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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.

Come on. Any second, guys.

Not a good time, Harold.

It never is these days, Ms. Shaw.

It's not as if Professor Whistler...

...doesn't have a stack
of abysmal midterms to grade.

My situation is slightly more time-sensitive.

- And yet, numbers keep coming.
- Amateurs.

Our newest irrelevant is named...

- Ms. Shaw, is that gunfire?
- Well, I told you I was busy.

I'm gonna need you to call up that shadow
map and access the N.Y.P.D. dispatch feeds.

Go, go, go!

All units, pursuit in progress. Black sedan.

Lost them. Last seen on westbound 116.

Dispatch, 10-48. No sign of them here.

Whoo!

Nice.

Yo, hottie. Up top.

We had a deal, remember?

You get out in time, or I walk.

So now this happens.

- Oh, God.
- Sorry, Romeo.

I think we just broke up.

N.Y.P.D. just found your getaway car
by the East River.

Hope they can't trace it back to you.

Be a shame if I had to slap the cuffs on.

Well, it'd be a shame for you if you tried.

Now, who's our boy?

Tomas Korea...

...dual U.S.-Spanish citizen,
31 years old, unmarried...

...spends part of each year here on a B1 visa.

- Doing what?
- International wine dealer.

Divides his time between New York,
London, Paris, and Dubai.

Now, fair warning, this Saint Emilion...

...is gonna make you both want to quit
your jobs and run away to Bordeaux.

A lot of travel, importing foreign goods.

Maybe he's wrapped up in smuggling.

It's possible, but I didn't see
anything fishy when I bluejacked his phone.

Well, then maybe business isn't his problem.

A guy like that could have
a girl in every port.

Maybe infidelity's about to spank him
on the ass.

I'm just trying to identify the threat, John.

You just go play detective.
I can keep an eye on Tomas.

I noticed.

All right, what about Finch?

Shouldn't he be digging up
Tomas's digital footprint?

He will, but he had other business
to attend to first.

We're all two people now, remember?

Mmm.

If you play nice...

...then after you will have
the ice creams, yes?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Lovely children. Not yours, I hope?

Relax, Harold.

I'm just the nanny.

My sixth new identity in two weeks.

A necessary precaution, I imagine...

...after your close call with Samaritan's
operatives during the election.

Necessary, but exhausting.

French Mary Poppins Barbie
is the only me that's been any fun.

I'm not sure how the parents would feel
if they knew how many people I've killed.

So why are we here?

The machine just told me to come
to this playground and follow your plan.

Then let's hope it's a good one.

Nicholas Dawson.

Samaritan's undemocratically elected
choice for governor.

Are we bringing him down?

Unfortunately, now that Samaritan
has sent Mr. Greer to make contact...

...we can't risk going anywhere
near our new governor.

But we can work to undermine
every single thing he tries to do.

And one of Dawson's first acts as governor...

...was to approve
a $12 million grant for that man.

Jared Wilkins, software engineer,
41 years old, recently divorced.

Two weeks ago, Wilkins left
a lucrative job in the tech sector...

...to found a new charity called OTPS.

- Which stands for?
- No one seems to know.

OTPS has no office, no website.

We need to find out what he plans to do
with that money and put a stop to it.

Daddy, I made a boom-boom.

Okay. Um...

Okay, just, uh, go ahead and...

Wait. Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Just, uh... Don't sit. Um...

No. Come on.

And now I know why I'm a nanny.

Hello.

Whoa. Oh!

Excuse me. Uh...

It seems to me as if you might
need some assistance, yes?

Okay, so that's six cases of Albarino,
12 of the Neuf-du-Pape.

Next time I'm in Reims,
I'm sending you those chocolates.

And how is Mr. Koroa fairing,
Ms. Shaw? Any sign of the threat?

In four hours,
Tomas has barely gone 900 feet.

He just keeps moving
from one restaurant to the next...

...blabbing about wine.

The only thing keeping me awake is his...

...personality.

Indeed.

Hang on a sec. It's the girl
who checked him out this morning.

Tomas may have a tail.

Same workmen from this morning too.

That's not a tail.
We're looking at some kind of a hit squad.

On second thought...

...this may not be that kind of hit.

Ten seconds, nine...

...eight, seven...

...six, five...

...four, three...

...two, one.

Looks like we're not the only ones
leading double lives, Finch.

Tomas isn't a wine dealer, he's a thief.

And a damn good one.

In and out in under 10 seconds.
Perfect smash-and-grab.

Our boy Tomas really knows
what he's doing.

Perhaps you could try not to sound
quite so enthused.

Crime is my day job.
I'm just admiring his technique.

Domain Awareness caught the robbery,
but no camera saw Tomas and his crew...

...getting into the car,
which was reported stolen two days ago.

So the cops haven't ID'd him yet?

I'm fairly certain the N.Y.P.D.
isn't the only agency trying to find them.

Their modus operandi matches that
of a highly successful team of thieves...

...that the INTERPOL has dubbed
"The Hole in the Wall Gang"...

...for obvious reasons.

In the past seven years,
Tomas and his team have hit...

...over 50 high-value targets
on four continents.

So Tomas is a real bad boy.

Which means that he is
probably our perpetrator.

A guy like this might be willing to kill
to take down his next score.

Or our target might be someone
who already knows Tomas's secrets.

Marko Jevtic was the only member
of Tomas's crew to ever get caught.

Picked up by the police
after a robbery in Prague.

Ten hours later, he died in custody
under suspicious circumstances.

So maybe Tomas isn't above
bumping off one of his own.

Well, they're not the most trustworthy bunch.
Max Dahlgren...

...and Henrik Lengfelder...

...both had well documented issues
with authority.

And Katya Rodchenko
has a long history of drug abuse.

It appears that we have inadvertently
captured a group of notorious criminals.

Should we turn them over to INTERPOL
and call it a day?

We're here to stop violence, okay?
Not recover stolen jewels.

If we move before we know what he's up to...

...this thing could go sideways
and we won't stop it.

- Plus, she won't get to look at him anymore.
- Are you trying to make me kill you?

Let's try to stay focused on the murder
that Mr. Koroa is poised to commit.

To uncover his plans, we would need
to have a man on the inside...

...or in this case, a woman.

I have a reservation for a penthouse suite.

Whoa, easy, Bear.

He's trained to smell drugs.

Sit. Stool. Stil.

Yeah. N.Y.P.D., ma'am.
I'm gonna need to take a look at your bag.

Enjoy yourself. I have nothing to hide.

You sure about that?

Told me she wasn't using anymore.

- Now we have a problem.
- Guess what, Shaw?

Tomas has a problem...

...and you're the solution.

I'll reach out to my contacts
and set up a meeting.

No, no, no, there's nothing to worry
about. We are going to make this happen.

Trust me, this will be nothing short
of a revolution.

With the governor, we have the power...

I'm in. I've got him
on the baby monitor.

And you should have signal now, Harold.

I take it you had no trouble ingratiating
yourself with Mr. Wilkins and his son?

Oh, Sebastian's an angel.

Just a little free spirit
who needs his creativity nurtured.

His dad, on the other hand,
is a little more Type-A.

When OTPS starts generating results,
you're gonna wanna be on board.

Any luck finding out what
his fraudulent charity is really up to?

Patience, Harold,
or I'll have to give you a time-out.

We are ready to go right now.

Okay, we're in.

It'll take me just a minute to locate...

Oh, my. It turns out that Mr. Wilkins' charity
may not be so fraudulent after all.

OTPS stands for One Tablet Per Student.

A plan to issue free tablet computers...

...to every elementary-school student
in the state.

For just $20 each,
we can give every single child...

...a computer to call their own,
loaded with educational software.

Software provided by Samaritan.

A tablet in every home and a camera
pointed at the face of every child...

...while Samaritan controls
everything they see, learn, think.

Speak of the devil.

Something just started hacking my phone.

Samaritan.
It's coming through Wilkins' computer.

Get out of there now.

Veronique, I'm off the phone.

How are you and Sebastian getting...?

Pretty.

Take the gun out of your purse
and put it in my hand.

And the one on your thigh.

I heard you did a job
for the O'Bannons in Dublin.

If I were to call Paddy McCann about you...

...will he say good things?

Probably not,
since Paddy died two years ago.

But you can call Enzo Capizzi in Sicily...

...or you can check up on the work I did
for McCauley's crew in L.A.

Or you can just quit wasting your time...

...and we can talk business.

I can see why Romeo
recommended you so highly.

Nothing unlocks doors
like a beautiful woman.

Ooh. He's hot.

I mean, not hood-and-zipties-and-a-CIA-
safe-house-with-10-hours-to-kill hot, but...

- Bartender, two champagnes.
- ...I kind of get it.

Root, what the hell are you doing?

Harold wanted me off the streets for a while
after my latest brush with Samaritan, so...

...I thought I'd help keep an ear on you.

He is a dangerous criminal after all...

...and I just couldn't bear it
if anyone hurt you.

I mean, besides me.

- So, heh...
- Coming right up.

...what do you need me for?

I can think of several things.

- Mm. Subtle.
- I'll bet.

But, uh, for now,
let's just keep it professional.

Now, I'm willing to guess
that last night's job was a test...

...to check the N.Y.P.D.'s response time...

...which means that you...

...have something bigger lined up.

See, now that was subtle.

So...

...are you ready for another score?

That, not so much.

Maybe.

But I'm not the kind of man
who likes to rush.

A perfectly planned job is...

...a kind of seduction.

Hours looking, wanting...

...turning your target around in your mind.

And then...

...you move closer...

...brushing past...

...making contact...

...just to see what will happen.

And when everything's ready...

...and when everything is right...

...all of that preparation...

...pays off in one sudden, intense,
crushing moment.

He's good.

But a line like that would never work
on a trained operative like...

Do you wanna get out of here?

Heh.

Okay...

...now, this is sexy.

Plans for your next conquest?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Gentlemen, we have a decision to make.

One of us got arrested today.

It's just a drug charge,
but our operation could be compromised.

Everything about her checks out.

There's no way to know
if she's working with the police or not.

This next job comes
with a very high risk factor.

It also comes with a very high reward.

The client who hired us is paying $2 million
each for the jewels inside of a single vault.

So...

...do we trust her and take the score?

Or do we walk away
and get rid of the evidence?

I say, let's go for it.

Then let's get to work.

The plan's ready to go.

All we need is you.

Okay, so when were you planning
on doing this?

Twenty minutes.

Excuse me. Are you the concierge?

- Yes. How may I help you, Miss...?
- Stevens.

I have some jewelry that...

...well, it costs slightly more than this
hotel, and I don't think I'll sleep well...

...if it's in that little safe in the room.

Could you offer me anything more secure?

Of course. I'd be happy to store your items
in the hotel's vault.

And I don't suppose
I could see this vault first, could I?

The bars are high-carbon steel,
locked at all times.

The vault itself, it's, uh...

Back up. Now. Now.

Cameras are dead.
Footage of you is being erased.

You really think you can crack that
before the cops get here?

Cute, but that's gonna make
one hell of a noise.

All right, good to go.

It's Veteran's Day...

...and we're three blocks away
from the celebration at the Intrepid.

You're pretty proud
of yourself right now, huh?

Hmm. Let's see...

...the ride here tripped the relockers,
so the front door's dead...

...but the friction with the concrete ground
down the backplate, exposing the welds.

Clever boy.

Let him play. Your work is done.

We have yet to prevent a murder...

...but we can add another grand larceny
to our list of accomplishments.

I'm hacking the hotel security...

...to determine precisely
what jewels you've stolen.

Perhaps they're so valuable
that Tomas is willing to betray a client...

- ...and kill his teammates just to keep them.
- Hi, Shaw. How's your date?

Something's wrong here, Finch.

Something's wrong indeed.

The only item in that vault
was placed there yesterday...

...by a guest of the hotel,
Dr. Juilianna Petrova...

...a researcher at the CDC.

She's an expert
on Level 4 infectious diseases.

Ms. Shaw, I'm no longer certain
that you were stealing jewels.

I'm kind of thinking maybe Tomas
isn't the perpetrator after all, Finch.

Go.

Place is clear, Shaw.
No sign of Max or Henrik.

Six years I've been working with those two.

Six years and they turn on me like that.

Any sign of the loot?

Who you talking to? Where the hell are we?
I checked your address, this isn't it.

Right now the only address you need
is the whiskey in that cabinet.

So make mine a double. Yours too.

Inside the safe there was a metal case
with, uh, "Marv" on the label.

Marv?

Well, whatever it was,
Tomas's buddies have it now.

Oh, dear. This is bad.
This is very, very bad.

Those labels don't say "Marv,"
they say "MAR-V," as in Marburg Virus...

...a viral hemorrhagic fever with
a mortality rate approaching 90 percent.

It's like Ebola's evil twin.

Dr. Petrova was in Uganda
collecting samples of the virus...

...but due to the outbreak of Ebola
in Western Africa...

...her request to ship them to the CDC
was denied by Homeland Security.

Rather than lose months of research...

...Dr. Petrova chose to smuggle them
into the U.S. illegally.

And now somebody stole them.

If it makes you feel better,
Dr. P. is freaking out about it.

She just turned herself in
to her bosses at the CDC.

It'd be difficult to overstate the degree
to which we don't need...

...10 vials of Marburg
floating around New York City.

We have to find the virus
and the people who stole it. Fast.

Okay. I'll track down Max and Henrik.

But we need to know
who they're working for.

It was probably the same client
who hired Tomas in the first place.

Nobody else knew about the robbery.

Plus, playing those two to kill Tomas
is cheaper than paying all three.

Well, it is.

So who's your client?

Heh. Who's yours?

You're not just a thief
and you're definitely not working alone...

...so why should I even trust you?

You wanna talk about trust, huh?

Uh, you just stole a very dangerous virus
for some very dangerous people.

I never would've done that
if I knew what I was taking.

I'm not a saint, but some things are too far.

Even for a man like me.

Well, I doubt your client
has the same high moral standards.

- I need a name.
- Never got one.

Anonymous e-mails,
payments by one-time wire transfer.

It's better for everyone
if we don't use names.

But I'm gonna find the bastard behind this.

I'm gonna steal those vials back.

And I'm gonna make him pay.

You in?

What do you think?

And I have a friend...

...who can make those anonymous e-mails...

...way less anonymous.

So this is where the magic happens.

Rented 10,000 square feet
of office space and filled it...

...with state-of-the-art 3D printers.

Almost all the 12 million
went to paying for these...

...but once they're up and running...

...we'll be making all the tablets
right here in New York.

That's a prototype.

Just imagine giving one of those
to every kid in the state.

Amazing. I'll tell the governor
our grant money is in good hands.

Why are you guys putting up cameras?

I'm from the public relations office, Jared.

Governor wants a time-lapse of your tablets
being made to put on our website.

Or an evil Al wants to keep a close eye
on its baby brainwashers.

Our intrusion into Wilkins' computer
must've put Samaritan on alert.

Making it that much more difficult
to do what we must.

Difficult, but we'll find a way in.

But first, we'll need to go shopping.

Any progress finding the virus, Mr. Reese?

Well, I tracked down Max and Henrik.
But I don't think they're gonna talk.

I searched their bodies.
No phones, no wallets.

And no sign of the virus.

So it would seem that Tomas is not
the only one that this client double-crossed.

Well, if these guys knew who he was...

...maybe someone else does too.

You waste my time.
A drug charge is podróbka.

You'll never make it stick.

I won't have to.

See, it's a homicide investigation now.

You wouldn't wanna tell me
about your friend Tomas, would you?

I've been here since yesterday.
I have nothing to do with his death.

I never said he was the one who died.
The homicide I'm working...

...it's a double.

See, whoever hired you three
to take out Tomas...

...this is how they settled the check.

Now, if I were you, I'd like to be sipping
on a nice glass of champagne...

...on the first flight to nowhere,
instead of a sitting duck in a jail cell.

But, heh, maybe I'm wasting your time.

I like Tomas.

But business is business.

What was the deal?

A half a million extra each for me,
Max and Henrik...

...Tomas cracks the vault and...

- Well, that was the plan, anyway.
- Plan? Whose plan? Who was the client?

It was like the rest of the job.

One-time wires, no-name e-mails.

But whoever he was, he knew everything.

He knew Tomas was the only person
to pull off a plan like this.

He also knew Tomas wouldn't have done it...

...if he knew what he was stealing.

And he knew for the right price,
you three would turn on a friend.

Okay, Harold. Ahem. Why are we here?

It's breadcrumbs, Ms. Shaw.

My attempts to trace the e-mails
and wire transfers...

...provided by Tomas and Katya
have yet to reveal their client's identity.

But yesterday the client wired money
to pay for storage at that address.

Knight and Morris, the oldest
and most secure storage facility in New York.

Housing everything from priceless heirlooms
to Renaissance art.

In their 95-year history,
they have never been robbed.

They are, simply put, a fortress.

Of course that's where the vials are now.

But to locate them precisely,
we still need to know the client's name.

Son of a...

- Marko.
- Marko?

Marko Jevtic?

The partner that died in Prague?

- Wait, didn't you kill that guy?
- I've never killed anyone.

We tried to spring Marko out
after he got caught, but it was too risky.

So either he's a really
well-preserved corpse...

...or he escaped by faking his own death.

Marko thinks we left him to rot,
and this whole double-cross is his revenge.

Revenge or not,
Jevtic is in possession of a deadly virus.

And I would very much like to know
what he intends to do with it.

My buyer just transferred half the money.

We get the rest when the package is delivered.
We move at midnight.

So that gives us less than six hours
to figure out how to rob this place.

We have another problem, Harold.

I'm looking at an operative
from the relevant side.

A government agent?

Are you certain? How do you know?

Because I trained him.

Devin Grice, Crimson 6 Alpha.
I know him and his partner.

And now that Marko has the virus,
this whole damn thing just went relevant.

Uplink's good, NSA feeds online.

You ever miss the old days, Brooks?

- The old system.
- Why?

Research 2.0 targets more threats
than the old system ever did.

That's just it.
Back then, we did the targeting.

Had to scrutinize our own intel,
think for ourselves.

When we lit up a target, we knew why.

Now a set of numbers to investigate,
and we just get numbers to kill.

You don't think that's strange?

We don't get paid to think, Grice.
And Control wouldn't like what you're saying.

You remember what happened
to Indigo 5, right?

I heard Shaw lived to fight another day.

Nobody lives.

And no good comes of asking questions.

Our orders are to eliminate all targets
and destroy every last drop of this virus.

We strike at 2200.

But if the relevant side is taking care
of the virus, perhaps our work here is done.

Now that Samaritan is providing
relevant numbers to the government...

...any encounter with those operatives...

...could easily escalate into a run-in
with Samaritan's agents.

Why expose our operation
to unnecessary risk?

Because I know how the relevant side works.

I know Grice and Brooks.

After they kill Marko and his men,
they're gonna track down...

...everyone involved in stealing the virus
and they're gonna kill them too.

Now, Tomas is trying to make this right.

He may be a criminal,
but he doesn't deserve to die.

And isn't that what we're here for?

To save his life?

She's got you there, Finch.

Besides, the Soviets messed around
with weaponizing Marburg.

The Americans never did. You really want the
relevant side to get their hands on that virus...

...or let them turn it over to Samaritan?

The only way to make sure
those vials get destroyed...

...is to do it ourselves.

Fine, we'll commit your felony.

But, unfortunately,
I have another criminal act to attend to first.

Ms. Groves, I'm on my way.

Good. Wilkins is about to leave for the night.

And now we are cooking.

Nice work, you guys.

First batch should be done by morning.

Samaritan's blind, Harold. You're up.

Accessing the system.
I'll need about 10 minutes.

I got a text offering me 3000 bucks if I can
fix your Internet in the next five minutes?

I don't wanna rush you, Harold,
but I think Samaritan's onto us.

Surprisingly, Ms. Groves,
that does not help me concentrate.

Harold? I'm about to do something
you're not gonna like.

No need. I'm done.

Okay, get in, get the virus, get out.

I got a job in Barcelona next month.

If we live through this, you should join me.

I already have a job.

It's weird, and the pay sucks...

...but we could use a guy like you.

I'm in position, Ms. Shaw.

I've circumvented the building's firewall
and accessed their security.

Ready when you are.

Command,
we're in, uh, the middle of something.

We're aware, Crimson 6,
but new orders just came through.

You are instructed to eliminate
all targets and secure the vials.

Our orders were to destroy that virus, not...

You are to secure the vials and turn them over
intact to a contact already en route.

- Contact for whom?
- That's need-to-know, Crimson 6.

Do you acknowledge?
Repeat, do you acknowledge?

Acknowledged.

We're not on camera, are we, Finch?

Not yet. And you should know
that you're not alone.

Our friends from the relevant side
are in the building.

Which means Central Command will be
running OPSEC from a remote location.

If you see us, so will they.

That's why I'm looping the security feeds
to cover your tracks.

Marko's vault is fifth on your left.

And please work quickly,
the others aren't far behind.

Not bad.

Now, how are those magic fingers
gonna open that one?

- Hm.
- Heh-heh.

Sorry, my friend.

But unlike you,
I don't leave important things behind.

I knew you would come for these, Tomas.

Just like I knew you'd never be bold enough
to steal them if you really knew the score.

Which is convenient.

You see, my buyer wants the virus
delivered right here in New York City.

And who better to start a pandemic
than two healthy human hosts?

We were planning to get you out,
Marko, but we got word that you died.

- If I had known that...
- You know how painful it is...

...to fake your own death?

What the toxins that simulate cardiac arrest
do to your health?

This will be worse.

I hate to trouble you, Ms. Shaw,
but your counterparts from the relevant side...

...are about to turn this perilous situation
into something dangerously chaotic.

So it may get a bit loud.

Now, John.

What the...?

- Who are these guys?
- Trained government assassins...

...with orders to kill.

It's not cool you ask me to do
this stuff with you, man. Not cool.

Admit it, we're not bad together.

You're just saying that
because I saved your ass.

Come on. You and me, Barcelona...

...a score worth 1.6 mil,
you sure you won't come?

You, me, here, no pay...

...we both eventually wind up dead,
are you sure you won't stay?

Ms. Shaw and Mr. Koroa are leaving, John.

And considering that
the police are en route...

...now might be a good time
for you to make your exit too.

Freeze.

Shaw?

Go.

Go.

I had a call about a fire on the second floor,
Suite 205, the 3D printers.

- Are they okay?
- The whole building's trashed, buddy.

No. No, no, no.

Eleven-point-two million up in smoke.

I doubt the governor could give him
more money...

...without attracting attention
Samaritan doesn't want.

By now the worm I planted will have
destroyed every last copy of Wilkins' design.

So no tablets for the kids.

Mission accomplished.

Famous last words.

While I was sabotaging the printers,
I took a quick look at the tablet's OS.

There was maybe
one suspicious line of code...

...and I'm not even sure
it had any nefarious purpose.

Harold, you really think Samaritan
was building those things...

...out of the goodness of its own heart?

When Castro came to power in Cuba,
first thing he did...

...was build schools, good schools,
so that the people would love him.

I know that Samaritan's motives
are amoral at best...

...but the thing
that Mr. Wilkins was trying to do...

...was an absolute good,
and we destroyed it.

I'm not sure what we're becoming,
and it makes me wonder...

...how much wrong are we willing to do
in the name of right?

I'm sure not having the machine in your ear
anymore sucks and all, but it is pretty great...

...finally being able to sneak up on you.

I live to amuse.

Where's Tomas?

Halfway to Barcelona.

He gave me a pretty hard sell
trying to get me to go with him...

...and for a hot second, I almost did.

But...?

I guess there are things I care about here.

And is that why you came to see me?

No.

I need you to translate Finch's instructions
on how to destroy the virus.

Dude never met a five-syllable word
he didn't like.

Full decontamination.

This could take all night.

We haven't recovered the virus yet. Are you
sure we shouldn't be tracking it down?

I got new orders and a list of new numbers
to take care of in South America.

Nothing good
comes out of asking questions.

Remember?

Go.