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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's up,

we'll find you.

Claire Mahoney's
not just another number.

Chess grandmaster
at the age of 16.

- Do you recognize this?
- A nautilus shell?

They're the symbol for
a very dangerous competition.

The creator of the game
isn't a hacker, it's Samaritan.

Uhh!

_

Sorry for the precautions,
Professor.

You're getting a tour
from the founders,

and you wouldn't believe the
freaks that try to get in here.

What's the word, Riley?

No weapons.

Mild-to-moderate
freakiness.

Enjoyed that, did you?

Incoming!

Welcome to nerd nirvana.

Fetch & Retrieve is one of
the hottest Internet companies

in the world, John.

They know how to attract
appropriate talent.

Why else would they hire
a moonlighting NYPD detective

for their security team?

To protect all the
limited edition action figures.

And some of the most
valuable search algorithms

in the industry.

There's a reason why
people choose Fetch & Retrieve

when they need to find
something online,

and this man coming down
the hall is a large part of it.

Calvin Mazer,
Chief Technical Officer.

Professor Whistler!

You didn't tell me on the phone

that you did research into
neuro-evolutionary systems.

'Cause I can talk AI all day.

I hope so.

My new book
on algorithmic decision-making

could benefit
from your expertise.

And in return for our time,
we get first crack

at your most promising
students, right?

That is why Lauren is our CEO.

We got this.

Perhaps now is a moment

when you might get eyes
on our latest number.

Anna Mueller,
moved here from Munich

with her sister Jill
when she was 14.

Anna works here as a transcriber
for something called VAL.

Any idea what that is?

I believe we're
about to find out.

And here's how
we're transforming

the world of search.

Our latest app-- VAL.

For Voice Activated Lookup.
Here.

Where does country originate?

Are tomatoes
vegetables or fruits?

VAL's a personal assistant
on your phone.

You wanna find anything online,
just ask it a question

like the ones
you're hearing right now.

VAL, how's Fetch & Retrieve
doing in the market today?

Fetch & Retrieve
is up $1.87 today.

Congratulations.

Thanks to our algorithm
and our transcribers,

VAL is the most accurate
and the most popular

voice-activated search app
in the country.

Here comes Anna, Harold.

So the transcribers

create a record
of each user's questions

and check VAL's responses--
a human intelligence

backing up an artificial one.

Exactly.

Now let's find a spot
where we can chat.

Yes, by all means.

I'll take it from here, Harold.

_

Harold, Anna just got a text
from someone named Alek.

_

Could be a boyfriend.

Though from Anna's reaction,

I'm guessing they're
out of the honeymoon phase.

Looks like she's been
knocked around by someone.

_

If Anna's in a relationship,
it's anything but healthy.

_

Yeah, Harold?

How goes the moonlighting,
Mr. Reese?

Uncover any hidden threats?

Do empty carbohydrates count?

Pretty much the only thing here

that's not shiny happy geeky
is Anna.

Any idea
who her lunch buddy is?

Naresh Prasad.

He's a mid-level coder.

Naresh,

I think we should
talk to someone

about that user abnormality.

There's nothing to talk about.

I've already spent more time
on that than I should.

Let's just do our jobs.

You're saying
I should just drop it.

Honestly, as a friend,

yes.

Well, something's certainly
eating at her, but what?

I'm afraid
Anna may not be the only one

who's researching
an abnormality.

A new nautilus puzzle

has appeared that is
nearly identical

to the very first one
I encountered,

down to a phone number

that decodes to a set
of GPS coordinates.

Maybe Samaritan's
recycling puzzles.

Unlikely, Mr. Reese.

The coordinates
are in the Shadow Map.

Samaritan wouldn't send
players to a spot

where it couldn't observe them.

Well, if Samaritan didn't
make the puzzle, who did?

_

Oh, wait.

There's something embedded
in the image on the poster.

"You were right."

Mr. Reese, I'm afraid
you may have to

handle Anna on your own
at the moment.

I think I know
who created the puzzle,

and if I'm correct,
I need to hurry.

Finch, Anna's leaving work.

Let's see where she has to be
at 9:00.

- Get in!
- Sorry, Alek.

And now, let's
introduce our contenders.

Weighing in at 130 pounds,

from Astoria Heights,

put your hands together

for Melinda "Jay Jay" James!

And, from Bay Ridge, Brooklyn,

give it up for
Anna "The Annihilator" Mueller!

The Annihilator?

Ready?

Ready?

Fight!

Ow!

Yeah!

See? All that
hard work paid off.

- Thanks, Alek.
- Yeah.

Finch, Alek is Anna's trainer.

And now we know
how she got that bruise.

She's not a victim of abuse.
She's doling it out.

She's an MMA fighter.

Which means she may be
a perpetrator after all.

Be careful, Mr. Reese.

Careful with that phone!

They're always listening.

Claire...

what's happened to you?

The people
behind the Nautilus game

were worse than anything
I could have imagined.

They used me.

But with your help, maybe I can

break free--

They found me!

Please help me.

About time you called.

I was gonna send a dog
on a search and rescue.

Apologies, John, but that matter
I was looking into

took an unexpected turn.

But I found Claire.

Is everything okay?

I'm endeavoring to make it so

by looping
a few security feeds.

Can you manage without me
for a while longer?

Sure thing.

Turns out Anna won honors

in both judo and kick-boxing
in college.

Must be taking it
to the next level

by hopping in an MMA ring.

She may find it more
difficult than she thinks.

Professional mixed martial arts
are illegal in New York,

and amateur fights are plagued

by gambling, organized crime,
and a lack of regulation.

Any threat against Anna
is probably coming from there.

Be sure to take Detective Fusco
if you need backup.

Speaking of needing backup,

you sure you got things covered
with Claire?

Yes.

But I'm afraid
she needs my full attention.

Finch, while Anna's at work,

I'm gonna check out
her and Jill's house.

_

"5-Fluorouracil."

Jill's getting chemo.

Anna's not the only one
with a fight on her hands.

_

Forgive the morbid overtones,

but this mortuary was
the closest place I could find

with the proper supplies.

We're safe here... for now.

Here.

Well, you're lucky, Claire.

3 inches to the left,

and we'd have needed
the embalming materials instead.

I was about to thank you
for saving my life, and...

I realize I still don't
even know your name.

Before I tell you that,

perhaps you'd care to tell me
how you came to be on the run.

After I solved
the last Nautilus puzzle,

I was taken in by this group.

They told me the game's purpose
was to recruit people

who could help them
on their mission.

Which is...

Make the world a better place.

Soon I was hacking databases,

stealing information.

And they wouldn't say
from whom,

just that they were
very bad people.

But I've never really
liked secrets.

You hacked the group,
didn't you?

Turns out...

every mission I did for them

led directly
to someone's death.

And not bad people.
Ordinary people.

One man, a software designer,

had just returned from holding
his newborn granddaughter

in his arms.

They slipped poison
into his coffee at the hospital.

His names was Charles Wynn...

and I'll never let myself
forget it.

That's when you chose
to escape.

Yes.

To find you,

a man whose name
I didn't even know,

the one person
who tried to keep me

from going down the wrong path.

If only I knew
what the right path is.

- My nose!
- Give me back my game!

Look, I don't care
who took whose copy

of Full Metal Hellcat 4.

You may be warriors online,

but you can't go and hit
each other in the real world.

Now, you, clinic.
You, incident report.

Let's go.

A text from Jill. _

_

Looks like Anna's avoiding her sister. _

Excuse me.
What happened to Naresh?

No idea-- His stuff was gone
this morning when I came in.

Anna?

Ms. Buchanan apparently
wants to see you.

- Ms. Buchanan?
- Have a seat, Anna.

Let's talk
about this user problem

you've been looking into,

uh, the one
about Paul Zimmerman.

Yes. I'm so relieved.

I was hoping someone at the top
would see the red flag.

I'm told you tried to contact
this user

about search requests
he made using VAL.

That's right, I did.

Are you aware
of our privacy policy here?

Yes, but this was--

A lawsuit waiting to happen.

Drop it.

Or we're gonna have to have
a serious conversation

about your future here.

Maybe you should
get back to work.

_

Excuse me.

Software's up to date.
You're welcome.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Although, when you hear
what I have to tell you,

you may wish that
that was something stronger.

Those people that took you in,

they're not making the world
a better place.

They're remaking the world
in the image of their leader.

So who's their leader?

A being...

that is willing to kill
as many people as it takes

to keep its own existence secret
and its power intact,

like your software engineer,
Charles Wynn.

It seems that he was
a contract employee

of a company called Decima

shortly before they brought
this leader online.

Online.

I don't understand.

It's an AI...

and it's called Samaritan.

What's that?

Two minutes ago, I had no idea.

When I found out
about all those people

who died because of me,
I took one last thing

from the group's network--

a raw chunk of source code
from a set of old drives.

Whatever was on it
was labeled...

"Samaritan."

You disabled that, didn't you?

How?

I looped the camera system.

I knew it.

You're a hacker...
like me.

Which means you're the one
who can help me do

what needs to be done.

Together,
with this source code,

you and I
can attack Samaritan...

and kill it.

Let go of me!

Pretty sure the lady
doesn't want a ride!

Let's get out of here!

Hey--

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Remember me?
Come on.

Security guard from work?

I'm a cop.

From the looks of it,
you need my help.

You have no idea who those men
were who attacked you?

No.

Look, I still don't get

why a Homicide detective
is following me.

Unless...

is this about Paul Zimmerman?

Who?

A few days ago, I was listening

to users' questions
to the VAL system,

transcribing them,

and one user's voice
kept coming up.

How can I get
help for depression?

I need the number
of a suicide hotline.

But Zimmerman can't be
the only one

to make an online search
like that.

Of course not.

And when they do,
this is what happens.

VAL, I need the number
for a suicide hotline.

Here's what
I was able to retrieve. _

Now look at what VAL
sent Zimmerman

when he asked
the same question.

"Five painless ways
to end one's life.

How to make sure
others are taken care of

after you're gone."

Zimmerman was a man
on the edge.

VAL essentially
nudged him over.

I sent an email
up the chain, but...

nothing happened.

So... I got my friend
Naresh to help.

He dug up Zimmerman's number,

and I reached out to him.

Turns out I was too late.

Zimmerman killed himself
the night before.

So Zimmerman's dead,
VAL helped it happen,

and now they're after you.

Maybe not just me.

My friend Naresh
didn't show up to work today.

I don't know if he quit
or got fired.

Or worse.

I'll go check on Naresh.

You stay here where it's safe.

Fusco will keep an eye on you.

You bet.

Just one more thing.

Why risk your job
for a stranger like Zimmerman?

A few months back...

someone close to me--

someone ill--

asked the same questions
Zimmerman did.

If she'd asked VAL

instead of me...

_

Let me guess--
you need something,

and it's a matter
of some urgency.

It's no wonder
you're a detective.

Could you possibly
look up death records

for a particular body?

Think I can manage that.
You got a name?

I do.

Charles Wynn.

Have you had a chance
to look at the flash drive?

No, not yet.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Lie back for a minute.

I need to check your wound.

Come on.

Keep thinking
about Charles Wynn,

the man who was poisoned
at the hospital

by that group of yours.

What hospital was it?

- New York General.
- Big place.

Easy to see how someone

could secretly administer
a lethal dose of...

what did you say?

I didn't, actually.

Aconitine.

Aconitine. Unusual choice
for an assassination.

Tends to stay
in the bloodstream.

Is this some kind
of interrogation?

Just gathering facts.

Stick that flash drive
in your laptop,

and you'll see
I'm telling the truth.

Perhaps. Perhaps.

Or perhaps the moment I do so,

a program in that drive
will seek out every device

my laptop's been connected to,
everyone that's close to me,

and Samaritan will use that
information to hunt them down,

which may have been
your intention all along.

A few hours ago,

you were opening my eyes
to Samaritan.

Now you're saying
I work for it?

I called a friend of mine
at the NYPD.

The only Charles Wynn

that died in the Tri-State Area
this year

did so in a car accident--

no trace of aconitine
in his blood.

Keep your flash drive, Claire.

On my way out,
I'll reactivate the cameras.

You can tell your story
to Samaritan.

You once said that you
didn't believe I was a killer...

that I valued life too much.

Well, I believe that about you.

You wouldn't just leave me here
for dead.

That may have been true once,

but that was
before I lost someone,

someone dear.

She's gone now, and I won't risk
losing anyone else.

Good-bye, Claire.

Charles Wynn died
of a myocardial infarction

caused by 9 milligrams
of aconitine.

He struck an oncoming car,

hospitalizing
the couple inside,

and somehow sparing the
six-year-old in the backseat.

All of which you know...

if your friend
read you the report.

I don't have to read it.

I know every...
painful detail.

And as for Wynn's blood,

aconitine only shows up
if you're looking for it.

With Wynn's history
of heart trouble,

they weren't looking.

Now, I am sorry
that you lost your friend,

but if you leave now...

when you are dead wrong...

you're gonna lose me too.

Jill's medical alert bracelet.

She must be crashing hard.

EMTs are on the way.
I have to go.

Okay, but I'm taking you
myself.

Moving on up,
eh, Mr. Prasad?

VP of data access

and a whole new office
to prove it.

Yeah, all happened
kind of fast.

I know Anna Mueller
will be relieved.

She thought you got fired.

Something about that...
Zimmerman issue?

Just a mainframe
processing glitch.

The second I pointed it out

to the higher-ups,
they were on it.

- Then they promoted you?
- Yeah.

But, um...

I'm not really supposed
to talk about this.

Confidentiality.
I get it.

Hey, Lionel.

Looks like Anna's pal Naresh

just got paid off
by his superiors.

If they gave Naresh hush money,

they could be the same people

who are trying
to silence Anna for good.

Where's the ambulance?
They should be here by now!

Hold on!

I gotta go.
Anna's sister's in trouble.

Jill!

Detective,
can you call the EMTs.

So what do you
make of it, Finch?

It sounds like VAL's code
has been tampered with,

apparently
for the express purpose

of manipulating
Zimmerman's emotions.

Driving him to suicide.

They're gonna kill Anna
because she won't let it go.

A closer look
at VAL's new algorithm

might tell us why he was
targeted and what's at stake.

All right,
I'll get you the code.

Good luck, John.

The guys who took Anna
must have hacked

her sister's
medical alert bracelet.

I'll go after Anna.

You access
Fetch & Retrieve's servers.

Whoa, whoa, wait.

Tech support's not exactly
my forte, you know.

Don't worry about it, Lionel.

I know a guy who can help.

Just so you know...

I had that.

Come on.

We gotta go.

Why? I thought
you were a cop.

I am.

But this is more paperwork
than I wanna deal with.

Hey, Naresh?

Who are you?

NYPD.

Well, what possible business
could you have here?

This business--
Paul Zimmerman.

Whether you know it
or not, kid,

you're neck deep
in an innocent man's death.

Unless you help me out,
your friend Anna's

gonna be the next one
laid out on a slab.

Wh-what can I do?

The right thing.

Access Fetch & Retrieve servers
for me.

_

If Samaritan's hunting us,

let's hunt it back.

Hey, Glasses, I'm staring
at something I don't understand,

which is usually
the part where you step in.

Sending it to you now.

It's a response algorithm
for Fetch & Retrieve.

Many thanks, Detective.
I'll give it a look right away.

_

Oh, no.

A security guard is here.

Blood on the keys.

It's only a matter of time
before he finds us back here.

We have to do something.

Come on, Claire.

We need to cover our tracks.

You're sure Jill's okay?

There's two police
officers guarding her.

Nothing's gonna hurt her.

I wish that was true.

The last few months,

she's been so sick,

and I've never felt
more helpless.

So...

I started getting up early,
coming home late.

Taking on amateur fights.

Got me out of the house.

Gave me something to hit,

something I could...

actually fight.

So why do I
still feel so helpless?

The thing
about fighting someone...

questions are simple.

Either you're beating them,
or they're beating you.

But it's the harder fights,

the ones outside the ring,

that actually mean something.

Everything else is wasted time.

I don't want to waste
any more time.

I want to take this fight
to whoever's after me.

John, I just finished
examining VAL's new algorithm.

It turns out that Zimmerman
was only one

of hundreds of specific users
it was designed to target--

people whose search histories
indicated depression,

for instance.

VAL sent them results

which would likely
make their depression worse.

But that makes no sense.

I thought so too until I looked
at the other targets.

People in debt,
compulsive gamblers--

they represent huge markets
for certain products--

payday loans,
online poker sites,

and, of course,
antidepressants,

all products currently sold

by Fetch & Retrieve's
advertisers.

So the results are softening
them up for the ads.

They're creating
vulnerable consumers,

even if it kills them.

You figure out
who's behind all this?

The new algorithm was placed
in the system anonymously,

but I managed
to track down its source.

It's someone we've met before.

- Can I help you?
- NYPD, ma'am.

Naresh here got mixed up
in something,

and he wants to make it right.

Ms. Buchanan,

the VAL system's
been tampered with.

At least one person is dead,

and my friend Anna's
being hunted down.

I'm sorry, but this all seems
a little hard to believe.

- Are you sure?
- Come on, Naresh.

I thought we understood
each other.

You keep quiet, everybody wins.

Calvin, what the hell
do you think you're doing?

Cleaning up.

Your weapon, please.

All right, the last camera
should be up in 60 seconds.

Let's go.

Once we're outside,

we'll need to stick
to the areas

with no video surveillance.

Luckily, I have a map.

You know, when I first met you,

I had no idea
you were this resourceful.

No wonder Samaritan
is hunting you down.

You're more than just
a thorn in its side.

You're a one-man revolution,
Harold.

How do you know my--

Wow.

You know,
I've played a lot of chess,

but that's the first time
I almost beat myself.

One slip, and it could
have cost me the game.

I'll take your phone

and your laptop.

You're a fool if you think

I'll lead you back
to my friends.

You will have to shoot me.

Oh, come on, Harold.

I'm not authorized
to shoot you.

Assuming you go with me
peacefully.

Go where?

We've been talking
so much about Samaritan.

I figure it's time you finally
saw what it looks like.

Sorry to keep you
in the dark, Lauren,

but when I found
my new algorithm for VAL,

I knew I had to go it alone.

Because you knew
I'd never allow such a thing.

It's your loss.

The beta test
was nearly flawless.

Soon, VAL will shape
the emotions

of millions of users,
and Fetch & Retrieve

will be one
of the most powerful advertising

and content delivery platforms
in the world.

And if a few people
commit suicide

along the way, tough luck.

I feel awful about what happened
to Paul Zimmerman.

But he was
the unfortunate consequence

of a successful test.

And I'm not gonna let you
or Anna Mueller or anyone else

destroy what I've worked
so hard to build.

Calvin, you can't just kill
innocent people.

You'd be amazed what a private
security corporation will do

for the right price.

Luckily, I can pay.

You will.

Aah!

Right hook,

left cross!

Nice body shot.

Cross could use some work.

Stand him up.
I'll go again.

Think we're good.

Thanks, Lionel.

Seems unlikely that Samaritan

would set up shop
in a place like this.

_

_

_

...increasing resources.

Satellite surveillance
has shown

that they can cover
thousands of miles,

often traveling the exact...

I don't understand.

You said you were taking me
to see Samaritan.

Harold...

this is Samaritan.

Samaritan's not trying
to subjugate humans, Harold.

It's trying to save them.

Look around.

This charter school exists

because Samaritan analyzed
our education system

and decided
there was a better way.

It's the best chance the kids
in this neighborhood have

at a real future,
but it doesn't stop there.

Samaritan is planning
ways to reduce,

if not eliminate,
food and water shortages--

projects that never
would have existed

without this... evil AI.

And these stories
that you told me...

about data theft, murder,

Charles Wynn?

Charles Wynn died
in a simple car accident.

I told you
what you wanted to believe.

But here's the thing,

beliefs can change.

Look, I wasn't supposed
to bring you here, Harold.

If my cover was blown.
I was to bring you in.

But I just know in my heart

that you have the capacity
to make the right choice.

Which is?

Join us.

The world out there
needs saving, Harold.

Together, with Samaritan,

we can start.

And if I refuse?

Last chance.

Well, I truly admire
what's been built here,

and you may be right.

If the world needs to be saved,

then perhaps this is
the most efficient way to do it.

I still have one question.

Samaritan is willing
to shoot you

to get me to believe
what it wanted.

How far will it go to get
these children to believe?

Take him.

Nice to finally
meet you, Claire.

Give your boss
a message for me.

Hi.

Come on, Harry.

Gotta let this one go.

_

So what now?
Few days off from work?

More than a few.

Not sure I can
go back there, but...

these amateur fights
got me thinking.

Maybe there's a future
somewhere else.

Maybe a city
where you could go pro.

They pay a lot more
for each fight.

Yeah.

But for now there's
a more important one right here.

Thanks, Riley.

Your sister's waiting.

New laptop?

What happened to the old one?

Claire has it.

Which means Samaritan does.

Root?
You're back?

For about eight more seconds.

New mission?

There's a lot that's new.

Root, Claire, Samaritan...

mind catching me up, Finch?

Claire played me
and very nearly won.

If Root hadn't disabled
Samaritan's cameras

and saved me,

I'd be in the hands
of the enemy.

However, there is
a glimmer of hope.

I planted a tracking beacon
in the laptop Claire stole.

_

Nearly there.

_

_

- No more glimmer?
- Indeed.

This game was played to a draw.

_

We found and destroyed
the GPS beacon

embedded in the laptop's core,
sir.

- It was artfully placed.
- I've no doubt.

And what about
its networking history?

Wiped clean, I'm afraid.

Keep looking.
And be careful.

A laptop
from this particular person

is hardly a benign treasure.

It's my fault, Mr. Greer.

If I hadn't taken him
to the school,

if I had just
brought him in--

Come, come, Claire.

You did your best
to turn him into an asset,

which was, after all,
your mission.

And it's your steadfast belief
in your mission,

in Samaritan,
that makes you so special,

so unique.

Just one thing,
Mr. Greer.

The sniper shots
were supposed to miss

to scare Mr. Finch
into trusting me.

I could have died out there.

For a good cause, my dear.

All for a good cause.

Sorry to interrupt,
Mr. Greer,

but you need to leave
if you're going

to make your meeting
with Mergers and Acquisitions.

Ah, yes, an intriguing company

making strides in the realm

of simulating
and manipulating emotion

and whose stock
appears primed for a fall.

Such a pleasure
to meet the founder

of an exciting venture
like yours.

What a shame to see
you've hit a rather...

tragic fork in the road.

Shall we see if, together,

we can't choose
the right way forward?