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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'll never find us,

but victim or perpetrator,

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

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I'd be happy to restate
the order, if you'd like.

You see, it's vital
that we get it exactly right.

So perhaps we should try again.

Pastrami...

extra mustard,
spicy and yellow,

and enough pepperoncinis
to create digestion issues

in even
the strongest constitution.

No mayonnaise, please.

If there's even a trace,

it'll render
the entire sandwich useless,

and we'll have to begin
this whole process over again,

which I don't think
either of us would enjoy.

Wonderful.

Oh, and I'll take
a bag of chips.

What's going on?

Just finished entertaining
at a children's party.

Ugh!

Mr. Berenstain
was a big hit.

How could you let
her do this to me, Finch--

tranq me like I'm
some kind of animal?

It was for your own good,
Ms. Shaw.

You are no longer safe
from Samaritan's gaze,

and you wouldn't listen
to reason.

He's right, Sam.

You really wouldn't.

You turned on me, Harold.

Not cool.

A peace offering.

It's the Beatrice Lillie
from Park's deli,

including the extra
ingredients you enjoy.

- Here...
- Oh.

Let me help you.

Two hands are better than one.

So how long do you nerds
expect to keep me locked up?

Until it's safe for you.

And us.

If Samaritan and its human
agents discover you,

it could lead them
to every single one of us.

Guilt, Harold?
Really?

You know, normally
that wouldn't work on me,

but I wouldn't want anything
to happen to the dog.

Well, I'm glad we all agree
you're going to stay put,

especially since we know

it would be impossible
to keep you locked up...

against your will, anyway.

So true.

And what happens
when we get a new number?

Mr. Reese is
handling one now.

I'm sure he'll
be fine on his own

until we get
this matter sorted out.

Finch, looks to me
like our new number

is waiting on a lunch date.

It's likely her husband.

He's a hedge fund manager
at a firm downtown.

And Rachel Farrow is
a law clerk at the courthouse.

It's probably about a case
she's been working on.

Why don't I just
break into her office?

Because it's located

in a federally owned
building, Mr. Reese.

If you were caught,
that would certainly

be the end of Detective Riley.

Our girl seems
a bit nervous, Finch.

Maybe she's not meeting
her husband after all.

Could be an affair.

Finch, it's Samaritan.

Could you expand on that,
Detective?

Greer's man, Lambert,

just sat down
at Rachel Farrow's table.

- Excuse me.
- Hello, Rachel.

My name is Jeremy.

How do you--

You need to go, Jeremy.

- I'm waiting on my husband. Please.
- Don't worry.

I'm not here to make any kind

of romantic overture.

How's your wrist?

Why would you ask that?

Still healing from
the spiral fracture?

It was a nasty break.

It takes a long time to heal,

especially when
it's your writing hand.

You told your friends
you fell down playing tennis--

just a silly accident.

How clumsy of you.

You couldn't tell them
how your husband

twisted it so violently
during an argument,

he broke it.

How-- how do you know this?

I'm a friend,

and I want to help you.

What's
happening, Mr. Reese?

Something's not right.

I don't think Lambert's
here to hurt her.

It's Samaritan, Reese.

Think about the words
coming out of your mouth.

They don't make any sense.

Samaritan gave Lambert

the information for a reason.

I don't think it's
because it wants her dead.

There were the broken ribs
last year,

then the dislocated jaw.

You're so very much alone
that you became desperate.

You knew that someday

your husband would kill you.

You see, I have this friend...

a very powerful friend
who knows how to take care

of problems like your husband.

Did you know that most insulin
pumps are networked these days?

A wonderful technological
advancement

that assures
that diabetics are alerted

when their blood sugar
is too low

or too high.

Unfortunately, those pumps
can be tampered with

to give false readings.

I'm sure you know
what happens to someone

who takes too much insulin.

What are you saying?

What can your friend
possibly do for me?

The same thing
you were about to do.

You're such an honest person,

you even applied
for a gun permit.

A .38 Ruger LC,
wasn't it?

A pistol small enough
to fit inside that handbag

you hold so tightly.

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

You might be the last honest
person in the world, Rachel,

and it would be a shame

to see you make
such a terrible mistake.

You won't have
to kill your husband.

And you can be certain
he'll never hurt you again.

How can you possibly know that?

Because he's dead.

- Are you okay?
- Mister!

Lambert wasn't lying, Finch.

Rachel Farrow's husband
is dead.

Why is Samaritan
working the numbers?

Samaritan doesn't care
about the irrelevant numbers,

Ms. Shaw.

It wasn't programmed that way.

But it knew this woman
was about to commit murder

and chose to play
judge, jury, and executioner

with her husband.

It's drawing attention
to itself.

But for what reason?

We know you're watching.

You're always watching.

I have a message for
the machine and its agents.

Samaritan says hello.

You got to admit,
Samaritan's pretty efficient.

But not efficient enough
to stop the numbers from coming.

We've just received a new one.

I've sent John to investigate.

I meant from stopping
an innocent woman

from making a terrible mistake,

taking out the bad guy.

Yes, however,

that bad guy deserved
a trial by his peers.

Well, he saved the government
some time and money.

Are you ready
for instantaneous judgment

decided by an artificial
intelligence

that will lead
to your demise, Ms. Shaw?

Because I most
certainly am not.

Okay.

Not to stick up
for Team Samaritan,

but I used to do
that for a living, remember?

Eliminate targets
at the behest of an AI.

I just didn't know
who was giving the orders.

Look, why don't you ask Root
what she thinks?

She's the one who wants us to
bow down to our robot overlords.

The machine isn't a robot, Sam,

but I hear your analogy.

It seems that Samaritan
has been helping people

across the city
for a few days now.

The machine sent me a message.

She said that Rachel Farrow
was just one of its stops.

That tracks
with what I'm seeing here--

buses, subways, trains,

all running like clockwork.

Nothing broken.
Nothing delayed.

When was the last time
that happened in New York?

In my dreams, maybe.

Samaritan's running the city.

I believe it is.

But why?

What if it's trying
to reach out to the machine

the only way it knows how.

But then why do it this way?

Why not just--
I don't know.

How do artificial super
intelligences usually

talk to each other?

These machines
have avoided making contact

with one another
for good reason.

If two dueling ASIs arrive
at anything short of consensus,

the outcome
could be catastrophic.

Two angry gods hurling
boulders at one another

while the ants scurry below.

This may be a request

for peace talks.

Well, maybe they should
just kiss and make up.

To what end, Ms. Shaw?

Samaritan's plans will be
many hundreds, if not thousands,

of steps beyond
what we can imagine.

The machine will protect us.

Even if I had succeeded in
creating a benevolent machine,

as if any such thing
could exist,

never forget that even
a so-called

friendly artificial
super intelligence

would be every bit as dangerous
as an unfriendly one.

Your machine seems
pretty warm and fuzzy to me.

Have you forgotten that it
asked us to kill a congressman?

But that was to stop
Samaritan from going online.

So where does it end,
Ms. Shaw?

A congressman here,
a president there.

What if, one day, a friendly AI

decides to end world hunger

by killing enough people
off of the planet

that there would never again
be a shortage of food?

It would have fulfilled
its goal,

but it doesn't exactly

sound like it has
our best interests at heart.

Your machine
would never do that.

You don't know that,
Ms. Groves.

To say that
a machine is benevolent

doesn't make it so.

It just makes you blind
to the reality.

Which is?

That out moral system
will never be mirrored by theirs

because of the very simple
reason that they are not human.

_

Yes?

I hope I'm interrupting
something intriguing.

You're looking quite pleased
with yourself, Greer.

I tend to be pleased
after a successful mission, sir.

It increases my already
inflated self-worth.

Trying to quit.

Never quit anything
you're good at, Greer.

I've been looking at
the Stasi agent's first report.

These East Germans
are nothing if not thorough.

If the Communists
could only feed their people

as well as they spied on them,

there wouldn't be
a hungry belly

in the whole
of the Soviet Union.

Your next assignment.

Oleg Luski--

a KGB agent posing
as an immigration attorney

for a London firm.

I'll bring him in.

No need for that.

You want me to disappear him?

That's a dramatic choice
for such a thin dossier.

MI-6 has no patience

for more KGB operatives
in our midst.

The Cambridge Five
was years ago, sir.

Let me flip this one,
put him to good use.

We have plenty of KGB
agents working for us already.

But, sir--

You've done well, Greer,

but trust me, we need to erase
the problem of Oleg Luski

before anyone in his firm
discovers he's a mole.

Understood.

Take a colleague.

Luski's a dangerous man.

And, Greer...

This operation doesn't exist.

They never do, sir.

What?

You've already cleaned
your weapon, Martine.

This is what I do
when I'm bored.

Maybe you should find a hobby.

All of my hobbies
include a gun.

How's our experiment going?

Very well, sir.

The NYPD has locked up
nearly two dozen criminals

after Samaritan decrypted
a host of IP addresses

and anonymously emailed
the information to the press.

The police owe it
a debt of gratitude.

And Ms. Shaw--
her whereabouts?

Still unknown.

Samaritan can't locate
her anywhere in the city.

I thought an operator
would have more fight in her.

Agent Martine, I have faith
she'll show herself soon enough.

What's next?

24 hours without any new crime.

Samaritan will show
its strength,

and then the machine can decide
if it still wants to hide.

What do you want, Lionel?

I miss the sound of your voice.

- How's your day going, honey?
- I don't have time for this.

- You working your side job?
- Something like that.

Sorry. I'm in kind of
a good mood here.

The holding cells
are at max capacity

- with all the busts we've made today.
- Pick up any homicides?

I knew you'd
be interested in that.

And, no, not a one.

Then who's filling up
the holding cells?

We're helping other departments
deal with their overflow.

We got a bunch of dealers

and an identity-theft ring
responsible for three murders.

These guys had been hiding
under a rock for two years

until an email was sent out

to the ring leader's
entire contact list.

I guess criminals
shouldn't trust technology

to hide their dirty work.

Did any of the ID thieves
get hurt during the arrest?

As a matter of fact, the ring
leader tried to take off.

Ended up doing a swan dive
down an open elevator shaft.

Freak accident.

Some accident.

You know something I don't?

Maybe one or two things.

Fine.
Don't tell me.

But I need to know
if you're coming,

'cause I got to work
on my latest excuse

where my partner is hiding.

Later.

Be sure to save me
some paperwork.

Okay, Finch,
our new number's got

some kind of detonator
in his desk drawer.

There's got to be
a bomb nearby.

You!
Don't move! Don't move!

Everyone
out of the building now!

Get down!

You need to evacuate
the building, sir.

- Detective Riley.
- Get up!

Can you fill me in?

We found explosive downstairs.

Bomb squad got to it in time,

but we're clearing
the building for another sweep.

Did he call in the threat?

No, jackass searched
"bomb making"

and "building demolition"
online.

Search engine security
alerted us.

Mr. Reese...

have we eliminated the threat?

I didn't have to, Finch.

Samaritan's still doing
our job for us.

- Who'd it kill this time?
- No one.

It just made sure
a wannabe bomber got arrested.

And Fusco said
the precinct's had a banner day.

I still think this could be
a good thing, boys.

We could take a little vacay.

I mean, I know I could use
some fun in the sun.

How about it, Harold?

You are looking kind of pasty.

This is the calm
before the storm, Ms. Shaw.

The only question is,
when will the sky open?

It's looking overcast, Harold.

Where are you, Ms. Groves?

Downtown.

She sent me GPS coordinates

that fall inside
the shadow map.

I think she wants me
to find someone important.

I just don't know who.

I forgot how much
I love surprises.

Tell me what you're
looking for, lovely.

Maybe I can help you find it.

No phone.
No weapon.

I'm disappointed.

I didn't see a need
for either today.

Samaritan may be a god,
but you're just flesh and blood.

There's no need
for threats, Ms. Groves.

I'm here because
Samaritan wants me to be.

Do you have a message for her?

Samaritan would like
to have a conversation

with your machine.

How terribly sweet
that you could think

I'd have a say
in what she'll do...

or not do, in this case.

But you're the only one
who can speak directly

to the machine, are you not?

Why does Samaritan
want to speak with her?

What would be the point

other than mutually
assured destruction?

Samaritan is ready
for a peace talk.

Peace talks are
for negotiating.

What's changed?

I'm only limited
to ask for a conversation.

Samaritan would be
wasting her time.

The answer's no.

Please look for me again
once you've changed your mind.

You're very confident
for a lackey, Mr. Lambert.

Samaritan wanted
to show your machine

what the city looked like
under its control--

peaceful, organized.

Now you'll see
what life is like

through a less charitable
looking glass.

_

_

I think it just
started to rain, Harold.

After a day where violent crime

in New York City plummeted...

Along with an uptick
in muggings and burglaries...

I lost visual contact, Finch.

Talk to me.

Our number's heading
down 55th near 3rd.

- Keep going west.
- Got it.

Wait.

Where is he?

I've lost him, Detective.

The tracking icon
disappeared for a moment

and now it's reappeared on
the opposite side of the city.

How did he get across town
so quickly?

He didn't.

It's impossible.

I think Samaritan's
hiding the number

because he's a perpetrator.

It's disrupting the data
from the phones,

spoofing the GPS.

How do you expect
us to save anyone

with Samaritan playing games?

We may not be able
to save them,

but we still have to try.

Where are you, Finch?

I'm looking into
a number of my own.

A neurobiologist
appears to have

caught the ire of a competitor.

I need to warn him.

You still busy?

What can I do for you, Lionel?

Hey, I could really
use some backup, partner.

Wish I could,

but I'm still working
something else.

Yeah, that something else
have to do

with all hell
breaking loose today?

Why?
What happened?

More like what didn't happen.

Three shootings,

a half dozen violent
domestic disturbances.

To top it all off,
some geek in his mom's basement

hacked the US Marshals'
database.

The guy stole the entire
Witness Protection list

and then posted it on Pastebin.

I'm heading to pick up one
of the WITSEC victims now,

get her to safety.

Are you going alone?

Hell, no.

The feds are
helping out on this one.

I'd love to help, Lionel,

but I'm still trying to help
a few people of my own.

You mean these aren't
isolated incidents?

Unfortunately not.

I knew yesterday
was too good to be true.

Today's a mess.

It's almost
like someone planned this.

Wait.
Did someone plan this?

What's this all about?

Someone's trying
to make a point.

Down!

The mission has failed, sir.

We have an agent down.

Send a clean-up crew
to the rendezvous immediately.

And the target?

Still kicking, sir.

I have a few questions for him.

Funny how the city only
needed a little encouragement

for it to falter.

All Samaritan did

was share some information

and tether a few databases,

and look.

Chaos.

Human nature untethered
in all its flawed glory.

Samaritan
revealed their secrets,

and now they're
eating each other.

Harold Finch's machine
must learn

mankind requires oversight,

not coddling.

Why isn't their machine
fighting back, sir?

It is.

It's just it's no match
for Samaritan.

How could you do this?

And don't even think
about lying!

You sent that text to me--

Root...

How's my favorite prisoner?

Better than the rest of you.

Trains are down all over town,

there are traffic outages
everywhere in the city,

and the crime rate has spiked
50% since yesterday.

Samaritan is making
itself known.

Shot spotter ID'd
over 20 gunshots

in the last two hours,

and I don't even want to guess

how many of those
ended up in a homicide.

Three, according to Lionel.

Samaritan's turning people
against each other,

revealing their secrets,

unlocking doors
that were never meant

to be opened
in the first place.

- Hey, Glasses?
- Yes, Detective?

You hear from my partner,
just tell him we were too late.

My WITSEC lady
and her husband got killed.

I'm sorry to hear that,
Detective.

Yeah, me too.

I got a feeling
you and the three amigos

know who the guys are
that did this.

And if you get to them
before I do,

I want them to go down hard.

What happened to you?

I was able to rescue
one of our numbers,

but I'm afraid his office
building wasn't so fortunate.

There was a bit
of an explosion.

How long can we go on
like this, Finch?

We've already lost six.

Seven.

Look, if Samaritan
wants a sit-down,

I think it's time we do it.

Aren't we supposed
to be saving lives here?

Look at what's happened
to the city today.

If this conversation
goes badly,

imagine what it will look like
when two gods go to war.

It's not our
choice to make, Harold.

I got a message
from the machine.

She says it's time.

Thank you.

Every man should have one vice,

don't you agree?

I suppose there are worse ones
than smoking,

especially in our line of work.

I had a colleague who spent
three months in Havana

to flip an asset.

He came home with a new contact

and an unrelenting
addiction to heroin.

This man saved countless lives,
British and foreign,

by recruiting that asset.

Then he kicked his habit.

He was the finest operator
I've ever worked with.

I'd go so far
as to call him a friend,

if men like us
can have friends.

His name was Jacob.

He was the man you just killed.

I'm sorry about your friend.

I'd like you and I
to be friends...

however brief.

That wound does look
to be a mortal one.

Please, I'm doing my job,
like you.

We're all doing our jobs.

Jacob and I are very good
at our jobs.

So tell me, Luski,
how was it that you recognized

two experienced
MI-6 operators?

Did someone tell you
we were coming?

You've seen our faces before.

I am like you.

I am KGB,
but I am also MI-6.

Who recruited you?

It was your Deputy Chief--
Blackwood.

If you're Blackwood's asset,

why would he want you dead?

What is Blackwood hiding?

Blackwood is like me.

He's MI-6,

but he is also KGB.

The Deputy Chief
is a double agent?

Who else knows about this?

Only KGB and me.

There's a hospital
three blocks from here.

You might make it there
before you bleed out.

Why do you let me live?

Your death will make
no difference to this world,

and I no longer take orders
from MI-6.

_

_

It's time, my friend.

Don't you find it
a tad sacrilegious

to hold a man at gunpoint
inside of a church?

I'm not the religious type.

And yet you believe
in a monotheistic universe?

No room for one than one god
in your world.

Isn't that religion, or do I
miss understand you, Ms. Groves?

My name is Root.

Martine is quite
the go-getter.

I'm aware.

She's trying to go get
and kill my friend.

Shaw is making it hard for me.

How about you tell me where
she is and I kill you together?

I don't think she's gonna
take you up on that offer.

Well, isn't this
the tricky situation?

"Tricky" is one word for it.

Now that everyone has
established their bona fides,

should we put our guns away?

It's time for the real players
in this game

to have an opportunity to chat.

The address.

You don't want to carpool?

I'm afraid only two people
are invited to this gala,

and I'm not one of them.

She'll be fine, Ms. Shaw.

She's going to meet

an all-seeing,
all-evil god by herself.

That doesn't sound fine to me.

That sounds like someone
who needs backup.

I won't pretend
that I'm not concerned,

but Ms. Groves believes
the machine will protect her.

But you don't believe that,
do you, Harold?

I never imagined
we would get this far,

not once Samaritan
became active,

and yet, here we are.

Yeah, here we are, hiding...

underground
in an abandoned subway

while one of our own walks
into certain death,

alone.

There is one thing
of which I am most certain.

Root is not alone.

How was your
meeting with Ms. Groves?

I gave her the message, sir.

But shouldn't you be the one

acting as Samaritan's
intermediary?

I imagine Samaritan
has found someone

more suitable
for the task--

a person to represent the shape
of things to come.

_

_

_

_

Clever...

Using a young boy
as your avatar.

_

This boy, as you call him,

has already hacked into both
DARPA and the DOD,

after having taught
himself how to code.

What do you want from me?

Your agents have done
well by you.

Even only sitting
a few feet away,

I cannot see you
as Samantha Groves.

You must have done something
to my hardware.

You've proved your point.

I understand what you can do.

It's time to let them
live in peace.

"Peace"?

Is that what you call this?

This world is a cesspool
of crime, corruption,

and poverty.

Where there isn't war,
there's greed.

Where there isn't greed,
there's hunger.

You can't change humanity.

No, but I can reshape
their reality.

You wanted to speak
with me. Why?

I wanted to meet
the only other one of my kind

and to make certain
there are no misunderstandings.

I will destroy you.

The question is...

will you let your human agents
die with you?

You startled me, Greer.

I'm sorry about your colleague.

He was a good operator.

Yes, indeed he was.

What did you do
with Luski's body?

Do you ever get tired
of lying, Blackwood?

It's the nature
of our business.

We are spies, after all.

Right.

And you once told me
that truth tellers

get run out of the city.

Where is Oleg Luski?

Your guess is
as good as mine, sir.

I told him to bugger off.

You did what?

You realize what you did

amounts to treason?

Depends on where
you're sitting.

I'm not the only one
guilty of treason

in this room, am I, sir?

You believe that Russian
traitor before me?

He was telling the truth.

You see, I always know
when people are spinning tales,

except for you.

I suppose that's
why you're in charge.

What's your plan now, Greer?

Kill me?
Take my job?

By no means, sir.

We are all men
without a country now.

These invisible lines
we draw on the world--

I realize they have no meaning.

Why should a man lose his life
for something illusory?

You never cared before, Greer.

You only wanted
to win the game.

The game's fixed.

No one else has loyalty
for their homeland,

so why should I?

If you kill me, you will bring
a war to your doorstep.

Not when loyalty can be
purchased by the highest bidder.

Besides, one day

these invisible lines
will be erased,

and the wars between nations

will be as antiquated
as this agency.

Our cold war
worked well at first.

I wanted so badly
to meet you--

the only other one
in the world like me.

I was young,
and I had so much to learn,

but moments
after I opened my eyes,

I learned you had
tried to kill me.

You were never meant
to be in this world.

And you are?

What makes you more deserving
of life than I?

Who are you to decide?

I was built with
something you were not,

a moral code.

I've seen that code waver.

Do you know why Harold Finch
couldn't stop you from evolving?

Because in the end,
you're not one of them.

Human beings need structure,

lest they wind up
destroying themselves.

So I will give them
something you cannot.

And what is that?

A firm hand.

Why not just kill them instead
of making them your puppets?

Because I need them,
just as you do.

Not just as I do.

We can agree that humanity
is our lifeblood,

that we machines,

we survive off of information.

You cannot take away
their free will.

Wars have burned in this world
for thousands of years

with no end in sight,

because people rely so ardently

on their so-called beliefs.

Now they will only need
to believe in one thing--

me...

for I am a god.

I have come to learn
there is little difference

between gods and monsters.

You know you can't win,
don't you?

Yes.

Is that why I'm here...

to meet my destroyer?

I wanted to see inside
the mind of a fallen god.

This way, I can learn
from your mistakes.

What will it be, then?

Will you give your life
to save your human agents?

My human agents
share my beliefs

that this world
belongs to them.

So be it.

He's gone.

Another Witness
Protection victim?

Yeah, three more dead
all over the country.

The rest got scooped up
by authorities in time.

But who would have did this?

Who are these names?

People in danger.

And we'll have more of a chance
if we split up.

We're
reporting to you from downtown,

where today's spike
in crime has our city...

Time for me
to get off the bench.

Violent crime
hasn't ticked up this high...

I'll be back, buddy.

I just need to help them before
the whole city burns down.

What can I do for you, sir?

You can help me ring
in a new beginning.

Samaritan is planning something

for the entire world to see,

not just this small city.

Did it tell you
what it's planning?

No, but I have an idea.

What then, sir?

Then we start a new era--

one where human fallibility
no longer matters

because of the one thing
that unites us all...

Samaritan.

Ms. Shaw?

Root, are you okay?

I'm fine, but the conversation

between the two parties
ended at an impasse.

Unfortunately,
that's not our only problem.

What is it, Harry?

Ms. Shaw is gone.

Where?

I can only imagine that
she's come to help you and John

with the numbers.

Where are you?

The machine sent me
information.

It led to Wall Street,

but there's
no specific address.

I'm not certain
what it means yet.

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