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HAROLD: You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

Secret system.

GREER: A system you asked for, to keep you safe.

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

GREER: You granted it the power to see everything.

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

HAROLD: The government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

GREER: But to it, you are all irrelevant.

Victim or perpetrator, if you stand in its way...

HAROLD: We'll find you.

-(DOG WHIMPERING) -(MUMBLING)

Good morning, John.

Any updates from the subway?

Are the simulations up and running?

No news, yet.

Professor Whistler needed to check some books out from the campus library,

so while I was out I thought I would take the opportunity

to update security at the safe house.

- Was there a problem with the safe house? - You can't be too careful.

I take it that you've managed to track down our latest number?

I'm at the Real Time Crime Center.

A watcher watching the watchers.

Or listener, as the case may be.

Ethan Garvin, a sound analyst for ShotSeeker.

An acoustic surveillance system that uses microphones mounted across the city

to pinpoint the location of a gunshot and can do it to within 50 feet.

I see you've done your homework, Professor.

More fun doing it than grading it.

Mr. Garvin's main job is to rule out false positives

from loud noises like car backfires before dispatching police.

Right now, he's wrapping up a 12-hour night shift,

but slamming coffee like he just woke up.

(GUNSHOT)

Were those gunshots, Mr. Reese?

Time will tell, Professor. Garvin's on the case.

Four sensors generating data.

(GUNSHOT)

148 decibels...

You need a hand, Detective?

Riley. My question can wait, though. I want to see ShotSeeker in action.

ShotSeeker says it's gunfire. But the question is, what does Garvin say?

(GUNSHOTS)

Shots fired.

Shots fired near 19026 Hilltop. Unit 329, you're one block west.

MALE COP: (VIA RADIO) Copy that. Officers in pursuit.

20 bucks says it's a Glock 22. Any takers?

(CHUCKLING)

The city almost scrapped this whole system six months ago.

Too many false alarms.

But then Garvin came in,

re-calibrated the sensors, and efficiency is through the roof.

Okay. Suspect's in custody. Nice work, Garvin. It's a Glock 22.

Wanna grab some lunch, Garvin?

Uh, no, thanks. I promised the old lady we'd go to sushi.

RTCC SUPERVISOR: And your question was?

Actually, I need to take this call.

Listen, babe. I gotta cancel sushi.

I'm getting sucked back into overtime.

JOHN: Garvin just lied to his girlfriend. I wonder who else he's lying to?

All right, you guys are up next.

- BRUCE: This should cover it. - All right.

Do I know you?

Why don't we take three steps to the left?

Domain Awareness doesn't need to see this.

I'm on my lunch break, pal.

Your son Lee is not half bad.

His footwork's sloppy but he's good with the stick.

I know talent when I see it.

I also know you were one of the last people to see Carl Elias alive.

You want to know about Elias.

I want to know who killed my friend.

It's in my report.

I don't believe police reports written by dirty cops.

I came here for the truth.

You got the truth. Now why don't you take off while you still got your teeth.

Let me put it to you this way.

I loved Carl Elias like a brother.

The way some fathers love their sons.

I swear to God, you look at my kid one more time...

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

You're asking questions even I don't know the answers to.

Okay. I get it now.

It's your partner that calls the shots.

Even when it's your name on the report.

You tell John

Bruce Moran's looking for him.

See you around, Detective.

I like what you've done with the place.

- Padlock's a nice touch. - A necessary precaution.

We copied that malware together, and now you're seriously locking me out?

More like locking Samaritan in.

I used code from that laptop to incubate a miniature clone of our enemy, ASI.

You put a baby Samaritan in a nursery.

Just a kernel of its code, trapped inside this Faraday cage.

What's your plan, Harry?

Zip-tie it to a chair and ask it questions?

No, I thought I'd leave that to The Machine.

I've begun incubating a similar kernel of our own ASI.

Soon, I'll allow the two entities to engage one another

in a series of controlled simulations,

with The Machine code probing the Samaritan code for weaknesses.

Like rival ASl's playing online chess.

The results of the simulations might indicate a strategy we could use against

Samaritan in the real world.

- When's show time? - I need an hour or so.

- I'll go get the popcorn. - Actually, Ms. Groves,

this is more of a closed performance.

- So you are locking me out. - Not just you. Everyone.

If you want me to do whatever it takes, I'll have to do it on my own terms.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes, Mr. Reese?

Hold on a sec, Finch.

Well, we know how Garvin gets his second wind,

and it's not Jamba Juice.

I just tailed him to 607 West 126th.

Low-income housing on the edge of campus.

Equally popular among the working poor,

or graduate students whose parents don't pay their rent.

Krupa!

Finch, what's behind door number 4J?

Krupa Naik.

She's pursuing a doctorate in chemistry at the university.

Perhaps Mr. Garvin's chemical stash ran low.

Krupa!

MAN: Yo, come on, man!

(SIGHS) You again?

I'm looking for Krupa Naik, you seen her?

Get lost. Before I call the real cops.

When was the last time you saw her?

Wait, wait, wait, please. It's about Krupa...

He's badgering the girl from 4E now.

Mary Mulhall.

She's in the same graduate program as Krupa.

- I don't even know you! - But you must've known Krupa.

I need to know if you hear from her.

Okay, Garvin might be a good listener,

but he's an even better stalker.

Hold the phone, Finch.

Think we just found our perp.

He just broke into Krupa's apartment.

Lower your weapon, nobody gets hurt.

- You were at the RTCC this morning. - John Riley. Homicide.

Took you long enough.

(CONSOLE BEEPING)

That's a ShotSeeker alert. It just recognized those gunshots.

MALE DISPATCHER: (VIA RADIO) Shots fired near 607 West 126th Street.

Unit 214, you're two blocks east.

Scratch that, Dispatch. This is John Riley, Homicide.

I'm at the location now, suspect's in custody.

What's going on with you, Garvin?

Three nights ago at 2:00 a.m.,

ShotSeeker microphones picked up three loud pops from inside this building.

It was unmistakably gunfire,

but the program said that it was firecrackers.

How many pills you pop before you unmistakably heard gunfire?

Look, the woman who lives here, a grad student named Krupa Naik,

she hasn't been seen for days.

Official story says that she went missing

after setting off three M80s in her living room.

The last time I checked, this ain't the Fourth of July,

and that's not something PhD chemists do for fun.

So, you think she was shot.

It was gunfire, and I can prove it.

Hey, easy now...

Trust me.

These are the M80 firecrackers that ShotSeeker picked up a half an hour ago.

See how precise?

ShotSeeker picked up the sound, located it correctly,

and identified it as firecrackers.

Now, here's what ShotSeeker recorded three nights ago at Krupa's place.

- That's a firecracker, right? - Yeah.

Same sound, same waveform. Yeah.

I can see why you would think that.

But you see that spike?

It's pressurized gas escaping as the bullet exits the barrel.

It's also called a muzzle blast. From a Ruger 22.

How can you tell that?

I can hear it. I was just born this way.

Here's the Ruger that you watched me unload into Krupa's fireplace.

Now, if we compare that with the so-called firecrackers from the other night...

-Identical. - Yeah.

Krupa disappeared after three bullets were fired

in her living room, three nights ago.

And no one seems to give a damn.

Unless you feel inspired, Detective.

Mary Mulhall, she's Krupa's neighbor and classmate.

I think she knows something but is too afraid to talk.

(PHONE RINGING)

I've hacked into ShotSeeker from here, Mr. Reese.

And while I can't claim Mr. Garvin's sharp ears, I'm inclined to believe his case.

He appears to have stumbled on a possible murder.

Whoever shot Krupa may be targeting Garvin to scuttle his investigation.

The best way to protect Ethan Garvin

is to find out who's responsible for Krupa's disappearance.

Why don't you and Mr. Garvin rundown your first lead?

An official missing persons report for Krupa Naik

was filed today by Benjamin Haas,

president of an anti-hunger non-profit called Feed The Globe.

Let's get going-

Where to now?

Hold on a second, partner.

We got a problem.

This guy Bruce Moran threatened my kid.

That's Elias's closest ally. He's been underground for months.

Yeah, well, he decided to get some sun.

You know, it's one thing to keep me in the dark,

but it's something completely different to put my family at risk.

Don't worry. I'll make it right.

Tell him the truth.

'Cause if you won't, I will. At least my end of it.

I told you, I will handle it.

But now, I need you to work this missing persons case

with my new friend, Ethan Garvin.

Another missing persons.

All right, Ms. Groves.

The miniature Machine clone is on this laptop.

You know, for a man with such serious concerns about

the proliferation of artificial super intelligence,

you sure do love to build new ones.

I can connect this Machine laptop to the Samaritan laptop

via this central computer,

which will function as a forum for their virtual engagement.

Or a Roman Colosseum for an unlimited series of virtual battles.

If Samaritan has a fatal flaw, we'll know it soon enough.

This is what you wanted, Harold.

Let the games begin.

(CONSOLE BEEPING)

It's working.

(CHUCKLES)

When's the last time you slept?

Couple days, I don't know. Not since Krupa went missing.

I hear ya. My last couple of missing person cases hit a brick wall.

You gotta take care of yourself.

- You know those guys? - No.

Why?

That's weird.

Americans throw out enough food every year to fill 730 football stadiums.

The world doesn't have an abundance problem when it comes to food.

It has a distribution problem.

What's that have to do with our Krupa Naik problem?

Krupa developed a freeze-drying process

that would convert fresh produce into powder,

and extend its shelf life by two years.

She was going to license her research to us

for a modest fee, so we could feed millions.

But someone didn't want us to have it.

Who?

(MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

I'm J. D. Garrick. CEO of Harvesta.

J. D. Carrick offered Krupa a fortune to buy her research outright.

And that's a bad thing, how?

Well, she said no, and then vanished.

Harvesta opposition has a habit of disappearing.

Including six farming activists in Ecuador last month.

Why do you think it was this guy?

Garrick got pretty hostile during negotiations.

Three days ago, Krupa chose Feed The Globe over Harvesta.

And that was the last time anyone saw her.

- Then, about 2:00 a.m. that night-- - The same time Krupa went missing.

Somebody hacked our company servers and stole just one file.

Let me guess. The one with Krupa's research on it.

So, you think whoever stole that file is behind her disappearance?

I know it. But my IT guy can't trace the hack.

Maybe my IT guy's better than yours.

(THUD)

(HONK)

(JOHN SIGHS)

You've been underground for months,

and you chose to resurface by threatening Detective Fusco's son?

I thought you were smarter than that, Bruce.

It worked. I got your attention.

I need you to listen to me.

Go back underground and stay there until you're ready to die.

Carl Elias and Anthony Marconi were my brothers since childhood,

and I lost them both within a matter of months.

Anthony's death was suitably avenged. Elias saw to that.

Elias's final chapter is yet to be written.

But I can't write it until I know who killed him.

Which I think you do.

That's not a question you want the answer to.

Whoever went after Elias would kill you just for asking it,

let alone seeking vengeance.

I've made my peace with that.

(EXHALES)

I'm sorry for your loss, Bruce.

But that's what it is. A loss.

You wanna talk about loyalty?

I'll kill you myself if you ever go near Fusco again.

730 stadiums, that's a lot of leftovers.

(CELLPHONE BEEPING)

Multiple gunshots fired at 64 West 21 st Street.

That's here.

MALE DISPATCHER: Multiple shots fired near 64 West 21st Street...

There's no gunfire. ShotSeeker must be wrong.

Shooter is a male, 5'10", wearing a plaid shirt and a black hoodie,

and is considered armed and extremely dangerous.

- That's you. Drop your phone. -l'm calling the ShotSeeker tech.

- Drop the phone! - What's happening?

- Drop the gun! -lt's not a gun!

It's not a gun, I'm a cop! Don't shoot!

You look more strung out than usual.

- Four cops almost shot me. - Yeah, and I almost took the bullets.

Somebody just tried to set him up with a suicide-by-cop,

and they used ShotSeeker to do it.

I saw two guys in a van that might be tracking us.

Could be working for Harvesta. RTCC's trying to pull up some visuals now.

I've already checked, Detective.

There are cameras outside Feed The Globe, but that van was never in their sight.

However,

the anonymous phone call with Garvin's exact description

came from a nearby payphone, also off camera.

Anonymous?

Send me the address, I'll go check it out.

It's interesting.

Someone hacks Feed The Globe to steal Krupa's research,

and then ShotSeeker is hacked to orchestrate a suicide-by-cop.

Ms. Groves and I will follow the cyber-trail.

- Okay, I'll take Garvin to-- - Detective,

Krupa's neighbor from apartment 4E, Mary. She wants to meet.

Very good. Keep me posted.

No rest for the weary. Let's go.

Hey, you settle that thing with Bruce?

Settled's a stretch, but I got him off your back.

Gotta go, Lionel.

I'll take ShotSeeker. You look at Feed The Globe.

Okay, Harry. Let's hack these hackers.

How goes the ASI death match?

Too soon to tell, I'm afraid.

Is it?

Even her replica is over-matched.

Have you considered recoding her with a more defensive stance?

You mean arm The Machine?

More like equip her with the tools she needs to better protect herself.

Self-preservation is a very close cousin to aggression.

A child. Your child. Needs to learn to push back on the playground.

That's not an instinct we should hope to nurture

in any artificial super-intelligence.

Not even one that we call our own.

She's our only ally in this war. You need to learn to trust her.

But I do, Ms. Groves.

The Machine is infinitely smarter than either of us.

If anyone here needs to recode The Machine,

it should be The Machine.

GARVIN: Mary's late. Maybe she got scared.

That's no way to live, Garvin.

You're gonna run yourself into the ground.

You know, I must've dispatched a thousand cops

to a thousand different crime scenes.

Every shooting victim never more than just a name in a file.

But then three nights ago,

back from dispatch I heard the name, like a shot from the past.

Krupa Naik.

Like, whoa, I know that name.

First time on the job, you know?

- You knew her? - No, I mean...

We weren't friends, I knew who she was.

Way back, from high school.

To be honest, I never even really liked her.

Got the best grades, but I always thought she was kind of a kiss-ass.

Turns out, she's out there changing the world

while the rest of us are wearing headphones.

And now she's gone, and nobody cares.

You care.

Another missing persons, three days gone.

You know how this ends, don't you?

No.

And neither do you.

Never lose that.

I can't find any evidence that ShotSeeker was ever hacked.

It's possible we're looking at this all wrong.

Not so fast, Harry.

I just found evidence of the cyber-attack on Feed The Globe's servers.

Three nights ago at 2:00 a.m.

Can you tell where it originated?

Inside Harvesta, on a laptop belonging to its CEO, J. D. Carrick.

There's the missing research file, right there.

Looks like Carrick stole the file right before he had Krupa killed.

Let's have a look.

(SCOFFS)

(BEEPING)

I can't seem to open it.

That's some pretty wily encryption.

Detective, any luck locating that anonymous caller?

Nah. Nobody saw anything.

By the way, this phone is out of order.

That doesn't seem possible.

(PHONE RINGING)

Good for you. A phone that works.

I'll call you back, Detective.

HAROLD: Mr. Reese, have you made contact with Mary, yet?

Not yet, why?

(GUNSHOT)

Were those shots fired, Finch?

ShotSeeker pinpoints the noise to a university facilities yard

not far from the chemistry lab where Krupa and Mary work.

Oh, that's odd.

ShotSeeker says it's car backfire, but...

(GUNSHOT)

Those are definitely gunshots.

It's another cover-up in progress.

The police won't be alerted, Mr. Reese,

you need to get there fast.

A number. It's Mary.

Detective Fusco. We have an emergency.

I heard something up there.

Please help. Please...

(SHUDDERING)

I found Mary, Finch.

- We're gonna need an ambulance. -(DOOR KNOCKING)

- I heard something. He's still here... - Get down, now!

(GUNSHOT)

- You all right? -(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PANTING)

What's your status, Mr. Reese?

-(TIRES SCREECHING) - Fusco's here. I'm in pursuit now.

Wait here for my partner.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

An ambulance is on the way, Mary, but listen.

We can still find Krupa.

- He knows... - Knows? What does he know?

(STAMMERING)

The anonymous call originated at a broken pay phone.

The ShotSeeker hack is real, but is completely invisible.

Yes, Harvesta is the beneficiary of this conspiracy,

but only one entity is sophisticated enough to execute it.

Samaritan.

-(GRUNTS) HAROLD: Proceed with caution, Mr. Reese.

The shooter is with Samaritan.

Got it.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Suspect's moving east on 119th street. Grey van, New York plates, KDD-0327.

Where's my partner?

(PANTING)

You can relax, Finch. He's gone.

- My boss wants to talk to you. - Mr. Reese?

Mr. Reese?

FUSCO: Mary Mulhall is dead.

My partner's gone. He's not answering his phone.

Any bright ideas, Finch?

One moment, please, Detective.

I'm afraid Samaritan has John.

Locate Primary Asset.

Show me John Reese!

Shaw's trail is cold. But John's isn't, yet.

We need a lead fast before we lose him, too.

- Sit tight, Detective. - FUSCO: No way, Glasses.

I don't think so. My partner's missing, he's NYPD.

Everybody, listen up.

I am detective Lionel Fusco, from the Homicide Task Force.

My partner, detective John Riley,

disappeared from this location 22 minutes ago,

in pursuit of the pissant who killed this woman.

One of ours is missing, guys. And we're gonna get him back.

You. Get on the RTCC and get a hit on that grey van I called in.

You, I want you to find J. D. Carrick from Harvesta.

Bring him to the 8th for questioning. And I wanna talk to him.

- Everyone else, clock's ticking. Let's go. -(CLAPS)

Oh, dear. Detective Fusco is running headlong into Samaritan's crosshairs.

Detective, I understand your zeal,

but I would urge you to use caution until we know what we're up against.

See, that's the thing, Mr. Wizard.

I think you know exactly what we're up against,

but you flat out refuse to tell me.

- Detective Fusco, I assure you-- - Don't tell me you haven't noticed

that homicides are dropping but suicides are up,

and so are missing persons.

There are people disappearing all over this town.

Now John's gone, too. I'm not gonna let this one lie.

Not this time.

Wonderful.

Now we have to save Mr. Reese from Samaritan,

and Detective Fusco from himself.

John needs our help now.

You have to give us something to work with.

MARY MULHALL: Krupa gave me a hard drive. DDT: Where?

DDT : Your apartment?

MARY MULHALL: If I tell you, will I see her again?

- DDT: What do you think? - MARY MULHALL: (WHISPERING) GO to hell.

(GUNSHOT)

DDT'. We'll find it.

That hard drive. It's our best chance to get a lead on Reese.

-L'll come with you. - No.

He needs you here more than ever.

Don't worry.

If there's trouble on the playground,

(EXHALES)

I'll push first.

Locate New York plates, KDD-0327.

Mary must have told them something.

I think your heart's in the right place, kid,

but maybe you should leave the police work to the real police.

So no one else gets hurt, huh.

This is for your own good.

Everywhere you go, a bullet seems to follow.

J. D. Carrick from Harvesta.

Are you responsible for this?

Detective Fusco. Homicide.

Homicide? That's a big game badge, Detective.

It's going to look great stuffed and mounted on my wall.

Let's go, tough guy-

FUSCO: Sit down.

My partner's missing, and every minute I don't find him,

your life's gonna get worse.

I've got one dead girl, another one missing,

a cyber-crime trail that leads

from Krupa's missing research directly back to your laptop.

- Krupa? Krupa Naik? - Look,pal

You can help yourself out here by telling me where my partner is.

Krupa Naik is an impressive chemist

who chose to waste a brilliant scientific innovation on delivering food

to starving Africans who insist on living

where they can't actually grow any food themselves.

You'd be better off arresting her for idiocy.

But I can't do that because you've already murdered her for a business deal.

Hang on.

Krupa's dead?

Hey look, this stuff might work in Ecuador,

but this is New York City, pal.

You're exactly right, my friend. This is New York.

Where guys like me have lawyers for cops like you.

Why don't you do your job and go wake up my attorney.

Let's try this again, big time.

(CONSOLE BEEPING)

HAROLD: I could use some good news, Root.

I wish I had some.

Looks like Samaritan's already been here.

(OBJECT CLATTERING)

Wait.

He's still here, but he hasn't found the hard drive, yet.

Wish me luck, Harry.

Ms. Groves?

(CONSOLE BEEPING)

Please tell me you've found Mr. Reese.

You found the van.

At the precinct?

Detective Fusco. Mary's killer is heading into the 8th Precinct.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(OBJECT CLATTERING)

Mary's too smart to hide it in her things.

(GRUNTS)

Where is he? Where is Reese?

Who?

(GROANS)

Welcome back to Brooklyn, John.

This time we're gonna talk on my terms.

Elias spoke well of you, John.

You're a man of honor, with impeccable training,

so it'd be doubly pointless to tie you up.

But they will shoot you if you move from that chair.

I'll keep that in mind.

It's been four months since Elias and Dominic were assassinated,

along with at least four other kingpins.

What four other kingpins?

In Boston, Philly, Chicago.

That mean something to you?

I think it means crime doesn't pay.

(DOOR OPENING)

Four long months I've been lying in wait

to retaliate against whomever rose up to fill the void.

But nobody rose up, and I'm tired of waiting.

I think you know who killed Elias. And I'd like for you to tell me who.

I know you.

Never forget a face.

Maybe you have me confused with the last guy you held at gunpoint.

If you don't tell me where Reese is, I'm gonna do more than just point.

Don't know, don't care.

But I can't let you leave with that hard drive.

Why?

What's on it?

All I know is it's dangerous. And my boss is paying good money for it.

On top of murdering the poor woman who lived here.

(STAMMERING)

I don't know anything about that.

-(SHUDDERING) -(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

Tell me where Samaritan's taken Reese.

Samaritan?

You really don't know.

You're just a cog in a wheel you can't possibly comprehend.

You don't know a damn thing about me.

You just know this, I'm not going back to jail.

You can forget about the drive, too.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Agree to disagree?

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

You work for an organization called Samaritan.

They may have convinced you of their own good intentions,

but believe me, they're lying.

Detective Fusco!

You need something, kid?

Don't move. Hands behind your back.

(SIGHS)

You're gonna be okay, kid.

Still no word from John.

The guy they sent was a runner, he didn't know anything.

But we know him.

Jeff Blackwell.

He was a number. One we dismissed.

Guess she was right, after all.

He's off the grid, doing Samaritan's bidding now.

Got a feeling we haven't seen the last of him.

How's our twitchy tech?

Detective Fusco stopped one assassin, but Samaritan will just keep sending more.

And we can't put a stop to it

until we understand why Garvin's targeted in the first place.

Maybe this will help.

Blackwell said Samaritan thinks it's dangerous.

It's a backup of Krupa's research.

You saw this exact file on Carrick's computer earlier today, didn't you?

I couldn't open it. Remember?

The wily encryption?

That's interesting. May I?

(BEEPS)

Samaritan has encrypted the file so that no human can ever open it.

It's a decoy, Ms. Groves. A fake.

Samaritan planted this decoy on Carrick's computer

to frame him for Krupa's murder.

How adorably ruthless and elaborate.

Garrick has done this sort of thing before. In Ecuador.

So, it's more than easy to assume he did it here.

Good work, Harry.

(SIGHS) But how do we save Ethan Garvin's life?

Let's assume that Samaritan is targeting Garvin

because his investigation threatens to unearth a copy of Krupa's research.

Which is exactly what happened.

By that logic, if we disseminate the research now,

Garvin ceases to be a threat.

The danger that he represents would have already come to pass.

I can upload it to fifteen online science journals right now.

You could, but should we?

Why does Samaritan want to bury that research so badly?

Could solving world hunger lead to an overpopulation problem?

We can't pretend to understand Samaritan's motivations.

For all we know, it did all of this just to

assume control of the global food supply.

But what we do know is we can save a life today

by doing the opposite of what Samaritan wants.

All I have to do is hit this button.

Do it.

Did it work?

We'll know soon enough.

I'll tell you what you want to know, but these men need to leave the room.

I'm not gonna put their lives at risk, too.

These men are Elias's men.

They were loyal to Elias.

They're every bit as invested in my mission.

In that case, I'm leaving now.

But first I gotta find my cell phone.

Come on, fellas. I thought we were men of honor.

I can't control them, John.

Yeah?

(YELPS)

(GROANS)

(COCKS GUN)

Good. Now we can talk.

We saved a life today, but at what cost?

(CONSOLE BEEPING)

John! Hello!

Are you okay?

I'm with Bruce.

He wants the truth. Won't take no for an answer.

I understand.

30 minutes.

(CHUCKLES)

I guess we can take Helper Monkey off the endangered species list.

For now, at least.

Chin up, Harry.

Our path to victory will reveal itself soon enough.

Let's hope you're right.

You did good, Garvin. We got two guys in custody thanks to you.

Krupa's still missing. Mary is dead.

Hey, we did the best we could.

It wasn't enough.

He'!-

lt never is. That's the curse of what we do, and why we never stop.

I'm not giving up on Krupa. She's not alone among the missing.

Thanks, Detective.

Go home and get some sleep.

Hey. And get yourself a razor, will you?

ELIAS: Hello, old friend.

Carl...

I apologize for not contacting you sooner, but it was for your own good.

How so?

I knew you'd take vengeance, Bruce, which would surely get you killed.

They said you burned up in that transport van.

Detective Fusco took a big risk that night.

He got me here.

John and Harold brought me back from the brink.

Speaking of the good detective, he's worried about you, John.

We all were.

I'm telling you, this guy knows something about Riley.

- Yeah? - Hey, Lionel.

- Hey buddy, you okay? Where are you? - I'm with Bruce. At the safe house.

He's not gonna bother you anymore.

Look, as long as you are okay.

Listen, Lionel.

You stuck your neck out for me and we appreciate it.

Thank you. From all of us.

Yeah. Sure.

As long as you know I'm not done asking questions.

I don't even think that CEO's guilty.

He thinks he got framed up. And guess what? So do I.

- Can we pick this up tomorrow? - No. We can't.

There's something strange going on right now,

and I'm going to investigate it with or without the nerd herd.

(DIALTONE BUZZING)

Who did this to you?

There's a new player out there, an adversary that we can't beat,

and one we best not try and fight.

What are you even talking about?

We always faced our enemies head on.

We built a whole world that way. Me. You. Anthony.

There's no room for guys like us anymore.

And you always understood the value of the shadows.

Well, I don't have that luxury anymore.

With you gone, someone's gotta step up and handle the business,

lest we lose everything we created.

Go back to the shadows, Bruce.

Embrace them fully. We all must.

I won't give up that easily. You know me better than that.

You take care of yourself.

Harold.

What's the word from the subway?

Are the simulations up and running?

There have been over ten billion scenarios so far.

And I'm sorry to say,

The Machine is struggling.

How bad?

She's lost every one, John.

I'm afraid we're fighting a war we can't win.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

Spare some change, brother?

Spare some change, brother?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(CHATTERING GETTING LOUDER)

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