in the room.

Could you offer me
anything more secure?

Of course.

I'd be happy to store your items
in the hotel's vault.

And I don't suppose I could
see this vault first, could I?

Bars are high-carbon steel,
locked at all times.

The vault itself, it's--

Back up!
Now! Now!

Cameras are dead.

Footage of you is being erased.

You really think you can crack
that before the cops get here?

Cute, but that's gonna make
one hell of a noise.

All right, good to go.

It's Veterans Day.

And we're three blocks away

from the celebration
at The Intrepid.

You're pretty proud
of yourself right now, huh?

Hmm.

Let's see.

The ride here tripped
the relockers,

so the front door's dead.

But the friction
with the concrete

ground down the back plate,
exposing the welds.

Clever boy.

Let him play.

Your work is done.

Prost.

Well, we have yet
to prevent a murder,

but we can add
another grand larceny

to our list of accomplishments.

I'm hacking the hotel security

to determine precisely
what jewels you've stolen.

Perhaps they're so valuable
that Tomas is willing

to betray a client and kill his
teammates just to keep them.

Hi, Shaw.
How's your date?

Something's wrong here, Finch.

Something's wrong indeed.

The only item in that vault

was placed there yesterday
by a guest of the hotel,

Dr. Juilianna Petrova,
a researcher at the CDC.

She's an expert on level four
infectious diseases.

Miss Shaw, I'm no longer certain
that you were stealing jewels.

I'm kind of thinking
maybe Tomas

isn't the perpetrator
after all, Finch.

Go!

Place is clear, Shaw.
No sign of Max or Henrik.

Six years I've been
working with those two.

Six years and they just
turn on me like that.

Any sign of the loot?

Who you talking to?
And where the hell are we?

I checked your address out.
This isn't it.

Right now
the only address you need

is the whiskey in that cabinet.

So make mine a double,
yours too.

Inside the safe,
there was a metal case

with, uh, "Marv" on the label.

Marv?

Well, whatever it was,
Tomas' buddies have it now.

Oh, dear, this is bad.

This is very, very bad.

Those labels don't say "Marv."

They say "Mar-V,"

as in "Marburg Virus,"

a viral hemorrhagic fever

with a mortality rate
approaching 90%.

It's like Ebola's evil twin.

Dr. Petrova was in Uganda

collecting samples
of the virus.

But due to the outbreak
of Ebola in Western Africa,

her request to ship them
to the CDC

was denied
by Homeland Security.

Rather than lose
months of research,

Dr. Petrova chose to smuggle
them into the US illegally.

And now somebody stole them.

If it makes you feel better,

Dr. P's freaking out about it.

She just turned herself in
to her bosses at the CDC.

It would be difficult
to overstate the degree

to which we do not
need ten vials of Marburg

floating around the streets
of New York City.

We have to find the virus and
the people who stole it fast.

Okay, I'll track down
Max and Henrik,

but we need to know
who they're working for.

It was probably the same client

who hired Tomas
in the first place.

Nobody else
knew about the robbery.

Plus, paying those two
to kill Tomas

is cheaper
than paying all three.

Well, it is.

So...

who's your client?

Who's yours?

You're not just a thief,

and you're definitely
not working alone.

So why should I even trust you?

You wanna talk
about trust, huh?

Uh, you just stole
a very dangerous virus

for some very dangerous people.

Look, I never
would have done that

if I knew what I was taking.

I'm not a saint,

but some things are too far,

even for a man like me.

Well, I doubt your client has
the same high moral standards.

I need a name.

Never got one.

Anonymous emails,

payments by one-time
wire transfer.

It's better for everyone
if we don't use names.

But I'm gonna find
the bastard behind this.

I'm gonna steal
those vials back,

and I'm gonna make him pay.

You in?

What do you think?

I have a friend

who can make
those anonymous emails

way less anonymous.

So this is
where the magic happens.

Rented 10,000 square feet
of office space and filled it

with state-of-the-art
3-D printers.

Almost all the 12 million
went to paying for these,

but once
they're up and running,

we'll be making
all the tablets right here

in New York.

That's our prototype.

Just imagine giving one of those
to every kid in the state.

Amazing.

I'll tell the Governor

our grant money
is in good hands.

Why are you guys
putting up cameras?

I'm from the Public Relations
Office, Jerrod.

The Governor wants a time lapse

of your tablets being made
to put on our website.

Or an evil AI
wants to keep a close eye

on its baby brainwashers.

Our intrusion
into Wilkins' computer

must have put Samaritan
on alert,

making it
that much more difficult

to do what we must.

Difficult but...

we'll find a way in.

But first we'll need
to go shopping.

Any progress finding
the virus, Mr. Reese?

Well, I tracked down
Max and Henrik,

but I don't think
they're gonna talk.

I searched their bodies.

No phones, no wallets,

and no sign of the virus.

So it would seem that Tomas
is not the only one

that this client
has double-crossed.

Well, if these guys
knew who he was,

maybe someone else does too.

You waste my time.

Your drug charge is podrobka.

You'll never make it stick.

I won't have to.

See, it's
a homicide investigation now.

You wouldn't want to tell me

about your friend Tomas,
would you?

I've been here since yesterday.

I have nothing to do
with his death.

I never said he was
the one who died.

The homicide I'm working,
it's a double.

See, whoever hired you three
to take out Tomas,

this is how
they settled the check.

Now, if I were you,

I'd like to be sipping
a nice glass of champagne

on our first flight to nowhere,

instead of a sitting duck
in a jail cell.

But maybe I'm wasting
your time.

I like Tomas.

But business is business.

What was the deal?

Half a million extra each

for me, Max, and Henrik.

Tomas cracks the vault and...

Well, that was the plan anyway.

Plan? Whose plan?
Who was the client?

It was like
the rest of the job.

One-time wires,
no-name emails.

But whoever he was,

he knew everything.

He knew Tomas
was the only person

to pull off a plan like this.

He also knew Tomas
wouldn't have done it

if he knew
what he was stealing.

And he knew for the right price

you three would turn
on a friend.

Okay, Harold, why are we here?

It's bread crumbs, Ms. Shaw.

My attempts to trace
the emails and wire transfers

provided by Tomas and Katya

have yet to reveal
their client's identity.

But yesterday
the client wired money

to pay for storage
at that address.

Knight & Morris,

the oldest and most secure
storage facility in New York,

housing everything
from priceless heirlooms

to renaissance art.

In their 95-year history,

they have never been robbed.

They are, simply put,
a fortress.

So of course
that's where the vials are now.

To locate them precisely,

we still need to know
the client's name.

Son of a...

Marko.

Marko?

Marko Jevtic?

The partner
that died in Prague?

Wait, didn't you kill that guy?

I've never killed anyone.

We tried to spring Marko out
after he got caught,

but it was too risky.

So either he's a really
well-preserved corpse,

or he escaped
by faking his own death.

Marko thinks
we left him to rot,

and this whole double-cross
is his revenge.

Revenge or not,
Jevtic is in possession

of a deadly virus,

and I would very much
like to know

what he intends to do with it.

My buyer just transferred
half the money.

We get the rest
when the package is delivered.

We move at midnight.

So that gives us
less than six hours

to figure out
how to rob this place.

We have another problem,
Harold.

I'm looking at an operative
from the relevant side.

A government agent?

Are you certain?
How do you know?

Because I trained him.

Devon Grice, Crimson Six Alpha.

I know him and his partner.

Now that Marko has the virus,

this whole damn thing
just went relevant.

_

Uplink's good.

NSA feeds online.

You ever miss the old days,
Brooks?

The old system?

Why?

Research 2.0 targets
more threats

than the old system ever did.

Well, that's just it.

Back then,
we did the targeting,

had to scrutinize
our own intel,

think for ourselves.

When we lit up a target,
we knew why.

Now instead of numbers
to investigate,

we just get numbers to kill.

You don't think that's strange?

We don't get paid
to think, Grice.

And Control wouldn't like
what you're saying.

You remember what happened
to Indigo Five, right?

I heard Shaw lived to fight
another day.

Nobody lives,

and no good
comes of asking questions.

Our orders are
to eliminate all targets

and destroy every last drop
of this virus.

We strike at 2200.

But if the relevant side
is taking care of the virus,

perhaps our work here is done.

Now that Samaritan is
providing the relevant numbers

to the government,

any encounter
with those operatives

could easily escalate

into a run-in
with Samaritan's agents.

Why expose our operation
to unnecessary risk?

Because I know how the
relevant side works, Finch.

And I know Grice and Brooks.

After they kill Marko
and his men,

they're gonna track down
everyone involved

in stealing the virus,

and they're gonna
kill them too.

Tomas is trying
to make this right.

He may be a criminal,

but he doesn't deserve to die.

And isn't that
what we're here for,

to save his life?

She's got you there, Finch.

Besides, the Soviets messed
around with weaponizing Marburg.

The Americans never did.

Do you really want
the relevant side

to get their hands
on that virus?

Or let them turn it over
to Samaritan?

The only way to make
sure those vials get destroyed

is to do it ourselves.

Fine, we'll commit your felony.

But unfortunately,

I have another criminal act
to attend to first.

Ms. Groves,
I'm on my way.

Good, Wilkins is about
to leave for the night.

And now we are cooking.

Nice work, you guys.

First batch should be done
by morning.

_

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Samaritan's blind, Harold.
You're up.

Accessing the system.

I'll need about ten minutes.

Yes?

I got a text
offering me 3,000 bucks

if I can fix your internet
in the next five minutes.

I don't want to rush you,
Harold,

but I think Samaritan's
onto us.

Surprisingly, Ms. Groves,

that does not
help me concentrate.

Harold, I'm about to do
something you're not gonna like.

No need.
I'm done.

Okay, get in,
get the virus, get out.

Got a job in Barcelona
next month.

If we live through this,
you should join me.

I already have a job.

It's weird, the pay sucks,

but, uh...

we could use a guy like you.

I'm in position, Ms. Shaw.

I've circumvented
the building's firewall

and accessed their security.

Ready when you are.

Command, we're
in the middle of something.

We're aware, Crimson Six.

But new orders
just came through.

You are instructed
to eliminate all targets

and secure the vials.

Our orders were to destroy
that virus, not--

You are to secure the vials
and turn them over intact

to a contact already en route.

A contact for whom?

That's need-to-know,
Crimson Six.

Do you acknowledge?

Repeat, do you acknowledge?

Acknowledged.

We're not on camera,
are we, Finch?

Not yet.

And you should know
that you're not alone.

Our friends
from the relevant side

are in the building.

Which means Central Command
will be running op-sec

from a remote location.

If you see us,

so will they.

That's why I'm looping
the security feeds

to cover your tracks.

Marko's vault
is fifth on your left.

And please work quickly.
The others aren't far behind.

Not bad.

Now, how are
those magic fingers

gonna open that one?

Hmm.

Sorry, my friend.

But unlike you, I don't leave
important things behind.

I knew you would come
for these, Tomas,

just like I knew you would
never be bold enough

to steal them
if you really knew the score,

which is convenient.

You see, my buyer
wants the virus delivered

right here in New York City.

And who better
to start a pandemic

than two healthy human hosts?

We were planning
to get you out, Marko,

but we got word that you died.

If I had known
that you were still--

You know how painful it is
to fake your own death?

What the toxins
that simulate cardiac arrest

do to your health?

This will be worse.

I hate to
trouble you, Ms. Shaw,

but your counterparts
from the relevant side

are about to turn
this perilous situation

into something
dangerously chaotic,

so it may get a bit loud.

Now, John!

What the--

Who the hell are these guys?

Highly trained
government assassins

with orders to kill.

It's not cool you ask me
to do this stuff with you, man.

Not cool!

Admit it,

we're not bad together.

You're just saying that
because I saved your ass.

Come on.

You, me, Barcelona.

Score worth 1.6 mil.

You sure you won't come?

You, me, here, no pay.

We both eventually
wind up dead.

Are you sure you won't stay?

Ms. Shaw and Mr. Koroa
are leaving, John.

And considering
that the police are en route,

now might be a good time
for you to make your exit too.

Freeze.

Shaw?

Go.

Go!

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I got a call about a fire
on the second floor.

Suite 205, the 3-D printers,
are they okay?

Whole building's trashed,
buddy.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

11.2 million up in smoke.

I doubt the Governor
could give him any more money

without attracting attention
Samaritan doesn't want.

By now, the worm I planted
will have destroyed

every last copy
of Wilkins' design.

So no tablets for the kids.

Mission accomplished.

Famous last words.

While I was sabotaging
the printers,

I took a quick look
at the tablet's OS.

There was maybe
one suspicious line of code,

and I'm not even sure
it had any nefarious purpose.

Harold, you really
think Samaritan

was building those things

out of the goodness
of its own heart?

When Castro was
coming to power in Cuba,

the first thing he did was
build schools, good schools,

so that the people
would love him.

I know that Samaritan's motives
are amoral at best,

but the thing that
Mr. Wilkins was trying to do

was an absolute good,
and we destroyed it.

I'm not sure what
we're becoming, Ms. Groves,

and it does make me wonder...

How much wrong
are we willing to do

in the name of right?

I'm sure not having the machine

in your ear anymore
sucks and all,

but it is pretty great

finally being able
to sneak up on you.

I live to amuse.

Where's Tomas?

Halfway to Barcelona.

He gave me a pretty hard sell,

trying to get me
to go with him,

and for a hot second,
I almost did.

But?

I guess there are things
I care about here.

And is that why
you came to see me?

No.

I need you to translate
Finch's instructions

on how to destroy the virus.

Dude never met a five-syllable
word he didn't like.

Full decontamination.

This could take all night.

We haven't recovered
the virus yet.

Are you sure we shouldn't
be tracking it down?

We have new orders

and a list of new numbers to
take care of in South America.

Nothing good
comes out of asking questions.

Remember?

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