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FINCH: You 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.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTERING)

(ACCELERATING, TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN HONKING)

- Open the door!
- That's a human liver.

We have to get that to City General.
A patient's life depends on it.

Our boss's life depends on it more.

(GUNSHOT, GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

Drop the gun,
or your friend's gonna get it.

Here's your liver.

Look, Belinda,
or whatever your name is...

...you just saved my life.
How can I ever possibly...

(SIGHING) All done here, Finch.

Not to be a stickler about etiquette,
Ms. Shaw,

but I believe that Mr. Mathers
was in the midst of thanking you.

You paid me to save him,
not listen to him talk.

And while your combat skills
are impressive,

your bedside manner still leaves
a little something to be desired.

I was thinking you might stop by

and we could discuss it
over a nice cup of tea.

Well, as fun as that sounds, Finch,
I'll pass.

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(SIRENS IN DISTANCE)

I don't like meeting out in the open
like this, Yogorov.

Relax, Simmons.

This place was on the map
you gave us. You see any cameras?

- So, Terney?
- Yeah.

What's the status
on our joint operation?

Everything's in place.

Our part's good to go.

We just need you to arrange
the meeting.

No problem. We'll get all the players
in one room.

One very secure room.

If our boss is gonna be involved,
this is gonna be airtight.

(SIGHING)

John, one of these days,
I'm just gonna shoot you.

I get that a lot.

(SIGHING) Busted, huh?

Finch and I have known about
your side project for a while.

From what we've seen,

you've got enough to bring down
half the organization.

You could bust them,
make deals to take down the rest.

Special Agent Donnelly tried that.

But HR rebuilt itself from ashes
because we didn't cut off the head.

If we had,
Cal might still be alive.

I'm playing by different rules now.

No deals and I won't make a move
until I can bring down the boss.

They're running some joint operation
with the Russians.

If I can just get eyes
on that meeting,

I might finally ID the head of HR.

- Need help?
- No.

But if I do,
you'll be my first call.

(CLINKING)

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Finch, I thought you said
we had a new number.

We do, but this one doesn't match
any Social Security number on record.

The nine digits in question are a
USCIS alien registration number.

Green card number.
We're looking for an immigrant.

Specifically, Ms. Genrika Zhirova
of Solntsevo, Russia.

Information on Ms. Zhirova
is a little hard to come by.

She has virtually
no digital footprint.

All I have so far
is a last known address.

It's a housing project
in the South Bronx.

I can't even find a photo
of the woman.

Then let's go have a look at her.

(VOICES ARGUING)

Agent Stone,
Immigration and Customs.

I'm looking for Genrika Zhirova.

Genrika!

(VIDEO GAME ON TV)

No eyes on the target yet
but I see drugs at her place.

Could have something to do
with why we 're here.

Rough neighborhood.

Whatever this woman's into,
I got a feeling it's gonna get messy.

- Can I help you?
- You're Genrika?

Gen, nobody calls me Genrika.

- Are your parents here?
- My mom's in prison in Russia.

I never knew my dad.

I came here a few years ago
to live with my grandfather.

- And where is he?
- Cemetery.

He died eight months ago.

Shouldn't you guys
already know this stuff?

- So now you live with...
- Vadim.

We're, like, third cousin
or something.

He's supposed to be
taking care of me now.

Which means he gets an extra
200 a month and a free place to live.

They should pay me twice that
to put up with her.

Always sneaking around,
taking pictures.

Crazy little girl thinks she's a spy.

I'm just practicing for my career.

- Career doing what?
- International espionage.

- What's this about?
- Just a routine check.

Routine, my ass.

Is there a problem
with my immigration status?

- No. I...
- Why'd they send you?

Agent Cross normally handles my case.

There is no Agent Cross.

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Look, uh".
do you need any help here?

I'm fine, but you're making me
late for school.

Ms. Shaw's conversation
with Ms. Zhirova

was, if not harmonious,
at least illuminating.

Four years ago,
her mother was in prison

for protesting
the Putin administration.

So her grandfather brought
Gen here to live with him.

FINCH: Now she's all alone.

Not exactly the safest place
for a kid.

And cousin Vadim's
no Suzy Homemaker.

Well, whatever's going on,
I doubt this girl's the perpetrator.

I wouldn't be surprised if the recent
changes in her circumstances

have something to do with the threat.

Perhaps, Ms. Shaw,
had you been a touch more solicitous

when asking her if she needed help...

What?
I asked, she said no.

If you ask me,
the kid can take care of her...

FINCH: ls everything all right?

REESE: You're not gonna
believe this, Finch.

Shaw just got made
by a ten-year-old.

What kind of a weird-ass kid
uses counter-surveillance tactics?

I got it from here.

But I think you
freaked her out a little.

It's mutual.
I'll recon her building.

Mr. Reese,
we need to have a talk

- about Ms. Shaw.
- Uh...

Don't worry, I've got us up
on a private line.

Look, it won't do to save
this little girl's life

only to have her scared to death
by Ms. Shaw.

Perhaps it would be best if we kept
her at arm's length from Ms. Zhirova.

SHAW: Fine with me,
I hate kids.

- Ms. Shaw?
- What, Finch?

You think I didn't bug your office?

(BRAKES SCREECH)

We've got trouble, Finch.

(SCREAMING)

Hey! Get her!

(MEN GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(SHOUTING)

Whoever this girl is, Finch,
she has a very grown-up problem.

Come on.

- MAN: 911 emergency.
- WOMAN: I just saw an accident.

A tire blew and the driver
lost control. Please send someone.

I need an ETA on that bus!

And get a back brace ready,
just in case!

(FIREMEN SHOUTING)

- The top's completely collapsed.
- I'll try to get to the driver.

- Driver's DOA.
- GIRL: Hello?

I've got a 10-45.
Someone's alive in there.

- I can't see 'em.
- I'll check the other side.

Hey, there.
Are you hurt?

I don't think so.
ls my dad okay?

- What's your name, sweetheart?
- Sameen.

Okay, Sameen, hang on, kiddo.
I'm coming to you, okay?

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Well, Finch, so much for keeping me
away from the kid.

Ms. Zhirova. Is she safe?

For now. But I don't think
our tangos have given up.

Me either.
What's your 20?

Sub-basement.
A few floors down.

Hold your position.
I'm on my way.

REESE: Any idea what this is about?

Do you know who those men were
or why they tried to grab you?

Probably because I'm a spy.

- She doesn't know.
- So we have no idea who's after her?

The guy giving orders
had a tremor in his hand.

Could be Parkinson 's.

It's a rare enough condition.
It might help us to identify him.

All right, John, I'll meet you
at the northeast corner.

No, please stay put, Ms. Shaw.
Mr. Reese will come to you.

Your job is to protect
Ms. Zhirova at all costs.

Sir, yes, sir.

I thought you might be a robot.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

No hits for Parkinson's
in the database

but if you're looking for bad guys,
you've gone to the right place.

- Your girl lives in an impact zone.
- Well, that doesn't sound good.

Her address is in a blind spot where
funding for Domain Awareness ran out.

Criminals like to go
where the cameras aren't.

No sign of our friend in the suit.

But she's on another one
of her secret calls.

- She's definitely up to something.
- SIMMONS: Find out what.

Gotta go.

Carter, where were you last night?

A bunch of us went out for drinks.
I left you a message.

New gun, Laskey?

Like it? I just bought it
last weekend. Gun show in Jersey.

So you brought it
across state lines illegally?

You do know
that every gun in New York

has to have a ballistics test
on file, right?

Nice.

- YOGOROV: You guys have the girl yet?
- MAN: We're closing in but she has help.

- What's your name?
- Not important.

Well, who are you?
Why are you here?

How'd you know
I was gonna be in trouble?

- How's it going, John?
- Still clearing our extraction route...

same as I was two minutes ago.

Who's John?
Is he your friend?

- Is he your boyfriend?
- No. He's a co-worker.

Co-worker.
So this is your job?

What are you?
Like, Spec Ops or something?

Oh, man!
What agency do you work for?

CIA? NSA? INSCOM?

Why would a big agency like that
care what happens to me?

We're not a big agency.

Why would a small agency care
what happens to me?

We're not any agency.

We're just a...
I don't even know what we are.

To be honest,
I'm only in it for the dog.

You guys have a dog?

MAN: No sign of them here.

Shhh.

(FOOTSTEPS)

MAN: Clear.
Check the next room.

I got eyes on two tangos, Finch.
I'm taking them out.

Absolutely not!

If anything happened to you,
Ms. Zhirova would be defenseless.

Let Mr. Reese worry
about the kidnappers.

You just get the girl out of there.
Now.

(GUN CLICKING)

Shhh.

- MAN 1: We can handle it.
- MAN 2: All right.

MAN 2: Come on.

- MAN 1: There they are!
- SHAW: Run.

Let's move!

This way.

(CREAKING)

It's okay.
I'm in here all the time.

My listening station.
We should be safe here.

(CLANKING)

(ELECTRONIC HUMMING)

- You did all this?
- Told you I was a spy.

But I didn't do this.

Finch. I think I might know
what this is all about.

Gen has this whole building wired

and it looks like someone found out
what she was up to.

Any idea who?

Did any of the people
you ever recorded

talk about committing any crimes?

Lots of them. I bugged anyone
who looked suspicious.

Did it ever occur to you that that
might have been a really bad idea?

I was just trying to get the
drug dealers out of my building.

- Did you give the tapes to anyone?
- Not yet.

New York's just like Russia.
You can't trust the cops.

I was waiting
until I had something on the dealers

that was too big to ignore.

- Yeah, they're not ignoring you, kid.
- Well, I know that now.

- So where are the tapes?
- Somewhere safe.

Hey.

I'm a spy too, remember?

SHAW: Got a location on the tapes, Finch.
You're gonna wanna write this down.

Clear.

MAN 1: Hey.

(PHONE DIALING)

We got rats in the walls
but I got a plan.

Get the masks from the trunk.
Let's go!

(GUNFIRE)

- You all right?
- I'm fine.

- I'm Shaw.
- Nice to meet you.

Where'd you learn how to do that?

My grandfather taught me.
He was in the KGB.

Gave me this, too.

Order of Lenin.

I wear it everywhere I go.

You should sell it.
Probably worth a lot of money.

What's wrong with you?

I mean, why are you like this?

(SIGHING)

You know that thing
that made you flinch?

I don't get that.

- You don't get scared?
- Or sad.

Or happy or lonely.

I do angry, okay,
but that's about it.

Did something happen?

Been this way
as long as I can remember.

I was, uh...

...about your age

when I figured out I was different.

(HISSING)

- What's that?
- R-22.

They must have punctured the pipes
for the building's AC.

We'll be dizzy in ten seconds,
unconscious in 40.

What happens after that?

You don't wanna know.
Come on.

(GEN COUGHING)

(SHAW GROANING)

(GUNFIRE, GEN SCREAMING)

GEN: Stop! No!

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

So talk to me, Sameen.

You like TV?
What's your favorite show?

I don't have one.
They're different everywhere you go.

- You move around a lot?
- Yeah. Dad's in the military.

He likes TV.
We watch football together.

Well, you're being a trouper
just like him.

We're gonna call your mom, okay?

And she's gonna come
and take care of you.

(METAL CREAKING)

Ready to get out of here?

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

TERNEY: We got the kid.
Take out the trash.

(BRAKES SCREECH)

Maybe clean out your trunk
next time, dumb-ass.

(PHONE DIALING)

- Do you have her?
- No, we were hoping that you had.

But I'm glad to know
you're still alive.

That makes one of us.

- Any clue where they took her?
- We're working on it.

- Bear could only track Ms. Zhirova...
- Gen. Her name is Gen.

He could only track Gen
as far as the street.

She could be anywhere
in the city by now.

The guy who kidnapped me
isn't talking.

But, uh... I got his cell.

It might lead us to the guy
with the tremor.

Give me his location.
I'll handle the rest.

Bear found blood, Shaw.
A lot of it.

- And he seems to think it's yours.
- I'm fine.

I'm sending you the address
of a doctor who owes us a favor.

John can track the man
with the tremors.

And I think I finally have the means
to determine why she was abducted.

(RATTLING)

I've recovered (Ben's tapes
right where she said they were.

A girl after my own heart.

I know this went sideways, Finch.

But you can't bench me
for every mistake.

I'm not punishing you for an error,

I'm protecting you
because you're hurt.

You've done enough, Ms. Shaw.
We'll take it from here.

(BEEPING)

What are we doing here?
This is way off our beat.

Lunch.
You're welcome.

Come on. Do you really wanna
wait in that line for a taco?

No, I want you to wait for two tacos,
extra bulgogi and some kimchi slaw.

Plus whatever you want.

(BEEPING)

Any problems, you call me.
We clear?

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Joint operation's on schedule.

SIMMONS: Good.

The package has been delivered.
Pay the man.

(PHONE RINGING)
LASKEY: Hey.

Look, something came up.

Take the car and cover for me.

I'll make my way back
to the precinct.

Lost my appetite.

(MAN COUGHING)

MAN 1: No, man. It's your turn
to call for pizza, man.

MAN 2: I don't wanna call for...

(WOMAN MOANING, THUMPING)

(TAPE STOPPING)

Read the labels, Harold.

Ms. Shaw, everything all right?

- Do you know who took Gen?
- Not yet.

But I can't help noticing
that you are nowhere near

the doctor that I recommended.

In fact, you seem to be...

(GASPING)

You wanna tell me
why you're holding the same junk

as the guys who took Gen?
Sit down, Vadim.

Got a little something for you.

Mm, good, huh?

It'd be a shame to see it
all go to waste.

Now I can either re-up your stash
or I can flush it all.

Stupid kid.
Bugging people's rooms.

They sweep for transmitters.
Who uses wires anymore?

But they find the wire,
then they find recorders

then they find me.

- You told them about Gen?
- They knew already.

They give me this.
They tell me to find the tapes

and not to report it
if she went missing.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Who?

Bratva.
The Russians.

(SNIFFING)

(EXHALING, SNIFFING)

(GUNSHOT, VADIM GROANING)

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

MAN 1: I don't know if you realize,
but you're asking a lot.

MAN 2: I don't know if you realize,
but I'm not asking.

Finch, I'm closing in
on the kidnapper's cell.

I don't know if you realize,
but I'm not asking.

SIMMONS: Most accidents
don't require a shovel.

Most accidents
don't require a shovel.

(CAR APPROACHING)

- CARTER: That's my guy.
- REESE: Paying my guy.

(CAR DEPARTING)

- Finch, I know who has the girl.
- So do I, Mr. Reese.

Didn't anyone ever tell you
it's not polite

to spy on people, little girl?

Hmm?

Now, where are the tapes?

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

So we called your mom,
Okay, Sameen?

She's coming right now.

Where's my dad?
Is he stuck in the car, too?

Sweetheart,
it was a really bad accident.

Your dad got hurt.

Then why are you with me?
You should be taking care of him.

Yeah, I wish I could, sweetie.

But sometimes
people get hurt so bad

that they fall asleep
and they don't wake up.

You mean he's dead?

Look, I'm so sorry, Sameen.

If there was anything
I could have done...

I'm hungry.
Can I have a sandwich?

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

Ms. Shaw,
you're still not at the doctor.

I must insist that you...
(CLATTERING)

Finch, Carter knows
how HR found Gen.

They ran her fingerprints.

Every legal immigrant
gets fingerprinted

when they enter the country.

That still doesn't explain exactly
what she has on HR.

- How's our friend with the tremor?
- Awake, but not exactly a chatterbox.

Perhaps we should let Mr. Yogorov
and Detective Simmons do the talking.

- YOGOROV: What kind of joint operation?
- SIMMONS: One in our mutual interest.

My boss wants your people
to stop moving the old product

and try something new.

They ever say what the product is?

No, but one of your pictures may turn
out to be worth a thousand words.

The tanker that you spotted

bears a chemical formula
on the side - KMnO4.

Potassium permanganate.
Commonly used in water treatment,

but also a key ingredient
in a dangerous new class of drugs.

Synthetic cathinones.
Otherwise known as bath salts.

- So basically, HR's dealing drugs.
- Perhaps not simply dealing.

The drug may be intoxicating,

but pure potassium permanganate
is just toxic.

Exposure produces symptoms
similar to Parkinson's.

Our new friend isn't sick.

He's been cooking designer drugs
for HR.

Thank you, Finch.

Nitroglycerin.
It's highly unstable.

The slightest shock could set it off.

Drop it
and it'll blow your knees off.

I'd hold steady if I were you.

So you've been making drugs for HR.
Where do the Russians come in?

HR makes the stuff,
the Russians move it.

- They called in a big meeting.
- With the head of HR?

The top dealers in town.

HR wants the Russians
to lay down the law,

force them to stop selling coke,
whatever, start selling salts.

You get all that, Finch?

Yes, and I've found something in one
of Gen's recordings that confirms it.

SIMMONS: Screw the Colombians.

This stuff is made right here
in the US of A, all right?

We've got a massive facility,
city gets hooked, we all get rich.

So where is the cook site?

I only helped with the first batch,
but a pipe burst.

I got hosed
with whatever did this to me.

After that,
they moved someplace bigger.

Please. That's all I know.

Hmm.

And I believe you.

Hey. Hey!

You can't just leave me here!

So HR's tailoring crime
in the city to fit their needs.

And we've got the tapes
to prove it to the DEA.

Look, Carter,
I know you said no deals but...

Of course we trade the tapes
for the girl.

Are we really gonna leave him
like that?

Relax.
It's just corn syrup.

(SCREAMING)

(SIREN WAILING)

We got a 911 call.
Someone's having a heart attack?

Sorry, we're required to check.
If you'd just let us in.

What was that ambulance
doing out front?

(THUDDING)

(GRUNTING)

(INHALING)

- Where's the girl?
- That's HR's deal.

The cops might kill a kid.
My people have standards.

You know
where they make this stuff?

I just handle distribution.

- Ever try it?
- Hell, no. My body's a temple.

Have you left the country
in the last six months?

No.

- Ever had unprotected sex?
- Why? You offering?

No.

Ever had hepatitis, malaria,
Chagas disease, or babesiosis?

- No. What the hell is this about?
- I need blood.

So I'm taking yours.

(INHALING SHARPLY)

You don't even know my blood type.

I'm AB Positive.
Universal recipient.

(INHALING DEEPLY)

Get HR on the phone.

(PHONE RINGING)

YOGOROV: Someone wants to talk with you.

SHAW: Put the girl on the phone, or I
paint the walls with Yogorov's brains.

- Shaw, is that you?
- Hang on, kiddo. I'm coming for you.

Okay. Let's talk terms.

FINCH: I'm copying the HR tapes.

But I have hours of analog audio
and no way to speed up the process.

Gen doesn't have hours, Finch.

We need to tell HR we're willing
to trade the tapes for...

Way ahead of you, John.

You hired me to save Gen,
not bust dirty cops.

So unless you got
a better idea, Harold...

...I'm gonna need those tapes.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

We got a problem, Carter.
Shaw took the tapes.

She's meeting Simmons on Randall's
Island to trade them for the girl.

But I'll be there to change the odds.

- Need help?
- If I do, you'll be my first call.

I got eyes on her. Her pal
in the suit knows about the meet.

You're walking into an ambush.

No, he is.

You guys are with me.

Carter, there you are.

Look. I need to talk to you
about something.

Yeah, we can talk all day tomorrow.

Come on, Carter.
I covered for you with the sarge.

And I need your advice.

I'm having a problem.
With somebody on the job.

All right, What is it?

Not here.
I know a bar nearby.

SIMMONS: All right, we're about to get
the tapes and the man in the suit.

Showtime, people.
Prepare to fire on my order.

Acknowledge.
Acknowledge, one.

Acknowledge, two.

- Where is everybody?
- REESE: Officer.

I'd like to report a kidnapping.

You win. Take her.

Girl's not here.

- Neither are the tapes.
- Looks like you got bad intel.

Not a total loss.

It's about time you and I
had a little talk.

Gotta hand it to you, Finch.

This was a better idea.

Carter said Detective Terney
was involved in the joint operation,

so it seemed reasonable to assume

that his GPS signal
might lead us to the lab.

(GROWLING)

(HISSING, MAN SCREAMING)

Just tell me which way to go.

Right. I hope.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

There are hundreds of us,
you know.

You really think you can win?

Armies fall,
one soldier at a time.

(SIREN WAILING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

You ready to get out of here?

Hey, Finch, how much you know
about chemistry?

Enough.

(EXPLOSIONS)

Two beers, Jerry. On me.

How you doing, Jer?

You gonna join me?

So, what's the problem, Laskey?

Well, for starters, my own partner
won't even have a drink with me.

So, you're having a problem
with someone at work?

- Who?
- You.

I mean, what's going on?

I'm supposed to have your back,

but how can I help you
if you don't even talk to me?

- I'm fine.
- Like hell you are.

With the secret phone calls
in the night,

ducking out in the middle of a shift,

hush-hush meetings
with some man in a suit.

Who is he, anyway, 'cause
I don't think he's your boyfriend.

Why are you so curious?

Is it maybe because of this?

I know, Laskey.

I've known from the second
your ass landed in my car.

Do you have any idea what it's like?

- What what's like?
- Riding around all day

with an arrogant bitch
who doesn't know her place.

They spared your life,
but you keep pushing.

And now your pal in the suit
is gonna pay the price.

Trust me, he is not the one
you should be worried about.

See, you just played Simmons for us.

We fed you bad info,

and you got Simmons
and his men away from the girl.

You know,
when they assigned me to you,

they told me to play the dumb rookie,

see what I could find out.

But Simmons gave me the authority
to pull your card anytime I want.

What you think, Jerry?
Should I earn myself a new partner?

You don't even know
who you are yet, son. Do you?

But you wanna play Billy Badass?

You go right ahead.

But I spent enough time with you
to know you're afraid of me.

That's why you have
your idiot friend here for backup.

I know you, Laskey.

Just like I know Jerry back there
is a lieutenant in Bronx Vice

who paid for this bar with dirty cash
from shaking down hookers.

And I have the proof
to put him away for it.

Now I was gonna wait and arrest
you two with everyone else.

But if this is how you wanna
play it, little man,

guess I'll have
to take you down right now.

You both can go easy
or it can be hard.

They should've killed you,
you stupid...

Put the gun down.
Put it down!

Sit down!

Now we gotta figure this out.

Figure this out?
You just killed him.

No. You did.

Registered to you
in the state of New Jersey.

All I gotta do
is submit it for ballistics.

But I'm not gonna do that.
Not yet.

You don't work for HR anymore, son.

You work for me now.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

EMT: Never seen anything like it.

I told her the news,
and she understood, but...

I don't know. I think there's
something wrong with the kid.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

GEN: What if I don't like it?

You lived with Vadim,
you can live anywhere.

And it's supposed to be one
of the top schools in the world.

Not every kid gets to become
the ward of a reclusive billionaire.

Now if you're ever in trouble again,
call this number.

Don't sell it, okay?

I know it won't mean much to you,

but it'll mean a lot to me
that you have it.

I'm just not wired
for this kind of stuff, kid.

I know.
I figured you out.

It's not that you
don't have feelings.

It's just like the volume
is turned way down.

Like the sound on an old tape.

The voices are there.
You just have to listen.

Bye, Shaw.

You're hurting me.

(BEAR BARKING)

So I, uh...
disobeyed some...

Pretty much all... of your orders.

Am I fired?

On the contrary, Ms. Shaw.
I think you finally got the job.

- Now about that bug in my library...
- Haven't found it yet, have you?

Did you miss me?

(TASER FIRING)

ROOT: We're gonna have
so much fun together.

(ENGLISH us - SDH)