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HAROLD: You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

(VOICE DISTORTING) Secret system.

A system you asked for, to keep you safe.

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

You granted it the power to see everything.

To index, order and control the lives of ordinary people.

The government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

But to it, you are all irrelevant.

Victim or perpetrator, if you stand in its way,

we'll find you.

BEALE: Ah, here we are.

Come in.

I was just catching up with Agent Stanton, here.

John.

Kara.

Supervisory Agent, Terence Beale.

It's good to meet you, sir.

And you, John.

Although to be honest, I feel like I already know you.

Sir?

You enlisted in '93.

Rose from infantry to Rangers, to Special Forces.

In '05 you joined the Agency, and trained at The Farm.

Scored in the top 10% of your class,

and displayed particular

creativity in hand-to-hand combat and evasive driving exercises.

All of which led you to being selected

to serve in the Agency's Special Activities Division,

along with Mark Snow and Kara here.

And to answer your question,

I know all this because I'm the one who selected you.

Well,

thank you, sir.

It's not necessary.

I just thought you should know why I requested the two of you.

For this assignment, I need my best.

Outside of Malajat last month,

the Taliban intercepted a shipment of stinger missiles,

which was subsequently used in a Taliban offensive.

The transport was a classified op.

Our job is to find out how the Taliban knew about it.

We have any ideas?

Name's Brent Tomlinson.

He's an army military advisor,

who had advanced knowledge of the shipment's schedule and payload.

We think the Taliban paid him off?

Could be.

They're well-funded with Saudi money via Qatar.

KARA: Maybe they gave him some of that money.

That's what we need you to find out.

And if they did?

Then you're to handle it in the appropriate way.

Ensuring there is no agency exposure.

Clear?

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

-(ACCORDION MUSIC) - Avast, ye mateys!

Welcome to Scallywags.

Follow me, please.

When you said you needed to change our lunch plans,

I wasn't expecting something so colorful. (CHUCKLES)

lt was John's idea.

Couldn't get a table at Chuck E. Cheese?

(CHUCKLES) He's working on a case nearby.

So, Iris, where is your new man of mystery?

I'm sure he's close.

(LINE RINGING)

(GRUNTING)

(CONTINUES RINGING)

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

Not so fast.

(COCKS GUN)

(GRUNTING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, sweetheart.

Hey, just wondering where you are. We're here.

Me, too. Just had to make a pit stop in the little buccaneer's room.

I'll be right there.

Come here.

This guy's name is Kelso.

Now, he was sent by your business partner,

who apparently wanted to become a sole proprietor.

My partner is gonna pick him up, okay?

Have a nice day.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Hey.

You must be Dinah.

-(CHUCKLES) - And Phil.

(DOOR SLAMS OPEN)

MAN: Slow down.

(CLATTERING)

Guess some people just can't handle their grog. (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(WHINES)

What's shaking, Finch?

Mr. Reese.

How was your lunch with Dr. Campbell and her parents?

It was a bit rocky at first. By the end I think I was growing on them.

An experience I can personally relate to.

So things are going well between the two of you?

Well enough.

Iris still has a lot of questions.

Be cautious in your answers.

I intend to be.

Otherwise, I think it's good that you're attempting to have a more normal life.

That is, when you're not risking your life saving people.

Or trying to stay a step ahead

of an artificial super-intelligence bent on world domination.

Or that.

Looks like most of the bugs have been worked out on Machine 2.0,

given the steady stream of numbers that we've been getting.

Speaking of which,

Alex Duncan. 25, single.

Holds a master's degree in computer science,

works for an international consulting firm.

And now, you do, too.

JOHN: Is this necessary?

I mean, if The Machine is open, why not just ask why it's sending us a number?

Because, Mr. Reese,

although The Machine has become reliable in the delivery of the numbers,

it is still frequently unreliable

in the processing and delivery of other information.

Case in point, it also sent me this number.

- What is it? Some kind of program? - I have no idea.

Clearly, it still has an affinity for riddles.

Sounds like she has something fun in store for all of us today.

The Machine made you a package delivery driver?

Sadly, all of my identities can't be bears or brides.

I got to go.

Don't want to be late for my first day of training.

Yes. I think it's wise if, perhaps, we all got to work.

Subtle.

(EXHALES)

HAROLD: So, Anderson Rake Consulting employs over 20,000

in more than 90 countries.

And count among their clients, the Department of Defense.

I gathered as much when I saw my ID.

It came with a security clearance.

- How'd you manage that on short notice? - I didn't.

I created an alias with security clearance for you months ago.

You should know by now, Mr. Reese, I like to be prepared.

And Root calls me the boy scout.

Okay, got eyes on Duncan. What else can you tell me about him?

Let's see. He has no criminal background.

His finances appear to be in order.

He comes from a military family. His father and brother both served.

It seems that Alex opted for the private sector.

Or maybe he thought there was more upside in working for a contractor.

Damn it. Oh, perfect.

Hey.

Happens to the best of us.

Thanks.

Name is John. I'm new here.

Alex. Uh...

Strategy Development?

Yeah, you?

Security Systems Management.

Wow. Really?

Most of the time, it's just glorified virus scanning.

Bet it beats the hell out of Strategy Development.

- It has its moments, I guess. - Here.

Say, I'd love to get an inside scoop on what it's like to work around here.

Wanna grab a beer after work?

I...

Uh, I would, but it's been a long week.

Sorry.

Finch, there is something definitely going on with Duncan.

He's anxious, distracted, on edge.

Any idea what it could be?

Not yet. I tried pairing his phone,

but it has an extra layer of encryption on it.

Probably has to do with the division he works in.

Security Systems Management handles security for clients

ranging from private companies to government and military networks.

JOHN: Which means Duncan has access.

Question is, what is he doing with it?

MAN: Have a good night. WOMAN: Good night.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BEEPING)

JOHN: Hey, Finch.

Looks like our security expert is also a fan of breaking and entering.

Into where?

His supervisor's office.

HAROLD: What is he looking for?

JOHN: I can't tell.

But whatever it is, it's above his pay grade.

Which is likely why we got his number.

If Duncan is selling sensitive information,

the threat could be a buyer looking to remain anonymous.

Or Duncan himself, if he wants to cover his tracks.

Whatever it is, Duncan's engaged in a dangerous game.

- Mr. Duncan. - Yes.

Step this way, please.

Looks like someone's done playing.

We just have a few questions for you, sir.

Mr. Duncan.

ALEX: Who are you?

It's the CIA.

CIA?

Are you sure?

I'm staring at my old boss. His name's Beale.

Boss? You mean he knows you?

He knew me at one time.

- I'm gonna need you to come with us. - Not until I see some ID.

- Finch, they're grabbing him up. -(GRUNTS)

John, you can't intercede.

The hell I can't.

The CIA thinks that John Reese is dead.

If Beale sees you, he can marshal all the forces of the Agency to hunt you down.

And none of us need that.

You're right.

What I need is a bigger gun.

Hello.

Oh, hi. You have any sugar?

In the bottom shelf. Sorry, who are you?

How did you get in here?

I'm Gina. This is Mike.

Here, Brent, have a seat.

You're Americans?

From the State Department?

Not quite.

You're not reporters?

Oh, God, no.

But we do have some questions for you.

Questions about what?

A weapons shipment had some stingers that went missing last month.

Okay, look, whoever you are,

I'm not comfortable discussing a classified operation.

Then by all means, get comfortable. (LOCKS DOOR)

Duncan must have stolen some highly sensitive material

in order to get the attention of someone like Beale.

Shouldn't we at least consider the possibility that Duncan is a spy?

Maybe the CIA has good cause to question him.

Finch, Beale doesn't just ask questions.

He and his agents find and eliminate enemies of the state.

Duncan deserves more due process than that.

Then what do you propose that we do?

Beale will interrogate Duncan.

Depending on how long that takes, before he breaks,

might only be a couple of hours. After that, Duncan's gone.

Your cover will be, too, if Beale identifies you.

I'll be careful.

Before I can save Duncan, I've got to find him first.

You sure your Machine can't help?

I can try, but I promise nothing.

Oh, Ms. Groves is calling. I'll keep you informed.

- Right. -(BEEP)

- Yes? -(ROOT MOANING)

Ms. Groves, are you all right?

(SIGHS) Between the creepy stares from my training driver and my sore back,

I'd say just peachy.

Remember to lift with your legs.

(SCOFFS) Thanks for the tip.

I'm calling because I think I know the reason The Machine put me in this job.

Oh? What might that be?

On our route today, we delivered several packages to a building in Midtown.

590 Madison, suite 908.

Something odd about that?

The packages weren't meant for that address.

They were rerouted there by the delivery computer.

Then it had us pick up the same packages later,

and deliver them to their original addresses.

The building directory shows no tenant in suite 908.

My training driver says packages have been going there for weeks.

Looks like they are all from electronics companies.

It could be that The Machine is rerouting them.

Looking for something to help it rebuild.

Well, I think an ASI is behind this, but not ours.

Samaritan?

It's been spreading its malware on a massive scale.

Maybe this is how it's doing it.

I'll need to inspect one of those packages.

Can you secure one?

Not without raising a red flag. They're all tracked.

So, if one is missing, Samaritan will know.

I may have a way around that. (STARTS ENGINE)

Got to go.

JOHN: Okay, Finch, I'm here.

Is this really all The Machine can give us?

I'm afraid so.

Based on the SUV's license plate you provided,

Machine has identified that stretch of road

as the last known location of Beale's vehicle.

Figures.

Beale's got to find a place where he can drug and interrogate him.

Sounds like you're still searching for a needle in the proverbial haystack.

Not if you know what you're looking for.

Controlled access with no traffic or people.

Bingo.

Call you back, Finch.

Why were you accessing these classified files, Mr. Duncan?

What were you going to do with them?

Maybe I'll answer your questions, after you answer mine.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

See what you can get off this.

Keep him awake.

Beale.

Hey.

Eyes open, smart guy.

You've got miles to go before you sleep.

- JOHN: You don't. -(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SHUSHING)

Let's get you out of here.

Stay close. Let's go.

Get down.

Look out!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Let's go. Move.

You've got to be kidding me.

Who the hell was that guy?

A ghost from the past.

Hope you're gonna put everything back when you're done.

KARA: Yeah. After I find the money.

What makes you think I had anything to do with that stolen shipment?

You're one in a small circle who knew about it.

(CHUCKLES)

Look at what part of the world we're in.

If it's a security breach you're looking for, try the local police and soldiers.

The way the tribal alliances shift here, today's ally is tomorrow's enemy.

Or maybe your alliances have shifted.

(SCOFFS)

You say that like you know anything about me.

You know why I volunteered for this post? Hmm?

You know why?

Because I believed in what we were doing here.

Believed I could make a difference. Not a buck.

And have you?

- Made a difference? - Yeah, I'd like to think so.

But?

But it's a little hard when you're looked at as invaders instead of liberators.

When the local government is for sale to the highest bidder,

and you realize that the war you've stepped into

has been going on for hundreds of years,

and will continue for hundreds more after you leave.

So, if it's a lost cause, why do it?

Because it's the job I signed up for,

and the one I still believe in.

The place is clean.

Yeah. That's because I haven't done anything.

What's in the case, Brent?

My orders, daily briefings, emails.

- Open it. -(CHUCKLES)

Afraid I can't do that. Not unless you have top secret clearance.

(COCKS GUN)

Consider this my clearance.

Open it.

So, we done here?

JOHN: Takes a while for the phenobarbital to wear off.

I'm guessing you're not really in Strategy Development.

At least not for your company.

So who are you then?

I'm the reason you're waking up here,

instead of some CIA third-world black hole.

CIA?

Yeah. That's who comes knocking when you steal state secrets.

Yeah, Finch. Go ahead.

HAROLD: Mr. Reese, how is Mr. Duncan?

JOHN: He's awake.

Looks like he could use some room service.

Room service?

With the safe house out of commission, I had to make other arrangements.

Besides, Beale will be searching fleabag motels, not high end hotels.

How high end?

Seems that protecting Mr. Duncan is becoming costly in more ways than one.

Where are you, Finch?

I have to assist Ms. Groves.

- I'll be unavailable for a short time- - Fine.

It'll give me a chance to find out what our friend here has been up to.

Your turn to answer some questions.

Like what?

Like what were you doing in your supervisor's office?

So what are you after? And for who?

Look, man, I'm not a spy.

I wasn't stealing state secrets, okay?

I was looking for information

on my brother, Paul.

Your brother? Why?

Is he in some kind of trouble?

No.

He's dead.

(PANTING)

Harry, you made it.

Yes. Your surprise is disheartening.

Oh, dear.

- Is he-- - Just knocked out.

Accidentally took an errant package to the head.

What? He was coming on strong all day.

We have to work fast.

We're in a dead zone,

but if the truck's off the grid too long, Samaritan will get suspicious.

This should be able to locate any malware recently put on the system.

Ugh, the bigger, the better.

HAROLD: I'm not seeing anything in applications or the operating system.

ROOT: Try the firmware.

(GARRET GROANS)

{THUD) -(GARRET GRUNTS)

(EXHALES)

Something tells me he's not going to be making any more unwanted advances.

- Let's stay on task, Harry. -(BEEPING)

lt appears you were right, Ms. Groves.

There is some code here in the firmware that doesn't belong.

Can you copy it?

Done.

(GROANING)

Goodness. Garret, are you okay?

What happened?

(ALEX SIGHS)

You have siblings?

No.

I just had one. Paul.

- He was eight years older than me. - That's a big age difference.

Yeah.

Paul pretty much raised me. Our dad wasn't around much.

The army took up most of his time.

My dad, too.

I was only 10 when Paul enlisted.

Decided to follow in our dad's footsteps.

Over the next few years, I only saw him around the holidays. If at all.

It was always the same conversation.

He'd ask me about school and I'd pretend to be interested in the army.

The truth was, we hardly knew each other anymore.

So, your brother was killed in action.

A Major who notified us said that

Paul died heroically in the service of his country.

Wouldn't say more than that. Paul's job was classified.

I never cared what Paul did for the army.

I just wanted to know what happened to him.

After a few years at the firm,

I was in a position to find out.

By stealing classified military files?

Yes, okay. A couple of times.

But it felt like my last chance to know my brother.

Who he was.

Is that crazy?

No.

I know what it's like to lose someone.

To wanna know why.

Well, all I learned was Paul was no hero.

Why do you say that?

He was under investigation. For treason.

Treason?

Do you still have access to the photos you took of his file?

Yeah.

Those goons might have taken my cell phone,

but not before I uploaded everything to the cloud.

This says Paul went to work for the Pentagon

as an intelligence officer.

It's after that. Part about the investigation.

He was in Afghanistan as a military advisor,

where the CIA suspected he was behind a stolen weapons shipment.

But why would a Pentagon intelligence officer

be acting as a military advisor?

Unless it was a cover.

What is it?

Nothing.

Just need to figure out our next move.

- Hey, Finch. - Mr. Reese. (TYPING)

Did you learn what it was Mr. Duncan was stealing?

Uh, information on his brother.

- About how he died. - Died?

What happened to him?

So, we done here?

Unbelievable.

You break into my quarters,

hold me captive, wreck the place, and for what?

You know what I've given to this country?

The risks I take every day I'm out there?

And this is how my own country chooses to repay me?

Sorry, but I'm owed a hell of a lot more than that.

- You know what I-- -(GRUNTS)

Now we're done.

- John. John? - What?

What happened to Duncan's brother?

I killed him.

Now I see the connection.

Beale was running the Agency's investigation into Duncan's brother.

And he was the one who sent me and Stanton after him.

Well, regardless of Duncan's desire to know how his brother died,

you cannot tell him you were involved.

It would make an already difficult situation untenable.

You're right about that.

Our priority now is to save his life.

With a little time, I could create a new identity for him.

Give him a fresh start in another country.

No. There is no place he could go that Beale wouldn't find him.

What I need to do is get Beale to back off.

How might you accomplish that?

I got an idea.

But I'm gonna need your help.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Yeah. When?

Sir. Langley's detected an attempt to breach one of its databases.

The hacker's searching for information on Paul Duncan.

Can you trace the hack?

It appears to be coming from Times Square.

Turn around.

That's impressive.

ALEX: I'm surprised that phony keycard of yours got us inside.

- Yeah, my guy does good work. - Security comes by every half hour.

Don't worry about them, you just focus on what we came here for.

Okay, we have the location.

Let's go.

Sir. Look at this.

(DOG PANTING)

(DOG WHINES)

Hello.

- Your little ruse work? - I certainly hope so, for John's sake.

I see you're running the malware we found on the truck.

Dissecting it. Running it would be far too dangerous.

Seeing as one of its primary functions is to connect its host to Samaritan.

So what have you found out?

Well, once active,

it attempts to access all the files in the infected device,

and send all that information to Samaritan.

- So it's spyware? - Partially.

It also appears to have more advanced functions,

but I haven't been able to decipher them just yet.

Good work, Harry.

Oh.

And I solved your word puzzle.

What puzzle?

The string of ones and zeros The Machine sent you?

It's not a program, it's a text file.

- HAROLD: A poem? - Mmm.

It's Emily Dickinson.

It's about change.

Metamorphosis.

Change what?

The Machine?

Us?

Maybe both.

I never thought looking into Paul's death could get me killed.

Arrested maybe, but not dead. (TYPING)

This is about more than your brother.

You must have gotten close to something else.

Something sensitive.

I'm back in. What am I looking for?

Any files that reference what your brother was doing for the Pentagon.

Okay, here's something. It's a brief. To Paul.

About an incoming weapons shipment.

It was a part of something called "Desert Rain."

"Desert Rain"?

It says here it was a joint operation between the Pentagon and the CIA.

Supplying arms to our allies, the Afghan national police and army.

What kind of arms?

Small arms, light weapons and surface to air missiles.

Stingers.

But those were restricted from going to our foreign allies.

Too risky, they could wind up in enemy hands.

Which is why this entire op was being conducted off the books

without congressional approval.

Move, please.

The CIA suspected Paul of selling one of these weapon shipments.

So when I looked up his records...

They thought you were digging up information on their operation.

Which, if it got out, would take down some very powerful people.

We need to get the hell out of here, come on.

Let's go.

Come on, come on.

(COCKING GUN) Drop it. Or I will put you down.

Okay.

But where's Beale? (GRUNTS)

Nice to see you again, John.

Thought my eyes were playing tricks on me the other night, you being dead and all.

But then I saw that move with the steering wheel.

So creative.

(SCOFFS)

I should have known if anyone could cheat death,

it would be you, John.

How does he know your name?

John and I used to work together.

You worked for the CIA?

A lifetime ago.

So, this is what you're doing for work these days?

It's not that different from my old job.

Just not killing people anymore.

But you are interfering with Agency business.

The Agency's business is killing civilians now?

Civilians? Or spies?

I'm not a spy. I just wanted to know what happened to my brother.

You didn't tell him?

Tell me what?

Something about Paul? Why is he talking to you?

Because I was there.

My partner and I were sent to question him about selling information to the enemy.

You'?

So then you must know.

Was Paul a traitor? Tell me what happened.

We questioned him, and then,

we left.

Because Paul was innocent.

Innocent?

Your brother had a tough job.

Working in a warzone.

Where it was hard to tell the allies from the enemies.

He could have lost his way.

But he stayed true.

To himself and his mission.

A few days after we left,

he was hit by an air strike at a nearby village,

where he was doing his job.

Making a difference.

What he's saying, is it the truth?

Yeah.

Like he said,

your brother was a hero.

Now, I'm afraid, there's still some

unfinished business we need to take care of.

There always is.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GUN COCKING)

This ends now.

You understand?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, my driving days are done.

- You quit? - Fired.

One too many safety violations.

What is it that you've fashioned here?

Oh, I installed the malware on it and I'm letting it run.

You what?

Were you not listening when I said

its most basic function is to establish a connection with Samaritan?

Yes, which is why it's air gapped,

wireless disabled, and running on rechargeable batteries.

It's isolated.

But why do this?

The poem The Machine sent us, about metamorphosis,

I think she wants us to let the malware run its course.

- And I've already made a discovery. - What?

The malware is replicating itself and overwriting the laptop's existing code.

It's working towards something.

I still think you're taking an enormous risk.

Yes.

Our only option is to take risks.

Big ones, if we want any chance of finding Shaw

or a way to defeat Samaritan.

We have to be willing to do whatever it takes now, or

we've already lost.

It's no risk, no reward, Harry.

Hello, Beale.

Must be losing your touch.

I made you three blocks back.

I know.

I was enjoying the walk.

So, where's your friend Duncan?

He took a vacation.

Not that it matters to you.

'Cause you're gonna forget about him.

And Why would I do that?

Because if anything happens to Duncan, my associate and I

will make sure the details of our operation "Desert Rain"

go public.

It will end some careers.

Might even see a few prosecutions.

So you're saying you and I are gonna have to trust each other again?

Suppose I am.

If all this was about the kid needing the truth about his brother,

why not just give it to him?

Duncan wanted to know how Paul died.

But what he needed was to believe his brother was a hero,

so he could let it go.

You were always good at doing what needed to be done.

Glad to see some things haven't changed.

But a lot has.

It's a brave new world out there.

Needs people like us more than ever.

That's not a good thing.

It's neither good nor bad.

Just the way it is.

We didn't make the world like this.

Didn't we?

I'll be leaving your name out of my report.

As far as the Agency is concerned,

you're still dead.

Why would you do that?

Might be because you could have killed me the other night.

But you didn't.

Or maybe I like knowing you're out there.

A ghost.

Still doing what needs to be done.

How'd you know it had a false bottom?

I didn't.

Then Why'd you shoot him?

He was justifying too much for someone who still believed in the mission.

He thought the country owed him.

Of course he took the money.

You know why Beale really picked you over the other recruits?

You saying it wasn't my test scores?

(CHUCKLES)

lt was where you came from.

You had no family. At least no real family.

And after losing your adoptive mother, you were on your own.

Beale knew that you'd give everything to the Agency

because you didn't have anyone or anything to go back to.

Except the girlfriend.

And you didn't hesitate to walk away from her.

Only because I had to.

That's right.

Because we don't get normal lives.

And you can't miss what you never had.

That's why Beale picked us.

And why we're so good at our jobs.

IRIS: When you said you wanted to take a walk, I didn't know you meant alone.

- Hmm? -(CHUCKLES)

You're just more quiet and brooding than usual.

Sorry.

Is it work?

(SIGHS) Or your side job?

Look, I haven't pressured you to talk about it, but I notice things.

Odd hours, random cuts and bruises,

blood on your shirt cuff at lunch the other day.

- You caught that? - I read people for a living.

Remember?

Well,

you read me pretty well.

Better than just about anyone ever has.

But it's not the work that's the problem.

It's my past.

Your past isn't anything that you can control.

Your future is.

I wish it were that simple.

But the things I've done.

You don't have to be that person anymore.

Actually, I do.

And that person doesn't get to have a normal life.

Says who? Hmm?

- The job. - And when will the job be done, John?

(SIGHS)

Well, I hope for your sake, one day you'll get to be someone else.

Maybe have that normal life.

Maybe one day.

Just not today.

And not with me.

Good-bye, John.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Yeah, Finch. - Mr. Reese?

We have a new number.

I'm on my way.

English - SDH