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.
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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.
Now I'm gonna need you to call up that shadow map
and access the NYPD dispatch feeds.
Go, go, go, go, 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.
Think we just broke up.
NYPD 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's be a shame for you if you tried.
Now who's our boy?
Tomas Koroa.
Dual US, 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 St. Emillion
is gonna make you both wanna quit your jobs
and run way to Bordeaux.
A lot of travel,
importing foreign goods.
Maybe he's wrapped up in smuggling.
That'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 is 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, well, what about Finch?
Shouldn't he be digging up Tomas' digital footprint?
He will, but he had other business to attend to first.
We're all two people now, remember?
Mm-hmm.
If you play nice on the playground,
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.
Though 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,
Jerrod 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 go ahead and--
Wait, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, just-- Don't sit.
Um... Oh.
And now I know why I'm a nanny.
Au revoir, mon cher.
Ooh.
Excuse me.
It seems to me as if you might need some assistance.
Yes?
Okay, so that's six cases of albariño,
12 of the neuf-du-pape, and next time I'm in Reims,
I'm sending you a box of those chocolates.
And how is Mr. Koroa faring, 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.
That'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 kinda 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 ten seconds.
A 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-- I'm just admiring his technique.
Domain awareness caught the robbery,
but not 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 that the NYPD
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.
Mmm, so Tomas is a real bad boy.
Which means that he is probably our perpetrator.
Guy like this might be willing to kill
to take down his next score.
Or our target might be someone
who already knows Tomas' secrets.
Marko Jevtic was the only member of Tomas' 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 Tomas is up to,
then this whole thing could go sideways,
and we'll miss our chance to stop it.
Plus you 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 reservation for penthouse suite.
Oh, easy, Bear?
He's trained to smell drugs.
Sit, stall, stil.
Yeah, NYPD, ma'am.
I 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 criminal contacts
and set up a meeting.
No, no, no, there is nothing to worry about.
We are going to make this happen.
Trust me, this will be nothing short of a revolution.
With the Governor and his people on board...
I'm in, I've got him on the A/V monitor, and you
should have a 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 want to 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.
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.
♪ I can't give it up ♪
♪ to someone else's touch ♪
And the one on your thigh.
♪ too much ♪
♪ I can't give it up ♪
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 LA.
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 zip ties in a CIA safe house
with ten 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...
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 NYPD'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, crashing moment.
He's good.
But a line like that
would never work on a trained operative like--
Do you want to get out of here?
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.
But there's no way for us to know
whether she's working with the police or not.
This next job comes with a very high risk factor,
but it also comes with 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?
20 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?
Bars are high-carbon steel, locked at all times.
The vault itself, it's--
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 Veterans 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 back plate, exposing the welds.
Clever boy.
Let him play.
Your work is done.
Prost.
Well, 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 four infectious diseases.
Miss 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 just turn on me like that.
Any sign of the loot?
Who you talking to? And where the hell are we?
I checked your address out. 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' 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%.
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 US illegally.
And now somebody stole them.
If it makes you feel better,
Dr. P's freaking out about it.
She just turned herself in to her bosses at the CDC.
It would be difficult to overstate the degree
to which we do not need ten vials of Marburg
floating around the streets of 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, paying those two to kill Tomas
is cheaper than paying all three.
Well, it is.
So...
who's your client?
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.
Look, I never would have 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 emails,
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?
I have a friend
who can make those anonymous emails
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 3-D 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 our 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, Jerrod.
The Governor wants a time lapse
of your tablets being made to put on our website.
Or an evil AI wants to keep a close eye
on its baby brainwashers.
Our intrusion into Wilkins' computer
must have 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 has double-crossed.
Well, if these guys knew who he was,
maybe someone else does too.
You waste my time.
Your drug charge is podrobka.
You'll never make it stick.
I won't have to.
See, it's a homicide investigation now.
You wouldn't want to 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 a nice glass of champagne
on our first flight to nowhere,
instead of a sitting duck in a jail cell.
But maybe I'm wasting your time.
I like Tomas.
But business is business.
What was the deal?
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 emails.
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, why are we here?
It's bread crumbs, Ms. Shaw.
My attempts to trace the emails 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 & 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.
So of course that's where the vials are now.
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.
Devon Grice, Crimson Six Alpha.
I know him and his partner.
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.
Well, 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 instead of numbers to investigate,
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 Five, 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 the 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, Finch.
And 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.
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.
Do 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 ten minutes.
Yes?
I got a text offering me 3,000 bucks
if I can fix your internet in the next five minutes.
I don't want to 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.
Got a job in Barcelona next month.
If we live through this, you should join me.
I already have a job.
It's weird, the pay sucks,
but, uh...
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 the middle of something.
We're aware, Crimson Six.
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.
A contact for whom?
That's need-to-know, Crimson Six.
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 op-sec
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?
Hmm.
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 would 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 were still--
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 the hell are these guys?
Highly 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, me, Barcelona.
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 got a call about a fire on the second floor.
Suite 205, the 3-D printers, are they okay?
Whole building's trashed, buddy.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
11.2 million up in smoke.
I doubt the Governor could give him any 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 was coming to power in Cuba,
the 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, Ms. Groves,
and it does make 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?
We have new orders
and a list of new numbers to take care of in South America.
Nothing good comes out of asking questions.
Remember?
Go. _
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