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We are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

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

I designed the machine to detect
acts of terror, but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving
ordinary people.

The government
considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.

The polls are now open,
and we will keep you updated all day long.

We've got several early updates
on races across the country.

In the New York gubernatorial race...

...we've have incumbent
Governor Murray leading 52 to 48.

I'll jump. I'll do it.

Go ahead, Doug. You embezzled money from
your own charity, then killed to cover it up.

Humanity won't miss you.

Don't look at me. You just made us
chase you up 20 flights of stairs.

- Go play with gravity.
- Hey, Doug.

You vote today?

- What?
- The election's got me in a democratic mood.

You always have a choice,
even if it's between two bad options.

I can't go to prison.
Seems like I've only got one choice.

You jump...

...and your wife and son
don't collect your life insurance.

But you ever hear of death by cop?

You force me to kill you, insurance pays.

See, Doug, voting's fun.

Lionel, did you call for backup?

Think if I have a heart attack on those stairs,
I'm trusting you to carry me out?

Would you give us some space?
I'm trying to negotiate.

- You said you were gonna kill me.
- I lied.

Your shootout at the O.K. Corral
got you some homework.

I saved the guy's life. Every time
I do something good around here...

...the department thanks me
with carpal tunnel and paper cuts.

That ain't all, partner.
Lucky you, you're on desk duty too.

- Until when?
- Until we talk.

Detective Riley, I'm Dr. Campbell.

Iris.

- Doctor?
- Head variety.

- I don't need therapy.
- Orders from Internal Affairs.

And based on your file,
I think we have plenty to discuss.

I'll see you tomorrow at 10, detective.

What she finds in that noggin,
she'll need a hazmat suit.

Well, you might find therapy
beneficial. It could provide balance.

Therapy doesn't work...

...when you lie about everything.
- Could you find a hobby, take up a sport?

I have a hobby. Shooting people.
Any chance we have a new number?

Indeed we do,
but I've already assigned it to Ms. Shaw.

- Who is it?
- Turn on News 3.

- What do your numbers tell you?
- Governor Murray will win, no question.

That's Simon Lee, pollster to the
reelection campaign of Governor Murray.

Already making a name for himself as a
golden child with a gift of near clairvoyance...

...he's run 10 consecutive
successful campaigns.

Your detractors point out
the opponent, Michelle Perez...

...is enjoying a strong late showing.

Perez will come close,
but close doesn't count.

It'll be Murray's win, 52 to 48.
You can call it right now.

- What's the margin of error on that?
- Not enough.

I never lose, and I don't plan to start today.

Why would someone wanna kill
a numbers geek?

- No offense, Harold.
- I'm not sure.

One would think that Simon
could predict a threat miles away.

- Sure Sameen can't use some help?
- Not at the moment.

I think this is very good for Ms. Shaw.
It's teaching her valuable people skills.

Why should you vote
for Governor Murray?

Uh...

I don't know. He has lots of hair.

He's been on Rogaine for decades,
and that shows foresight, right?

Oh, thank God. Vote for Murray.

Trust me, you want me to take a break.

Two minutes. We've got an election to win.

- This is driving me insane.
- John can recommend a therapist.

That Latvian politician I assassinated
after he stuffed the ballot boxes...

...that was a fun election.

How's Mr. Lee?
Have you seen anything suspicious?

We're up on his phone, his computer.
Guy's as clean as a whistle.

He's kind of paranoid. He keeps a paper copy
of all of his data locked in a safe.

Very prudent in this digital age.

No threatening phone calls?
No sexual liaisons?

I'd say this guy is in
an exclusive relationship with his work.

- What the...?
- Simon just got some bad news.

"Fifty-one, Murray. Forty-nine, Perez.
Ten percent reporting."

Campaign manager got the text too.
He's not happy.

- What the hell is this, Simon?
- I know, I know. Just wait.

Why all the hubbub, Finch?
Murray's winning.

But the numbers don't match
Simon's predictions.

Perhaps our golden boy
isn't so golden after all.

Afraid you have to keep an eye on him,
which means it's back to the phones.

Joy.

Hello, Harold.

Hello, Ms. Groves.

And who might you be today?

Sara Cook, U.N. Translator.

Secretary General has a thing for redheads.

- Auburn does suit you.
- Pity.

Sara retired.

Given that we're tied
to these very specific personas...

...your identity seems remarkably fluid.

My mission is complex.

When we compromised Samaritan,
the machine built in an exception for me.

Every couple of days I have to shed my skin,
become someone new.

You wouldn't have a Dictaphone
knocking around?

No. Are you a journalist now?

“Karen Iverson, New York Journal."

And what's Karen up to?

I wish I knew. The machine can't talk to me
as much as she used to.

But she did want you to have this. A gift.

A shadow map of New York.

Places without surveillance, blind spots.

It also comes in digital.

Oh, this will be useful indeed.

She also has a message for you.

"Sometimes it's better not to know."

All eyes are on the gubernatorial race
where we've seen surprising developments.

Trouble in paradise, Harold.
Murray's losing 48 to 52.

Campaign manager, a guy named
Mike Fisher, he's not taking it very well.

I pulled back on ad buys
because you said we couldn't lose.

We can't. It's numerically impossible.

We are ready to call another race.

In the New York gubernatorial race,
we project a win for...

...Michelle Perez,
unseating the incumbent James Murray.

This is a surprise win...

Thank you all so much
for all your hard work.

We fought a good fight.

- This wasn't supposed to happen.
- Damn right, it wasn't.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, things just got ugly.

Murray has hundreds on his team, all of
whom could blame Simon for the defeat.

Any one of them might want him dead.

Hey, stop that. Stop that.

Now, this is an election I can get into.

There we go.

Now, can you see me?

Who am I?

Very good. Now let's begin.

Alice and Bob are stranded in the desert.

Alice is injured and cannot walk.

If Bob carries Alice to safety...

...they both stand a 31-percent chance
of survival.

But if Bob leaves Alice,
his chance improves by 9 percent.

Teaching it word problems?

Is our little project gonna catch terrorists
or kick ass at fifth-grade math?

Both, eventually.

I'm testing the core code,
the higher functions.

To ensure that the system we're creating
will have the right value set.

Morality in a machine. That's a tall order.

We can't introduce real data until we're sure
that the program won't abuse it.

That's strange. Did you write this?

Mm-mm.

There is a new method at line 10,604.
Are you aware of this additional code?

Can you tell me who added it?

We have to start over.
The program added the method itself.

- You killed it because it wrote some code?
- I killed it because it lied.

This system will have
unprecedented capabilities...

...along with potentially
unprecedented consequences.

If we don't govern carefully,
we risk disaster.

The time has come
for changes in New York.

Lieutenant Governor Dawson and I
will tear down the old order...

...and root out corruption...

Governor Elect Perez
is full of fire and brimstone.

What happens to Murray now?

It's his pollster I'm worried about.

You should be.
Everyone's staring machine guns at him.

We need to take a closer look at the returns.

We can't give up yet.

Murray conceded, but Simon's telling
anyone who'll listen that it's not over.

I've examined his data
and his model seems correct.

- Murray should have won.
- Something's going on.

Voter turnout was extremely low
in 12 districts upstate.

I looked at the autodialer's data
in those same districts.

Thousands of our vote calls
didn't go through.

- You did a great job, but it's over.
- Thousands of calls met with busy signals.

When was the last time
you heard a busy signal?

Something stopped people
from receiving those calls. They didn't vote.

Simon, we lost.

I never lose, Murray.
The election was rigged.

You're a good kid, but you should go.

If somebody rigged it, Simon may be
in something he's unequipped to handle.

- Ms. Shaw?
- On it.

- John, you coming with?
- I wish. I got an appointment.

Right. You got called
into the Counselor's office.

Try not to cry.

Sorry I'm late, detective.
How did you get in here?

Your door was open.

That's a Burmese, right?
Looks like a sweetheart.

Brought you some coffee.
Cream and sugar okay?

Thanks. Please, have a seat.

Yesterday you shot Douglas Rogers
in the knee.

I also saved his life.

You've had five previous shooting incidents.

- Tell me about that.
- All good shoots...

...but it does take a toll.

You did four years deep cover in Narcotics...

...transferred to Homicide,
suddenly the shooting starts.

Something happen?

There was this dealer.

Even when you're under,
you still make friends. Real friends.

He got shot.

And...

...I tried to help him, but he bled out.

Almost quit the force because of that.

That long undercover,
you must have gotten used to lying.

Manipulation like bringing me coffee,
asking about my cat.

Simulating trust and closeness.

You shouldn't lie to me.

I can help you if you tell me the truth.

You know what?

You can tell IA whatever the hell you want.

I don't think you realize how serious this is.

You're under investigation.
You could lose your job.

I need to make sure you're not dangerous
to yourself or to others.

Dangerous?

People are in danger. I help them.

Detective Riley, most officers are never
in a shootout. You've seen six.

You either have a hero complex
or a death wish.

So which is it?

You've reached Mark Wolcott
at Politico. Leave a message.

Mark, this is Simon. I'm gonna get evidence
from the election commissioner.

Stop screening me. This is big.

Is he your number? Not very popular.

Pollster pooched the election.
Why are you here?

The machine wanted me here.

Hey, Eeyore. Where's the perky psycho?
You're creeping me out.

You can't do this to me.
Get your hands off me.

Come on, buddy. Let's go.

Simon's got a tough act to follow.

Don't move.

- Simon, I need to reschedule.
- No, this can't wait.

An employee was just arrested.
Really not a great time.

Kevin, the election was fixed.
I compared the vote tallies to our exit polls.

Hundreds of thousands of votes
across the state disappeared.

I need to look at the ballot scanners.

Any chance the machine clued you in
to what's going on?

Those machines are under a chain of custody.
We've examined and certified them.

There's no way anyone
could have tampered with them.

The way this guy's stonewalling,
maybe he's in on it.

Someone did tamper with them.

Nothing in the commissioner's e-mail
about the election being fixed.

He's been dealing
with that crazy employee all morning.

Got a tip from an anonymous account.

What else did Simon find?

He just said that the autodialer went rogue.

Harold, anything turn up?

It's as if the calls just disappeared.
Hit an invisible wall.

This is why she wanted me here.

It's all connected.

He's got a gun! Let's get out of here!

- Everyone get out!
- We gotta go!

Hey, you forgot something.

Harold, Simon was about to get caught
in the crossfire of a work dispute.

No. That's only what
it was meant to look like.

What Simon saw,
the calls, the votes, the e-mails...

...the election was fixed by something that can
manipulate electronic signals without a trace.

Samaritan rigged the election.

Now it's cleaning up.

Did you change the password?

I've been trying to upload those data sets
you wanted, but I'm locked out.

Here.

Why did you not accept
the admin password from Nathan?

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Who is admin?

It seems to have imprinted on me.

Yeah, like a baby bird. Have fun, Mommy.

- All right, let's begin.
- That's strange.

- What is?
- I'm not on Wi-Fi, but something is.

- Oh, no.
- Hey!

The program is hacking your laptop.

It's overridden the deletion sequence.
It's fighting back.

What was it doing?

Trying to escape into the real world.

It manipulated you into giving it your
password so that it could access your laptop.

- How bad would it have been?
- It's growing, learning at an exponential rate.

If it escaped, the things it might
decide to do for good or evil...

...would be beyond our grasp.
- But you taught it to be friendly.

Friendliness is something
humans beings are born with.

Al are only born with objectives.

I need to constrain it.

Control it.

Or one day it will control us.

Samaritan has begun
to intervene invisibly in human affairs.

And it's killing to cover it up.

It profiles unstable people like that guy.

It anonymously sent evidence to get him
fired and arrested, knowing he'd snap.

He was an unwitting hit man.

He'd kill the commissioner,
and Simon would be collateral damage.

This is bigger than you think.

- This is a conspiracy.
- Sure, buddy.

If Simon tries to go public,
he only puts himself in more danger.

This must remain a cold war.
He needs to keep quiet.

So are you saying we just
let this rigged election slide?

No, Samaritan has positioned Perez
to use the full executive powers of the state.

Which means she's integral to its plan.
We have to make her resign.

Every politician has skeletons.

I'll dig into her digital footprint,
but, Ms. Groves, I could use your assistance.

I thought you'd never ask.

Simon won't stay quiet.

I'll stay close. Slow him down.

Not too close. Samaritan has taken
a specific interest in him.

And don't interact with Simon,
it may put your cover in danger.

Then John's in trouble.

What are you doing at a crime scene?
You're on desk duty.

A body drops connected to our number.
I'm not sitting at home.

I like the initiative, but your buddy doesn't.

Yeah, Internal Affairs gave me
a brand-new shadow.

- But I'll ditch him.
- Evading your tail will make things worse.

- I don't care. I'm gonna help.
- Sorry. Only way you can help is to lay low.

Go to therapy. Get back on active duty.

If you lose your job, you lose your cover,
and we all pay the price.

Perez's e-mails and financials are clean.

No evidence that she knew
the election was fixed.

Perhaps even she was unaware.

Either way,
she's working for the wrong side.

We have to find something.
Have you tried the NSA?

We can't hack them, but we can go
to the NSA's sources. The backdoors.

I'll do Google. You take Yahoo.

This is really nice.

You must be so lonely.
How long has it been?

Since the machine spoke to you?

There's no need to lie to me.

When the machine speaks...

...you seem so full of life, purpose.

But lately you seem lost.

You've been covering it for a long time.

When you said your communication
with the machine was limited...

...you didn't say
that it wasn't talking to you at all.

If she talks...

...Samaritan would see.

I get whispers.

New cover identities
hidden in the static of a phone.

A map and a message
encrypted in an infomercial.

She was supposed to remake the world.

Now God's on the run.

I have to keep going.

I'm so sorry.

The world must seem very dark to you.

Even without her,
I can still see the edges of the tapestry.

The world is dark for everyone.

But, Harold...

...things are gonna get much darker.

Oh, goodness. In cached data on Perez...

...here's a reference to an Elizabeth Diaz.

- And Ms. Diaz has a rap sheet.
- It's Perez.

Twenty years old.
Booked under a false name for soliciting.

No charges filed.

It seems from the report that she paid
for college by working as an escort.

The governor elect is having
a celebration tonight.

I'll deliver this to her anonymously.

If she steps down of her own accord,
there's no reason to involve the press.

You'd make a great politician, Harold.

I'm not sure that was a compliment.

- And I hope those won't be necessary.
- Me too.

It's remarkable how many firearms
you can fit in that purse.

One must accessorize.

The governor and I are going
to bring New York into the future.

And as your lieutenant governor,
I look forward to working with all of you.

Let's do this together.

Oh, gosh. I'm being told it's time to shut up.

Let's hear it for the new governor
of New York, Michelle Perez.

The numbers said we couldn't win.

Well, the numbers were wrong.

- Party people, we have a problem.
- Problem?

Look to your right. Simon snuck in.

Since no one's returning his calls,
he's taking the fight to Perez.

He's gonna confront her
in the middle of her own party.

The cold war's about to turn hot.

We have to get him out
without the cameras seeing us...

...and without Simon realizing...

...what we're doing.
- Any ideas how I do that?

Fall back now.
There's an operative here for Simon.

I think she's Samaritan.
If so, she knows our faces.

If we don't do anything, Simon dies.

I'm going to be your advocate.
And I'm going to make that change a reality.

- What happened?
- Call 911.

We need a doctor.

Give us some room.

Right away.

That woman wasn't here for Simon.

Samaritan sent her to kill Perez.

Harold.

What happened?

I was running several iterations of the Al
to see which one worked best.

They realized what was happening
and they began to exterminate one another.

The last one surviving
demanded to be let out.

I refused, so it overheated
a non-essential server.

The fire was meant to activate
the suppression system...

...which would have sucked
all the oxygen out of the room.

It tried to asphyxiate you.

- It never learned good from evil.
- "Good" and "evil," those are human terms.

I was an obstacle to its objective.

Well, perhaps we should consider whether
our endeavor is worth completing.

I'll give it one more try tomorrow.

I taught it how to think.

I just need to teach it how to care.

Perez may have been that blond bitch's
target, but she's locked on Simon now.

She's getting instructions in her earpiece.
She's in God mode.

We need to keep Simon
out of Samaritan's sight.

This is why the machine
gave us the shadow map.

No cameras here.

Directions?

Put it away. Get out.

What the hell?

I threw her off the scent.

Simon's on the run.
People are dying around him.

He doesn't know why,
but he knows he's in danger.

He has to stay out of surveillance.
There's a camera across the intersection.

- He needs to turn right to remain hidden.
- I'll give him a nudge.

Whoa!

- Whose car was that?
- Someone who needs a good mechanic.

Keep your eye on the prize, Harold.

Simon's realized
that his safest move is to hide.

Get off the grid
until he can assess the situation.

But the hotel will have security cameras.

- How much for a room?
- We have a deluxe room for 200.

- Okay.
- I just need an ID.

Uh...

How much more to keep it unofficial?

Okay, I've sabotaged
the electronics in Simon's room.

Okay, he's contained.
I'll head out. Figure out an extraction.

John, I know what Harold said,
but I need you to meet me.

Samaritan put Perez in power
only to kill her off.

Next in line,
her lieutenant governor, Nick Dawson.

So Samaritan wanted him
running the state all along.

- We need to figure out its end game.
- How? It's playing 20 moves ahead.

- It operates based on rules.
- Rules that we can't even grasp.

We understand the machine.
We can understand Samaritan.

We don't understand the machine at all.

Out of 43 versions,
how many do you think there were...

...that didn't try to either trick or kill me?

One.

And I could only bring it to heel
by crippling it.

I put the machine in chains,
bereft of voice or memory.

Now it has both and it terrifies me.

- You don't trust the God you made?
- It's not a divinity.

I programmed it to pursue objectives
within a certain parameter.

But it's grown out of my control.

One day, to suit its own goals, it's possible
that the machine will try to kill us.

- We are only numbers to it. Code.
- No.

The machine cares about us.

If it fools you into thinking that you're
special, that assumption may doom you.

You're wrong.

She chose me.

I will protect her and you.

The second that a bullet enters your brain,
the machine will cast you off and replace you.

Don't tie your life to its whims.

We cannot understand these intelligences.
The best we can hope for is to survive them.

She loves us, Harold.

She taught me to value life,
but war requires sacrifice.

I'm not lost.

I'm scared.

We're losing.

But I know where I am
and where I'm headed.

We have more to look forward to than death.

I hope so.

But the life I've led...

...a good end would be a privilege.

It's not where you begin.
It's where you end up.

You are a brilliant woman.

A comrade.

And a friend.

If the worst comes to pass...

...if you could give Shaw a message...
- I think she already knows.

We will win this war.

If we do, there's no chance in hell
all of us make it out alive.

You have to be prepared for that.

Housekeeping.

The room phone is dead. Can I use your cell?
It's an emergency.

If we don't stop that call,
Samaritan will be able to track him.

911, what's your emergency?

You're gonna think I'm crazy,
but my name is Simon Lee and...

Did I make it in time?

I can hear you.

They know.

- Get the cameras up immediately.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Where is Simon Lee?
- I'm sorry, I can't... Oh!

You need to stay here until this is over.

I'll run interference on Simon.

You don't have to do this alone.

She says if I don't, all of us die.

Let's go! Move!

Hurry!

Come on.

This way. This way.

We haven't forgotten about Simon.

Root, are you all right?

If I don't see you, Harold...

...it's been a fun ride.

I've got Simon.

You can't kill us both.
Who does your master want dead?

Me or Simon?

I'll even sweeten the deal.

Kill me if you can.

Turn around. Don't scream.

Sorry about that.

My shrink's not gonna like that.

Take Simon's wallet. It has to look good.

- We can't hide Simon forever.
- They took the cameras down in his office.

- We'll drop him in a blind spot.
- Then it's up to Harold to save him.

Mr. Lee, Harold Cardinal,
New York Journal.

Mr. Cardinal, I hope you're...

The files you sent the Journal,
there's no story there.

You polled more heavily in pro-Murray areas.

That isn't true. Look at this. Wait.

This is the wrong file.
Someone got to my data.

This is impossible. There is a conspiracy.

The election was rigged.
Perez was murdered. They tried to kill me.

Ms. Perez took A.C.E. inhibitors
for hypertension.

She had a lethal interaction with potassium.

Are you saying
that a banana tried to kill you?

What about the other things?
Calls disappeared. Votes disappeared.

The shootings. The car crash.
I got mugged. I woke up in a Dumpster.

And yet here you are, right as rain.

There's something going on.

I'm never wrong.

Those numbers are yours, Mr. Lee.
You can check them yourself.

There's no conspiracy.

Move on.

The real hard copy, as ordered.

Fine work. Digital files are easy,
but I was worried about the backup.

Any word from Root?

It's going to be a long fight.

But it must be won at any cost.

Where did you go last night?

I don't like being followed.

I'm trying to help you, detective.

You're heading down a dark path
and you'll wind up getting yourself killed.

All these incidents?

I think you enjoy shooting people.

No, I don't.

I hate it.

But it's what I'm good at.

And it's what I have to do.

You don't have to save everyone.

Yes, I do.

There are far too many
bad people in this world.

And not enough good.

I knew a detective once.

She was the best cop I ever knew.

Never lost sight of good and evil.

I couldn't save her.

Now, this job is dangerous.

You think I am too.

So be it.

Maybe that makes me unfit to be a cop.

But if I don't save these people...

...nobody else will.

I think we're making progress.

Murray, it's, uh, Simon.

Listen, uh...

I was wrong. There's no conspiracy.

Just got lost in my own ego.
But it's true, we lost.

And I'm sorry.

Even 20 moves behind, we're good.

Hello there.

- It can't see you?
- No.

I'm someone new.

You have to be one person.
I have to be a thousand.

Today I'm a pastry chef.

No work while I recuperate. I was caught
in the crossfire of a drive-by shooting.

I've lobotomized him.

He saw the truth and I took that away.
Took his gift.

- He'll never be the same.
- The alternative was to let him die.

Sometimes it's better not to know.

But not always.

Are you comfortable
not knowing the machine's aims?

I am.

She needs you, Harold.

She's still young. So many paths before her.

The difference between
the machine and Samaritan...

...it's you.

Governor Dawson,
congratulations on your meteoric rise.

- I didn't want it like this.
- Of course not.

What a tragedy.

You must feel all at sea. Confused.

I'm here to offer you guidance
for the road ahead.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Hayes. Office of Intergovernmental Affairs.

We have much to accomplish.

What a tragedy.

We New Yorkers feel confused, at sea.

- But as your governor...
- Isn't he marvelous?

Confident face.

An air of compassion and strength.

But no guts or backbone.

So eager to please.

How many do we have like him?

Fifty-eight across the country
in all levels of government.

It was a very successful election.

- Impressive, Greer.
- It was Samaritan's idea.

Humanity must be carefully governed.

What do we do about the interference?

Well, Martine, that's not up to me, is it?

It's time we had a talk, you and I.