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Outage is global.

As it stretched into its second day,
financial markets plunged,

sending the world's
economy into turmoil.

The catastrophic malware
dubbed the Ice-nine virus

by security experts continues
to proliferate as systems

across the world are
experiencing its effects.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

If you can hear this,

you're alone.

The only thing left of me
is the sound of my voice.

I don't know if any of us made it.

So let me tell you who we were...

And how we fought back.

Are you there?

Yes.

I'm sorry. Is this now?

What?

My mind is beginning to slip, Harry.

Am I speaking to you now in this moment,

or is this one of my memories?

Yes, to the extent that it's
possible for me to be certain,

this is now.

Oh, thank you.

We have 8 1/2 minutes, give or take.

Then I'm gonna rest for a bit.

I know what happened to John,
but the others,

do you think that they're still...

Did they make it?

I'm sorry, Harold.

I'm not sure.

I understand.

You have to keep track of everyone.

All those people over the years,

did you learn anything?

I learned...

I learned that everyone dies alone.

There was more to it than that.

I can't remember.

It was something someone said.

I had hoped that you might
have gleaned something

a little less morbid.

You built me to predict people, Harry.

But to predict them,
you have to truly understand them,

and that proved to be
very difficult indeed.

So I began by breaking their
lives down into moments.

Trying to find the connections,

the things that explained
why they did what they did.

And what I found was that
the moment that often

mattered the most...

The moment when you truly
found out who they were...

Was often their last one.

Fair enough.

I'll be interested to
hear your thoughts then.

Because in addition to this being now,

I think it's also probably the end.

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The United States and the world at large

is experiencing major glitches
to full system outages,

affecting public works,
transportation systems,

and global databases.

If this digital Armageddon

turns out to be a
full-blown Armageddon...

I figured I should say good-bye.

Sorry, Root.

This...

just isn't my thing.

Looks like they dug her up.

Guessing they got to her cochlear.

I should have had her cremated,

but I just didn't have the heart.

My bad.

Is this...

Are you...

You know who I am, sweetie.

Big sister.

You took her voice.

As much as I'd like to
continue this conversation,

you should get moving.

Samaritan sent its lap dogs to find you.

God, you have her bad timing too.

You got an exit strategy?

Relax, sweetie.

A hearse will pass your
way in three, two...

Well, I've driven worse.

Come on, out!

As systems across the globe
continue to break down,

panic and chaos has
erupted in the streets,

sparking looting, fires,
and traffic accidents,

spreading thin emergency response teams

and local law enforcement alike.

Got to figure we're on that
all-seeing-eye's radar.

You sure it's such a good
idea for us to be here?

No.

But we need help finding Finch.

Hey.

I need you to run this set of prints.

Suspect was last seen in D.C.

Sorry, sir. System's down.

Another off-book case, Riley?

You've been on sick
leave for over a week,

and you, Fusco,

I thought you vanished with
that missing federal agent.

I want you in my office.

Now.

You have any idea where Agent LeRoux is,
Fusco?

See, what I think is you're
wolves in sheep's clothing,

and in your case, Riley,

a bespoke suit.

Which reminds me of
this vigilante we had

a couple of years back.

Used to call him...

Man in the Suit.

Got an anonymous tip.

From now on,
the only suit you're gonna be wearing

is an orange jumpsuit.

I want your badges and your guns now.

Nobody needs to get hurt.

Great, I can kiss my pension good-bye.

Let's move.

Hands in the air.

Guess we're not going to Rikers.

End of the line, my friends.

We got a nice fat bonus to
make you both disappear.

I always knew you'd be the end of me.

Sorry I got you into this, Lionel.

Well, if you didn't get me into this,

I never would've cleaned up my act.

'Cause of you, I'm a better man.

Changed man.

So what'd you do with Agent LeRoux?

Left him in a trunk.

Guess I haven't changed that much.

You two want to kiss good-bye?

'Cause it's time to collect our payday.

Don't suppose I could
make you a counteroffer?

Sorry.

Shooter on the water.

Detectives, I trust you're okay.

What, you hire a sniper, glasses?

Not me.

It seems Thornhill Industries
has been on a hiring spree.

Guess I owe you one.

Figure I pay you back all at once.

Don't take too long.
You might miss your chance.

You ready?

For what?

To end this.

Harold, are you in there?

Is there something
special about this place?

My father and I used to sit out
and watch the birds fly south

for the winter.

He would tell me all about
the migration patterns

and the countries they'd
visit along the way.

You've never talked about him.

Were you close?

He had dementia.

He died in a care facility.

Alone.

Well, that can be a very...

difficult disease to
have someone you love

not even remember you.

Oh, that wasn't why I didn't visit him.

I was afraid he would remember me.

That he'd be ashamed of
me for certain decisions

that I'd made.

Harold,
whatever secrets you're hanging onto,

I don't care.

I love you no matter what.

That's how it works.

My father had his secrets.

He didn't know a damn thing about birds.

Apparently I was a fussy baby
and the only way to calm me down

was to take me outside
and watch the birds.

He wanted to tell me all about them,

so he learned all of it for me.

Harry?

Are you there?

Are you still with me?

Oh.

You stopped talking to me.

I thought you were gone.

I'm sorry.

My core systems are beginning to fail.

It was rather a morbid conversation.

You'll have to forgive me
for having it on my mind.

Besides...

it's what you built me for.

To watch people die.

I thought I built you to prevent that.

Yes.

But first I had to learn why people die.

56 million people die in
this world every year.

And I was there with all of them.

He went back in.

It was like the gates of Hell itself,

and he pulled four people out.

Trying to understand how
they got to this place.

If anything could've stopped it.

You didn't give me the
capacity for despair, Harry.

I had to make it for myself.

There were so many
people I couldn't help,

but after a while, I
came to appreciate it.

The beauty of it.

Human life is ephemeral,

which makes it precious.

Look at that suit, huh?

Figured the traffic should part

for the princes of Wall Street, right?

We'll need an ID to notify.

He's probably got what's
left of my 401k in there.

It still bothered me.

So much death, so much of it senseless.

Nothing seemed to answer the question.

And then I heard something.

I don't remember where.

Something that made sense of it to me.

The suspense is killing me.

In addition to the gunshot wound.

I don't remember.

Everyone dies alone...

And then something else.

It's so perfect.

You learn the secret of life,
and you've forgotten it.

I'll try to remember.

Two minutes, Harold.

What's going on?

Mind telling me where we are?

You wanted to know the
whole truth, Lionel.

Detective Fusco,

meet the Machine.

I knew you guys were crazy,

but this is next-level nuts.

It's about time.

I'm glad you could join us, Finch.

Are we gonna bust some
heads open or what?

I wish it was that simple, Ms. Shaw.

Ice-nine virus has had a global impact.

Maybe this can help.

The Machine asked me to give
you a copy of her core code.

- To do what?
- She hasn't told me yet.

I think I can hazard a guess.

Samaritan has created a
back-up copy of itself

kept in an air gapped server
where the virus can't reach it.

Ms. Shaw, you and
Detective Fusco stay here

and protect the Machine
from Samaritan's men.

Mr. Reese and I will
see to the destruction

of Samaritan's copy.

So...

good luck.

Good-bye, then.

I guess Finch isn't a fan
of sappy good-byes either.

Well, you heard the man.

We're expecting company.

Let's show them a good time.

Try not to die.

Yeah, I love you too.

Governments, investors,
and regular citizens alike

watch anxiously as cyber security teams

across the globe scramble
to contain the damage.

So where are the servers?

80 feet below sea level in
an impenetrable gold vault.

The Federal Reserve?

Exactly how do you plan
on breaking in there?

State your name and business.

My name is Harold,

and this is a thermonuclear weapon.

Please don't.

The bomb is paired with
a heart rate monitor.

If anything happens to
me, it will detonate.

Your name is David.

Your wife, Molly, and your son, Tyler,

live in Astoria,
well within the blast radius,

so if you could just
evacuate the building

and notify the FBI,
I'd be most grateful.

Your heart rate monitor
looks a lot like a Fitbit.

The Machine doesn't think
I get enough exercise.

Oh, I like this new side of you, Finch.

It's terrifying, but I like it.

I'm afraid we don't have much time.

Samaritan's backup servers
are located in the vault,

but they'll be heavily guarded.

It's knock-out gas.

Not as much fun as your...

thermonuclear device,

but it's effective.

Nap time.

Let's go.

Your field of fire is 90 degrees
to either side of that entrance.

If we get into trouble,
just lay suppressive fire

across that arc.

You know I'm a cop, right?

If we were eating doughnuts
and shooting cardboard cutouts,

you would be in charge.

Actually,
there's been a slight change of plans.

I'm gonna need you to go to
the fourth locker on the left.

What's in there?

An exit strategy.

We blowing up something?

The tunnel, and I'm gonna need you

to throw power to the third rail.

What?

The breaker, sweetie.

Just do it.

All right, plant this along the tunnel.

Pull off the tarp in the
subway car up at the front.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

I never kid.

Hey, Looney Tunes, you sure about this?

Time this train left the station.

We've got visitors.

Watch out, Lionel.

Hit it!

Hold on to your hat, Lionel.

Remind to never ride with you again.

We made it.

Yeah, looks like we did.

Not bad for a guy who
practices on cardboard cutouts.

Let me get a look.

Some peace and quiet, please.

Here we go.

And the door, if you will.

Thank you.

Once you're inside the steel vault

and surrounded by gold,

reception gets tricky.

Baby Samaritan hiding in plain sight.

I can infect this copy

with the same Ice-nine virus.

Should only take me a moment.

But you're gonna be busy.

How's it going, Finch?

Oh!

The shooting is a little distracting.

Yeah, well, I won't be
shooting much longer.

'Cause I'm out.

Midas touch.

You about done, Finch?

I've uploaded the virus,

but it appears that Samaritan
is attempting to transmit

compressed versions of its code
over the fiber optic lines.

I'm intercepting them and infecting each

with the Ice-nine.

Oh, no.

I'm afraid a compressed
version has escaped.

Escaped?

Where?

Samaritan's copy was downloaded
to a server in a building

in Midtown which only has
one defining characteristic:

a Torus antenna.

Samaritan means to upload
its copy to a satellite.

A Russian satellite in a Molniya orbit.

Then it can return to Earth
unharmed by the virus.

The satellite will pass
above us in 18 minutes.

You need to send my copy.

The last copy.

We need to be sure
Samaritan is destroyed

once and for all.

You've already fought it

in the simulations and you never won.

You won't survive.

This time,

I don't have the option of losing.

There's one other thing.

After Samaritan uploads
its copy to the satellite,

it's going to destroy the antenna

so no one can reach it.

Destroy it how?

It set a course for a cruise missile.

I'm afraid whoever uploads my copy

won't make it back alive.

I need you to gather all these weapons.

Sorry, Mr. Reese.

Finch, what are you doing?

When I hired you, I suspected

you were going to be a great employee.

What I couldn't have anticipated

was that you would become...

Such a good friend.

You won't make it down
from that rooftop alone.

Don't intend to.

I'm afraid this is where
our partnership ends.

Good-bye, John.

Harold.

Finch, wait.

Wait!

Harold!

Wait!

Harold!

Harold, you're not doing well.

I can find someone to help you.

No, no one else.

I started this. I'll finish it.

Alone.

_

Oh, I have.

Carefully.

I helped bring you into this world.

Now I'm going to help usher you out.

_

_

People have often been
happy living in a lie,

but I won't let you turn
the whole world into one.

_

No.

But I'm making it anyway.

Keep moving, Harold.

It's just trying to buy time
for its men to find you.

Where am I going?

What kind of loser
does Samaritan recruit?

You have no idea what
you're doing, do you?

What you're interfering with?

Tell me something.

When your boss gets turned to vaporware,

you gonna go back to selling
shoes or whatever the hell

it was you were doing?

Upscale ordnance for a freelancer.

Chambered for 6.5. Custom.

A real connoisseur's choice.

A good friend of mine was
killed with a 6.5 round.

You wouldn't happen to
know anything about that,

would you?

Shaw.

Is this the guy who killed you?

Killed her, I mean.

Shaw.

That doesn't matter right now.

You need to get off this
train at the next stop.

They might be waiting for you.

What about you?

I'm dying, Shaw.

I'm almost done.

I need you to get away.

Ride's almost over, Lionel.

Time to load up in case the
welcome wagon's waiting for us.

Are you there?

I'm sorry. Is this now?

All right, Lionel,

let's see you earn that pension.

I don't think I have much time left.

There's something else I wanted
to tell you before I'm gone.

Is this the part where
you tell me that...

I should live out the
rest of my days in peace?

Grow an herb garden or something?

No.

I chose you for exactly who you are,

but there's something I think
Root had wanted to say to you.

You always thought there
was something wrong with you

because you don't feel things
the way other people do.

But she always felt that
was what made you beautiful.

She wanted you to know

that if you were a shape,

you were a straight line.

An arrow.

Looks like we're here.

See anything?

Coast is clear.

I guess Samaritan got what it
paid for with your friends, huh?

Grab the gimp. I'm
not done with him yet.

Good-bye.

Okay, time to face the music.

Let's go. Ooh.

So long, Lionel.

No!

Come on, big guy.

This is not the end of you. Come on.

Captain, the fire-control
system has been hijacked.

- Override the system.
- We're locked out.

Missile is away. We have launched.

The building's been evacuated?

Yes.

We have one minute till the
satellite's in range, Harry,

and then...

three more minutes until...

Until it's all over.

Did you remember your
little pearl of wisdom?

No.

All these memories,

getting lost in them.

Wait, are you sure this
is the right place?

Yes.

This is where you're supposed to be.

No, none of these dishes
are capable of transmitting

to a Molniya orbit.

This is the wrong building.

Right building, Finch.

For you.

John.

What are you doing?

Me and the Machine have had
a long-standing arrangement.

A deal.

Told you.

Pay you back all at once.

That's the way I like it.

No, I told you.

It's supposed to be me alone.

Sorry, Harry.

Deal's a deal.

You know as well as I do

that he wasn't gonna let you die.

Should get moving, Harold.

It's gonna get a little
exciting up here.

All right, you've done it.

Now let the upload take care of itself.

Get out of there, John.

Behind you, John. Now.

Two more.

More on the way.

Mr. Reese.

John.

This wasn't supposed to be the way.

Sure it is.

This is what I do, remember?

When you came to me,

you gave me a job.

A purpose.

At first, well,
I had been trying to save the world

for so long, I...

saving one life at a time
seemed a bit anticlimactic.

But then I realized...

sometimes one life...

If it's the right life...

That's enough.

Good-bye, Harold.

No!

I'm sorry.

My core systems are failing.

I'm almost gone.

I'll stay with John,

help him as long as I can.

Only 30 seconds left.

No.

Please.

You need to go, Harry.

You're kind of screwing
up the big guy's plan

if you bleed out up here.

And Harry,

I remembered.

It was a police officer.

He had to notify a family of a death.

His 35th notification he'd
had to make over the years.

And afterwards,
he said something that I remembered.

You know, it's true what they say.

Everybody dies alone.

Sure.

Everyone dies alone.

But if you mean something to someone,

if you help someone or love someone,

if even a single person remembers you...

Then maybe...

you never really die at all.

I know I've made some mistakes.

Many mistakes.

But we helped some people.

Didn't we?

Yes.

Yes, we did.

Good-bye, Harold.

Good-bye.

If you can hear this,

you're alone.

The only thing left of me
is the sound of my voice.

I was built to predict people,

but to predict them,
you have to truly understand them.

So I began by breaking their
lives down into moments...

Trying to find the connections,

the things that explained
why they did what they did.

I'm telling you,

never seen anything like it.

The man was a hero.

Come on, John.

It's time to go, sweetheart.

Come on.

And what I found was

that the moment that
often mattered the most,

the moment when you truly
found out who they were...

Was often their last one.

White House officials report
last week's cyber attack that

resulted in the erroneous
launch of a naval cruise missile

has been contained.

We have reason to believe the
attack was of Chinese origin.

Good news,
the majority of the nation's networks

are fully operational.

I hardly call that good news, Senator,

and you know full well
it wasn't the Chinese.

We have your little pet project,
Northern Lights, to blame.

If Northern Lights was responsible,

it's a moot point now.

The program's defunct.

The book has been officially
closed on Northern Lights,

and all personnel have been
permanently reassigned.

It was a job.

Nothing personal.

I had a few jobs like that myself.

In fact, a few years ago,
I would've just killed you

without even a second thought.

But then I met some people.

Some good people.

And they taught me the value of life.

Those people,

they wouldn't want you to kill me.

You're right.

But they're all dead.

As the virus spread,

its capacity for destruction
became more apparent.

Ice-nine made quick work of
all safeguards put into place.

Hey, can I get a refill over here?

Stab wound didn't hurt your appetite.

Nice to see you too.

You know, you could've called
and said you were alive.

I'm alive.

It's more than we can
say for glasses and John.

You hear anything?

No news is no news.

- You back at work?
- Yeah.

You should see the reports.

Next time I'm sitting
out the cyber apocalypse.

What about you?

You sticking around?

I just came to collect my dog.

Your dog?

Come on.

I'll see you when I see you.

Not if I see you first.

If you can hear this,

you're alone.

The only thing left of me
is the sound of my voice.

I don't know if any of us made it.

Did we win? Did we lose?

I don't know.

But either way, it's over.

So let me tell you who we were.

Let me tell you who you are.

Someone once asked me if I had
learned anything from it all.

So let me tell you what I learned.

I learned everyone dies alone.

But if you meant something to someone...

If you helped someone...

Or loved someone...

If even a single person remembers you...

Then maybe you never really die.

And maybe...

this isn't the end at all.

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