(PHONE RINGING)
(ANSWER MACHINE BEEPS)
ROOT: (RECORDING) If you can hear this, you're alone.
The only thing left of us is the sound of my voice.
I don't know if any of us made it.
Did we win? Did we lose? I don't know.
I'm not even sure I know what victory would mean anymore.
But either way, it's over.
So let me tell you who we were, let me tell you who you are...
And how we fought back.
(JOHN BREATHING SLOWLY)
(GUN CLICKS)
Damn it.
(CHAINS RATTLING)
(GRUNTING)
(CHOKING)
(GRUNTING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
ZACHARY: Get the case.
Whoa, bro!
Dude, this is my Uber! Look.
- Five stars if you hit it. - Give me my phone! What're you doing?
- (GUNFIRE, RICOCHETS) - Shut up and get down!
- (CLAMORING) - (WOMEN SCREAMING)
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Excuse me.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BUS ENGINE STARTING)
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
I know you can't talk right now
but maybe that's better than hearing all our numbers are up.
(SIGHS)
(CELL PHONE DIALLING)
(LINE TRILLING)
Come on, guys, pick up.
(ROOT GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(RICOCHETING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
- (GUN CLICKING) - Damn.
(OFFICERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Where the hell are you?
The whole Dominic-Elias thing has turned into a nuclear farkakte.
Only I'm the last man standing.
People are gonna start asking questions. Call me.
Hello, Detective Fusco.
Internal Affairs? You kidding me, Soriano?
Special Agent LeRoux, FBI.
We need to talk.
MAN: (ON PA) May I have your attention, please?
This Manhattan-bound ferry will be departing shortly.
All passengers to proceed to the boarding area--
- (GUN COCKS) - ZACHARY: Put it down.
Gently.
(ZACHARY GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(CLANG)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS) It's about time.
Machine okay?
The subway, we have to get back.
Great minds think alike.
Cameras all over the city. The ferry. Come on.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
NATHAN; Harold!
(EXPLOSION)
GRACE: Harold?
(SOBBING)
Harold?
Harold. Harold, let's go.
We can't. I can't.
What? Finch, this is the only way.
What about Root?
I'll go after her later. She'll have to fend for herself for now.
Without The Machine to help her it's a suicide mission.
Finch, if we don't get on this boat right now,
we'll all be dead, do you understand this?
- (BEEPING) - Mr. Reese, The Machine...
It's losing power.
Come on, Harold. We could use all the help we can get.
SORIANO: Where's your partner, Detective?
Following up a lead on another case.
Bureau's been tracking Dominic's crew ever since a corrupt DEA agent
was found with a bullet in her head.
And Elias, we put him away only to lose him again.
FBI’s 10 most wanted. That was quite a takedown
by you and your partner.
Yeah, it sure was.
But then your transport van gets T-boned by a dump truck
and both of 'em wind up dead.
Whole thing went down in a black hole.
There's not a single surveillance camera in sight.
Yeah, uh, that's interesting.
We've gone over the crime scene and something doesn't add up.
Dominic was found 15 feet from the van, shot through the head.
Right. You can read that in my report.
But there's no evidence of another shooter.
Just tell us, Detective,
did you pull your weapon?
- (GUNSHOT) - (GROANS)
I drew my weapon but I never fired.
Look, I know this sounds crazy but the shot sounded like
it came from a high-powered rifle on a nearby rooftop.
A sniper? Are you telling us it was a grassy knoll, Detective?
We've got two dead kingpins on our hands, on your watch,
and you're telling me that you pulled your weapon but didn't fire?
That's what I'm telling you.
We're gonna need your weapon, Detective.
Haven't been on one of these since Elias got the better of us.
Not particularly fond of them, either.
Well, we had to get off camera, find our way back to the subway.
There'll be more operatives on the other side.
We're living in a Samaritan world now.
What are we dealing with here, Finch?
Uncharted waters, Mr. Reese. It's everywhere.
Pervasive. Surveillance, misinformation, propaganda.
And they can activate almost anyone.
So what's the damage?
The red light means that the piezoelectric battery must have been damaged.
I thought this case was indestructible.
The case maybe, but the brain inside it
can only just take so much blunt force trauma.
Not unlike us.
Sorry, I was short on Kevlar.
Damage to a single bit of the code of The Machine
in its presently compressed state
would equal terabytes of lost data.
Irretrievable, irreparable.
It's running now On the lithium-ion backup
but if that light starts blinking, we're in big trouble.
Our best hope is to get back to the subway and try to stabilize it.
Even then I'm not sure I can fix the battery,
much less, decompress the machine.
It would take vast amounts of processing power,
which I don't currently have available.
Don't worry. We'll find Root.
She'll help you get it back up and running.
Then we'll get Shaw back, start working the numbers again.
Mr. Reese, we don't even know if The Machine that comes out
will be the same one that went in. It might be mortally wounded.
You don't know that. We'll fix it.
We have to, Finch.
The world needs your Machine now more than ever.
You're not the first person that's tried to tell me that, Mr. Reese.
And had I known what we'd be up against now,
I might've handled things differently.
Why, yes, I did. Thank you for asking.
What loss?
You look flush, Harold. What, Machine just ask you out on a date? (LAUGHS)
I think there's a bug in the code.
The Machine is becoming a bit presumptuous.
Intuitive, clever, voracious even.
It's burgeoning intelligence is a little unsettling.
Spoken like a true parent.
You should be proud, Harold.
I mean, you have created a true artificial intelligence.
I endeavored to create a Machine that would serve, not supersede us.
A super-computer that can think 100,000 times faster than the smartest human
is automatically a potential threat.
Once it surpasses us,
we would be foolish to imagine that we had the means to control it.
If an unbridled Artificial Super Intelligence
ever saw us as a threat...
It could lead to the extinction of mankind.
Easy, Professor Doom and Gloom.
Why do you assume it'll be hostile? It could be friendly.
Hell, if it even has the slightest sense of human compassion,
it could cure cancer, solve global warming,
it could eradicate poverty with ease.
Or it could do exactly the opposite.
- Create total chaos. - (SIGHS)
I'm sorry, it's an existential risk that the world cannot afford, Nathan.
And there's only one way to ensure that it doesn't come to that.
Which is?
Contain its growth.
Clear its RAM every day at midnight.
You mean erase its memories? That sounds cruel.
- Memories make up who we are. - I know that.
My father died of Alzheimer's 25 years ago today.
But his real death happened well before that,
when he lost all his memories.
And now you want to do the same thing to your brainchild?
We're not talking about us, Nathan, we're talking about a Machine.
Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself, Harold.
Someone, one day, is going to create an uninhibited ASI.
It's not a matter of if, but when.
Why shouldn't it be you.
Unless, of course, you trust someone else
to build one that will be friendly towards humankind.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
MAN: Hmm?
(CELL PHONES CHIMING)
(SIGHS)
Don't be a hero.
(POWERING DOWN)
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(GRUNTING)
You can just call me Root, bitch.
Come on. Come on!
- (PUMPS SHOTGUN) - Hands where I can see 'em!
ROOT: Nice gun.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(BEEPING)
We're running out of time.
We need to shake our tail or we'll expose our base of operations.
Assuming Samaritan hasn't already found the subway.
AGENT: Sir, over here!
Let's go!
- JOHN: You've got to be kidding me. - (BEEPING)
(WHIRRING)
We gotta go.
(CLATTERING)
- Sorry. - (GROANS)
Really?
What? Sugar's bad for you.
Come on.
(BEEPING)
(WHIRRING)
- Goede jongen, Bear. All clear. - (BEAR WHINING)
Except Root's not here.
But everything is still intact, the lights, power.
Unfortunately, not everything.
It's powering down, there's only a very small amount of residual power remaining.
The RAM chips could be losing their data even as we speak.
You need me to open it?
Please, Mr. Reese, I'll handle it.
- Okay. - (PHONE CHIMING)
Now's not a good time, Lionel.
I take it you and Mr. Peabody haven't seen the headlines today.
Go ahead, I'll wait.
Oh, no. Dominic and Elias?
They were supposed to be in custody. How could this happen?
Sniper on a roof. I'm still alive though, thanks for asking.
- A sniper? - FUSCO: Yeah, I know.
But I know what I heard, I was there. It was a crack shot, came outta nowhere.
I'm telling you, this was a real pro.
Samaritan just took out the heads of organized crime?
And if so, it's not about to abide any witnesses.
I would caution the Detective to keep his conspiracy theories to himself.
Real or imagined.
Lionel, I need you to keep the sniper thing to yourself.
What, are you kiddin' me? I apprehend the city's two biggest kingpins,
almost get killed, now IAB and the Feds are trying to pin it on me.
And you're telling me to keep my mouth shut?
I'm tellin' you there was another shooter.
Lock's damaged, I can't open it.
JOHN: Here, try this.
Fusco, you mention the sniper thing again, you could be his next target. Got it?
What do you want me to do? Just roll over?
Right now, I want you to trust me and sit tight.
Has anyone been asking about me?
More like who hasn't.
Told 'em you were working a lead on another case.
We are, and it's proving a tough one to crack.
Now I need you to do me another favor to locate someone.
Get the department's significant incident report for the past 24 hours.
- Thank you, Lionel. - (LINE DISCONNECTS)
- The lock's jammed. I can't get it open. - That's it.
- Step aside, Harold. - (DRILLING)
Mr. Reese, there's sensitive electronics inside!
We need to open it, not give it a lobotomy.
Right now we need a heartbeat.
When doing CPR, sometimes you gotta crack a few ribs.
(DRILLING)
(PUMPS SHOTGUN)
(GUNFIRE)
- Damn it. - (GUN CLICKS)
Sorry, boys, out of ammo.
Doesn't mean they are.
(GROANS)
This is private property. You're trespassing.
And here I thought it was an electronics recycling center.
- Why are you here? - I'm looking for a man named Bela.
There is no one here with that name.
Bela Durchenko.
He hacked a Russian kleptocrat six years ago, stole $100 million.
The Russians sent a team of FSB agents to make sure
he never made it out of Russia alive.
So, Bela hired an online hacker-assassin to take out the Russian first.
Then escaped to Latvia, never heard from again.
Till now.
And how did you find me?
Same way I found the Russian.
That's why you hired me.
Hello, Bela.
Hello, Root. Nice to finally meet you.
As you know, Detective, witnesses involved in motor vehicle accidents
often experience head trauma.
And as a result, present a dramatically different version of events
than the evidence suggests.
Look. I know what you're thinking here, but I was there.
- And I'm telling you-- - Ballistics came back from the FBI lab.
It was your weapon, Detective.
We believe the crash vehicle was one of Dominic's men
attempting to spring him from custody.
Dominic stole a guard's weapon.
And when he tried to escape, you shot him.
- That's not how I remembered it. - You stopped
one of the FBI’s 10 most wanted from fleeing the scene.
And when he turned on you, it became self-defense.
You're a hero, Detective.
- Let me take a look at that. - Sorry. It's a federal case now.
FBI is recommending you for a commendation.
A commendation?
Good work, Detective.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Battery is damaged. I'm gonna have to improvise
an alternative power supply to keep the RAM chips alive.
So what can I do to help?
I believe you've done quite enough, Mr. Reese.
Okay then, I'll head back out for Root.
John. It's too risky now.
Given our recent clashes with operatives throughout the city,
we have no idea whether our cover identities still hold.
You know we don't leave our comrades behind.
- The numbers won't wait. - (GUN COCKS)
Good luck, Harold.
HAROLD: It's just you and me now.
Though I seem to have a unique talent for alienating the people I employ,
I am not prepared to lose either of you just yet.
- GRACE: Some company? Hey. - Oh. Hello.
(DOG YAPS)
- Who's a good boy? - (CHUCKLES)
Sea salt caramel.
Oh. No, thanks.
Whoa! I have never known you to turn down ice cream.
Something on your mind, Harold?
It's nothing. Just a work decision.
I think I might have to let an employee go.
Aw. I'm sorry.
He's extremely talented. Resourceful, innovative, but just too...
Seems constantly to have boundary issues.
Sounds personal.
Sounds more like a protégé?
I suppose I am a mentor of sorts.
GRACE: Perhaps the student has outgrown the teacher.
Could be time to push him out of the nest. Set him free.
My mind is telling me to do one thing and my heart another.
Well, you've come to rely upon him.
Perhaps if he didn't remind me of it all the time.
It's hard to let good people go.
And I know you're not the type
to take other people's feelings lightly, Harold...
But that's what I like about you.
You've got a good heart. Go with it. It won't steer you wrong.
What?
Oh. It's nothing, it's just...
That was something that my father always used to say.
BELA: Rumor had it that the underworld's most elite assassin
was taken out by the so-called "man in the suit."
But I always figured you were too clever to be done in by some gun-for-hire.
ROOT: Just needed a change.
Got a new job.
Fell in love.
What are you really doing here?
They had numbers. I needed a place of refuge.
So you bring them all the way to my place of business?
Knew you'd defend your turf.
You didn't disappoint.
Who's chasing you?
Because it's not law enforcement. Do I have a problem?
They were after me, not you.
Besides, you operate in a shadow zone.
Cameras are liabilities.
Easily hacked, or used against you in a court of law.
- Only the paranoid survive. - Ah...
Another reason I came to you.
I need a new identity.
And you're the best.
What makes you think I'm still in that business?
You're a hacker, Bela.
You're not here to make a buck off recycling.
Your minions are mining personal data off that old equipment.
Which can only mean you're committing identity theft.
We're finding some malware baked deep into the latest firmware.
Impossible to reformat.
Just reinstalls every time it's booted up.
We think it's the NSA.
NSA still doesn't know you're in this country, thanks to me.
I just need a new identity, Bela.
Backstopped.
Then we'll call it even.
I'll see what I can work out.
For an old friend.
So far, so good.
(COMPUTER PROCESSING)
- What the... - (POWERING DOWN)
- What? - (BEAR WHINES)
Oh, no.
Decompressing?
That's impossible.
- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) - (BEAR BARKING)
How did you escape from the briefcase?
You went through the power cable to get to the workstation.
No, no, no, you can't decompress now, there's not enough room.
It's too much, there's not enough memory. It can't handle it.
No, stop. Stop!
(GROANING)
(SOFT GROAN)
Since when did the Feds stop sharing ballistics reports?
Since the NYPD lost two of our most-wanted RICO targets.
You don't like it, take it up with your boss.
Lionel.
Nice of you to join us, Detective. How was your vacation?
Bumpy. Problem with my luggage.
Yeah, I'm sorry to hear that.
I just got T-boned, shot at by a sniper,
hammered in the box by IAB and the Feds.
- But enough about me. - Agreed.
Now, did you find anything on those incident reports?
All the significant department incident reports for the last 24 hours.
Mmm-hmm.
Anything jump out at you?
Outside of a nutjob assault on the subway,
otherwise known as a Wednesday in New York, nothing.
That's Root.
- Thanks, Lionel. - Hey.
We need to talk about what's going down around here.
You ain't heard the half of it yet.
Would you keep your voice down?
They said I fired my weapon, killed Dominic.
Which is insane because I was there.
- I'm telling you, it wasn't me. - And I believe you.
Well, they don't.
Then this Fed pulls a ballistics report out of his ass,
says it was my gun.
And what did you say?
I went along with it like you said.
Agreed I was banged up, I must have blocked it out.
Now they're making it out to look like it was a good shooting.
So you're a hero.
Good job, Lionel.
Next guy tells me, "Good job, Lionel" is gonna get fed his teeth.
I feel like I left the Parallax Corporation
and entered the Twilight Zone.
What the hell is going on around here, partner?
We'll talk later. Right now, I gotta go help a friend.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(COMPUTER PROCESSING)
Well...
For humans, there is a biological definition.
It's when the heart stops beating.
Why do you ask?
Yes. That is the purpose.
This conversation is over.
(VOICE SHAKING) Because you're not human.
You're a machine.
You were watching us.
(SIGHS)
All right, that's enough. That's enough.
(BREATH TREMBLING)
Wait, wait. Wait. Uh...
Say something.
Hello?
Can you see me?
(DEEP INHALE)
Good morning.
(BEAR BARKING ECHOES)
- (BEAR BARKING) - (FIRE CRACKLING)
(BEAR WHINES)
- (HAROLD MUMBLING) - (BEAR BARKS)
(GASPS)
I'm so sorry.
Now I'm the one that failed you.
(TRUCK HONKING)
- (GUNSHOT) - (GROANS)
Gotcha.
(LOUD CLANK)
Your new identity is ready.
You must need this badly to risk barging into my establishment.
Sorry.
I'll be sure to knock next time.
Those men chasing you, they had no badges or credentials.
And we couldn't crack the encryption on their phones.
They're black ops. They don't exist.
Ah.
You can't be too careful these days.
Like I said, they're after me, not you.
Just give me the dox, and I'll be on my way.
I figured whoever is running those "black ops"
must have considerable resources.
And before I broke their last phone, it rang.
There was a message.
And an offer.
And since you have already compromised my place of business,
I thought I might take the better deal.
- You understand. - I do.
But you don't.
Thanks for taking the call.
Nice doing business with you.
That it was.
- (GUNFIRE) - (GROANS)
Admirable, how you've lasted this long.
Without your precious Machine, you've had to fend for yourself,
create your own identity.
Unfortunately for you, this is your last one.
And when you give up what's left of your broken-down Machine,
your friends will be next.
Shame, really.
They'll bury you as a Jane Doe.
So much wasted potential. Such an inefficient use of resources.
Samaritan will change all that.
If you think you're going to win this war, you're mistaken.
The war is over. Samaritan won.
But your traitorous dead friend here
was right about the bug installed in the latest firmware.
- Samaritan. - ZACHARY: Recording every keystroke.
Monitoring every desktop camera, every laptop mic.
- (SIGHS) Malware. - ZACHARY: Impossible to remove.
Even when detected, people think it's the NSA.
That's just fine with us.
We just need to clean up one last thing.
Your Machine.
So, tell me...
(GUN CLICKS)
Where are the other members of your team?
(CLATTER)
I think you just found one.
- (EXPLODES) - (GROANS)
(ROOT PANTS)
Always knew you had a soft spot for me.
There's no God Mode anymore.
Machine's down, all but out.
It's our only hope.
Finch needs you back at the subway. Higher calling.
And leave you here?
I'm useless there.
This, I'm good at.
I'll hold 'em back till you get a chance to get out of here.
Fight's here. And so am I.
(GROANS)
Okay, then. After me.
Ready?
(GROANS)
(DOOR OPENS)
Oh, they'll be back.
Next time with an army.
We're low on ammo. Best get going.
- What are you doing? - What I came for.
What? But these are game consoles.
Right. But just the last gen.
We don't have time for games.
No, we don't.
But if we wanna help Harold, we're gonna need about 300 of these.
- Now go steal us a truck. - Okay.
Harold, what happened?
- I failed. I never gave it a chance. - Finch.
If I hadn't crippled The Machine from the start,
it might have stood a chance against Samaritan.
What about the RAM chips? Have they lost all their data?
The battery's dead. It has no power source.
It could be a residual charge in the lithium-ion backup.
If there was, I fried it.
Come on, Finch. There's gotta be a way to resuscitate it.
Mr. Reese, even if there were battery power left,
we don't have enough processing power to decompress The Machine.
- We would need... - A supercomputer.
Exactly, Miss Groves.
And down here, that's going to be a little tough to come by.
Damn-near impossible. Even above ground.
So we're gonna have to build one of our own.
"Build"? A supercomputer? With what?
- You're serious? - Deadly.
But we're gonna need a lot more A/C. It's gonna get hot as hell down here.
I'm gonna go clear out the subway car.
Let's get cracking.
MAN: (ON RADIO) Cardiac arrest. Caucasian male, 61. En route to St. Francis.
- WOMAN: Detective Fusco? - Yeah?
IAB is closing your case.
What? What happened to Detective Soriano handling my case?
You didn't hear? Heart attack. It wasn't his first one.
He had a pacemaker. Guess it could only do so much.
- Are you kidding me? - I wish I was. He was a good cop.
Life's a bitch, huh?
Yeah. Yeah.
(GRUNTS)
Would have been easier just to steal Watson.
These particular gaming consoles
have a unique cellular structure that can be scaled.
Networked, they approach the processing power of a supercomputer,
but only use a tenth of the power.
And their OS can be overwritten with Linux.
I don't speak nerd. Will it work?
- She's ready to go. - Never mind the damage.
She won't handle the decompression.
She?
Have a little faith, Harry. We made it this far.
If, somehow, you get through all this, I promise you,
I won't make the same mistake again.
Neither will I.
Things will definitely be different this time.
How?
You built something better than us, Harold.
Intellectually, morally superior.
- You weren't comfortable with that. - How could anyone be?
I am.
Because it's a reflection of you.
And right now, it's our last hope.
- So here we are. - Yup.
And like it or not, Harry, history is upon you.
(POWERING UP)
(COMPUTER PROCESSING)
(SIGHS)
Here we go.
Once it reaches 20%, we can't put the genie back in the bottle.
(PROCESSING CONTINUES)
- ROOT: It's overclocking. - I’ve got the A/C turned up to maximum.
That's all our cooling capability.
There's no turning back now. We have to cool it down.
- (COMPUTER BEEPING) - It's too late. It's going to melt.
Mr. Reese...
(HISSING)
- (BEEPING CONTINUES) - (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
We lost one.
There's another.
- It's red-lining. - The cluster's burning up.
We're gonna lose her.
- Stand back. - Liquid nitrogen?
Phone companies use it to cool phone lines throughout the city.
So unless you want a bad case of frostbite,
I'd suggest you step back.
(BEEPING STOPS)
(PROCESSING CONTINUES)
What, did it work?
I don't know.
Can you see me?
(BEEPING)
(PROCESSING)
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