(Finch) You 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.
[dramatic music]
Did you miss me?
[taser crackling]
We're gonna have so much fun together.
(male #1) 'He's digging around. Getting way too close.'
'Should we silence him?'
(male #2) 'We can't let him jeopardize our operation.'
'Put it to a vote.'
I'm in, Finch.
Care to tell me where?
(Finch) 'The apartment you're in belongs to Miss Shaw.'
'I promised to respect her boundaries'
'but for eight hours, our agreed upon means of contact'
'have gone unanswered.'
So you tracked her down.
Miss Shaw may be violent and uncommunicative
but she is never tardy.
'Something is amiss, and I need you to find out what.'
So what are you up to?
My waist approximately.
(Sloan) 'Don't be so delicate, Harold.'
I need you to get in there and dig.
See, people, they put business cards in dirty clothes.
Jot phone numbers on napkins.
A single relative's name is all we need.
Oh!
Watch out for rats.
Rats?
As you may have guessed we have a new number,
'Timothy Sloan, an estate investigator'
for the New York public administrator.
If somebody dies without an apparent next of kin
like the compulsive hoarder who used to live here
'they send in Sloan to find one.'
So when somebody dies
Sloan figures out who gets their stuff.
Exactly.
I'm undercover as his new partner.
(Reese) Finch, you know I don't like you
heading into danger without me.
I'm not so thrilled about my current circumstances either
'but I need you where you are.'
'Speaking of which, have you found anything?'
Nothing unexpected.
Raymond Chandler.
'I grew up reading this stuff.'
I always dreamed about becomin' a detective.
(Finch) 'Did you try the police academy?'
Turns out they're not crazy about..
...hiring someone who can't shoot straight.
You check the fridge yet?
For the next of kin?
You'd be surprised what pops up
behind moldy leftovers.
Oh!
Nothing in here, but old milk
and enormous quantity of something that used to be pasta.
And, oh, wait.
'What did I tell you?'
The cooler temperatures keep the film from fading.
[dramatic music]
Jackpot. See for yourself.
Marcia, the hoarder has a sister.
Which means we have an heir.
Good work, Harold.
Our job here is done.
Mr. Reese, I have to leave now.
'We found what we needed.'
(Reese) Unfortunately, so did I.
Taser confetti.
Ejected whenever one is fired.
I suppose it's too much to hope she tased herself.
Knowing Shaw, it's possible.
But if I had to guess..
...I'd say she's in trouble.
Sorry about that.
Which part? The tasing?
The drugging, or whatever this is?
Hmm.
I had to make sure you'd hear me out.
She needs our help and..
...I figured you wouldn't come willingly.
She?
The machine's given me a mission.
And step one, is to team up with you.
I'll pass.
Trust issues.
Besides, the machine gives missions to Harold
and the government, relevant, irrelevant.
Why would it be talking to you?
Because now, there's a third category.
Things are evolving.
And my relationship with the machine
is a little..
...different.
As for trust issues..
...I'm happy to take the first step.
There's a gun for you in the glove compartment.
Thanks, but a knife will do just fine.
This is the part where you give me one good reason
why I should believe anything you say.
October 2nd, 1988.
You took a road trip with your father to watch
the Houston Oilers play the Philadelphia Eagles.
- He bought you a sweatshirt-- - Don't talk about my father.
It told you that?
The machine trusts me.
Even if you don't.
You spent years working for the machine
and she was never wrong.
If you don't help me
someone might destroy her.
And innocent people will die.
Forget how you feel about me.
How would you feel about that?
Okay.
I'll forget how I feel about you.
'But when this is over..'
...you better hope I don't remember.
[engine revving]
- 'Good evening, Mr. Reese.' - Staying out of trouble, Finch?
For the moment, although I'm not sure
our Mr. Sloan could say the same.
'I hacked into his office network to see what he's up to.'
'It appears our estate investigator has taken'
an unorthodox interest in a case that isn't his.
'Jason Greenfield, died two weeks ago'
of an apparent heroin overdose. No next of kin.
(Reese) 'How is Sloan's interest unorthodox?'
Would going to a dead man's apartment alone
in the middle of the night qualify?
Any progress in finding Miss Shaw?
Her building doesn't have cameras
but the one across the street does.
And they agreed to let you see the footage?
After some convincing and a sleeper hold.
Point is I found out who took Shaw
'And you're not gonna like it.'
[cellphone beeps]
Find them, Mr. Reese. Now.
[dramatic music]
Why the hell are you following me?
Contrary to the saying, his bite is far worse.
Trust me. Bear, still.
Now, perhaps you'd like to explain why you're breaking
into Jason Greenfield's apartment
and taking his possessions?
Including that watch.
I'm not a thief.
Read the back.
"To Jason Greenfield from the Sloan family."
You knew him?
Jason was my foster brother.
I'm here 'cause I'm trying to solve his murder.
[instrumental music]
[chuckling]
It's, uh, me and Jason.
His parents were, uh, addicts.
They burnt the house down cooking meth when he was 14.
My mom and dad had started fostering, so..
...instant brother.
When he was 18, my parents gave him this.
You know, just-just to remind him
that no matter what, he always had us.
- 'I just wish he believed it.' - What do you mean?
[sighs] Jason always messed around with hacking.
And after moving out, he got more obsessed
'and spent more and more time with other hackers.'
Finally, just fell off the map.
Two weeks ago, I'm looking
at another investigator's case files..
...and I see his name.
'I couldn't believe it.'
I mean, he swore that he would never start using.
Now, he dies of an OD?
- People do change. - Not Jason.
Not-not-not about that.
'Minute I walked in, I knew.'
I mean, I've been to the homes of a lot
of heroin addicts who died.
You know what you don't see?
High-end TV.
Stereo.
Gold watch, huh?
It all goes to getting their fix.
You think someone killed him, then covered it up.
- Why? - I'm not sure.
But let's take a look at what isn't here.
No computer, no tablet, no phone.
'What kind of hacker doesn't have a computer?'
It does seem strange.
You found nothing with any data in it whatsoever?
I found a flash drive
in a microwave before you came in.
Looks like he fried it.
May I?
I'd like to help if I can.
Jason may have tried to destroy the contents of the drive.
Yes, it's largely been wiped clean.
'Uh, wait, there's a fragment of stray data.'
- 'It's a piece of an e-mail.' - What does it say?
I can only recover a few words.
'"You don't understand.'
'If I try to leave, they'll kill me."'
'The question is, who are they?'
And what is this?
'I found it in Jason's jacket.'
It's an address for..
...a storage unit.
That is weird.
Our guys checked.
He didn't have a storage unit.
[speaking Russian]
Yeah, sure.
[speaking Russian]
(Carter)) 'Hmm, that's one way to lower your cholesterol.'
'HR's protection payment. Dirty money for dirty cops.'
Deliver it as usual. Then find out where it goes from there.
- I can't do that. - Do you really wanna test me?
''Cause I've got a shiny, new 1911'
'to back me up on that.'
What did Morozov say to you back there?
Beats me. I don't speak Russian.
That's funny, 'cause it looked
like you understood every word.
Look.
Morozov's been running that deli since I was a kid.
HR knows that and respects it.
These payments are about loyalty.
Let me tell you something, Laskey.
'One day soon, you're gonna find out'
exactly what HR expects from you
in return for that loyalty.
[engine revs]
(female #1) 'Did you get a good look at her?'
She came out of nowhere.
Got your message, Lionel.
'Looks like you found Root's car.'
Yeah, and a crazy story to go with it.
Guy over there says his medical supply van
was just stolen by two women drivin' that car.
One waves him down, engine trouble.
When he goes to take a look, the other one knocks him out
with some kind of martial arts.
I hate to tell ya, but Root and Shaw
they're working as a team.
A scary one.
A thank you would be nice.
Finch, I'm closer to Root and Shaw.
From what I'm seeing, it looks less
like an abduction and more like a partnership.
A partnership? To what end?
No idea, but with Root involved
anything's possible.
A troubling development, Mr. Reese.
And I'm afraid I have another one.
It seems that Mr. Sloan's foster brother, Jason
may have been murdered by some mysterious group.
You think that same group might be the threat against Sloan?
The only way to know for sure would be to determine
who killed Jason and why.
Are you sure you don't need my help on this?
No, Mr. Reese. Tracking Miss Shaw is your top priority.
Alright.
But, Finch, I'm here if you need me.
So I just got off the phone with the, uh
manager from the storage center.
'Unit 117 was rented out to a guy named John Glover.'
Now, he recognized Jason's description.
Said that Jason was one of a bunch of people
'who used to visit that unit at all hours.'
The day after Jason died
those same people came back in, cleaned the place out.
Scrubbed it from top to bottom with bleach.
Did they have a photo ID on file for John Glover?
No, uh, Glover paid a full year in advance with cash.
- For all we know-- - Glover may not even exist.
Let's see if any other storage units
have been rented using that name.
No other rentals under John Glover but..
...there, in Brooklyn
'another unit paid for a full year in cash'
and rented the same day they cleared out
John Glover's unit.
Who rented that one?
(Finch) 'Samuel Miles.'
Wait.
John Glover? Samuel Miles?
That's the connection, Glover and Miles
are both generals in the American Revolution.
Hardly seems like a coincidence. Let's go find that storage unit.
(Shaw) So this mission we're on, what is it?
(Root) 'We'll find out soon enough.'
When you see this statue again..
...think impact.
The machine told you that?
I suppose I could be making it up.
And I suppose I could be kickin' your ass.
Insurance.
And where are we headed to now?
Down.
(Shaw) 'Spaghetti and an oxygen tank make a mean thermal lance.'
- What am I cuttin'? - 'This.'
You know the last time I used a blowtorch
was to get intel from an uncooperative source.
Now, you either tell me what we're here to do
or I walk.
Honestly?
Most of the time, I'm told what to do
a second before I have to do it.
The big picture, that's hers.
The only thing I know for sure is..
...I need you.
Then you should get out of my way.
Wait.
Safety first.
[hissing]
(Sloan) Funny, the stuff you learn from work.
My truck's stuffed with crowbars
key cutters, and bump hammers.
Never know what you're gonna need for the job.
Let's see what the people who killed my brother
were doing here.
[dramatic music]
Oh, good. This is empty too.
Why pay for a storage unit a year in advance
and put nothing in it?
Look at the dust.
A lot of activity along this wall here.
They are storing something here.
'We just need to shine a light of a different spectrum.'
The kind somebody like you might use to detect fluids.
'You have anything like that in your truck?'
I do.
(Shaw) 'Okay, so you don't know what we're doing.'
Can you at least tell me what we're doing next?
Breaking and entering.
[dramatic music]
Locked door.
Phone.
[door closes]
What's missing?
Behind you.
[toilet flushes]
[grunting]
[music continues]
[taser crackling]
Highly trained operative in a bad suit.
This is a CIA pickup site.
[phone beeping]
[phone ringing]
- 'Agent number?' - 947-0038 Alpha.
- 'Confirmation?' - Diego 241.
(male #3) 'Pickup tomorrow, 0800.'
'Have the package ready.'
Okay, so what's the package?
I am.
Here you go. UV lamp.
Kill the lights.
Oh, my God.
What is this?
A message center.
'For people who wanna communicate'
'without being overheard.'
Question is..
...what are they saying?
[Bear whimpering]
Alright, that's weird. Look at this sprinkler.
'It's, they're not attached to the same pipes'
that service the other units.
'Right there.'
Looks like some kind of motor.
[Bear whimpering]
Camera. Oh, dear, we've gotta get..
We're locked in!
It's gasoline!
[click]
They're gonna burn the place down, with us in it.
[clanking]
(Finch) Mr. Reese.
[whooshing]
(Finch) 'I believe I know who tried to burn us alive.'
'The last time I saw a code like this'
'it was used by this man.'
'Peter Collier.'
He's a member of a group trying to send a message
about government surveillance and privacy.
And he'll kill anyone who gets in his way.
So far, Collier's the most visible member of the group.
'And your foster brother, Jason Greenfield'
'was likely a member as well.'
But Jason would never hurt anyone.
Well, that may not have been his role in the group.
The e-mail I recovered from Jason's flash drive
contained an identifier string
that I was able to match to a conversation
on the darknet, an exchange between hackers.
One of whom was being lauded for exploits
that were nothing short of astonishing.
'The hacker goes by the name of Atlas7.'
But the real identity seems clear.
- My brother. - Indeed.
The targets he chose are all government
military, data-collecting corporations.
Perhaps that's what put him on Collier's radar.
So they teamed up, and at some point
Greenfield tried to get out.
And they killed him.
They may be coming after you now.
- Me? - These people value privacy.
Secrecy above all else, Mr. Sloan.
- By uncovering them.. - You kicked the hornet's nest.
(Finch) 'The best way to protect you from Collier'
'is to find out what he's up to'
and get out ahead of it.
The messages in the storage units appear
to have been encrypted with a running key cipher.
We find the key, we break the code.
- So what's the key? - A long string of text.
A letter, a book.
Jason would've had that key too.
So it must be in his apartment.
I'll go check it out.
And I'll go somewhere where I can do
more in-depth research.
- Hey. I'm coming with you. - You should stay here.
You're looking for the key to this code, right?
Well, there's something I do better than anybody else.
And that's finding things that people keep hidden.
Please.
Let me do it for Jason.
Come on.
[knock on door]
(Shaw) CIA is here to pick us up.
Any last words?
24381.
Whatever.
[clears throat]
Pin?
24381.
Good to meet you, Agent Dearborn.
She been sanitized?
[crackling]
Looks like you got a fun one.
You don't know the half of it.
(Simmons) 'Laskey, it's Simmons.'
'Go see your pal Morozov.'
I think he needs your help.'
Who are you?
Where's Morozov?
Exactly what I called you here to talk about.
When's the last time you counted the money you got from Morozov?
You think he's been skimming?
Boss, I've known Morozov my entire life.
He values HR.
Laskey, you're a rookie.
So I'm gonna let you off with a lesson this time.
You need to learn the difference between knowing someone..
...and trusting them.
See this kid, I can trust.
Because he values HR? No.
It's because he's scared of us.
You got it?
Yeah. Thanks for the lesson, boss.
Oh, that ain't the lesson.
Old man Morozov made the mistake of pulling a gun
when I called him out as a thief.
There's a shovel in the backseat.
Six feet, kid.
Don't skimp.
[dramatic music]
(male #4) 'Cells one through three secure, sir.'
Hope that voice in your head knows what it's doing.
- That's gotta go. - Sundown, Ottawa.
Left, right, left, right, one, two, three.
You say the sweetest things.
Agent Dearborn? Nick Breckenridge.
Chief interrogator.
Little late to be checking in a new asset.
We're prepping all prisoners for transport.
Transport? We just got here.
You know the drill, Dearborn.
We move these guys every 72 hours.
You get to interrogate indefinitely.
Now, I need some info.
[radio static]
Encrypted radios always acting up.
- Name of operation? - Sundown.
- Asset's place of origin? - Ottawa.
Transport authentication number?
Should have gotten it from the operative
guarding the pickup site.
Stress was high on this one.
Must have forgot.
You NOC types think you can just come in here
and ignore all kinds of protocol, don't you?
No authentication number, no access.
[radio static]
- Does anybody know how to-- - Left, right.
Left, right, one, two, three.
[beeps]
We use them all the time at the farm.
Give that to the intake guard at the next site.
And next time, remember your damn authentication number.
[instrumental music]
(Reeves) 'Still searching Greenfield's apartment, Finch.'
(Finch) 'Keep looking, Mr. Reese, none of the books'
'you've found so far match the code.'
- The kitchen's clean. - No luck here either.
[sighs]
Alright, it's gotta be somewhere.
[heater turns on]
Scavenger hunt.
- What? - It..
It's a game that, uh, Jason and I used to play
when we were bored.
We would steal something from each other.
Then we'd hide it in the house
except Jason would always lose
because he always chose the same place.
The heating vent.
[instrumental music]
Care to brush up on your history, Finch?
'"The American Revolution, A Concise History."'
Why am I not surprised? Let me see.
I've located a copy online.
It seems to match the algorithm the code is based on.
- 'I'll start deciphering.' - Great, Sloan and I will..
[glass shattering]
[explosion]
Where's Sloan?
Grab him.
'Hurry, we're on the clock here.'
Get out of here.
(Finch) 'Mr. Reese?'
[gunshots]
'Mr. Reese?'
Mr. Reese, are you alright?
Let's go. Shots fired.
He was with the guy in the suit.
(Finch) 'Mr. Reese?'
(Reese) 'Collier.'
[gunshots]
(Finch) 'Mr. Reese, are you alright?'
[sighs] You're right, Finch.
It's Collier. Sloan's gone.
'And we have no way to track him.'
I'm afraid it gets worse, I've deciphered enough
of the code to learn its purpose.
It's a plan to kill Jason Greenfield tonight.
Greenfield?
Isn't he already dead?
You can't keep moving me like this.
I'm an American. I have rights.
Do you even know my name?
[dramatic music]
Jason Greenfield, I presume?
(Jason) 'How do you know my name?'
I know a lot about you, Jason.
'I know you hacked government sites'
'for a fringe group of activists.'
Got squeamish when the group turned violent.
Cut a deal with the feds
in exchange for a new life
and got screwed over by them and stuck in here.
Who the hell are you?
Answer me.
[chuckles]
We're on a bit of a clock here
so let's dispense with the temper tantrum.
To answer your question, I'm like you.
FBI Trojan Horse of 2009.
- 'The null worm.' - What, that was you?
That thing infected over seven million computers worldwide
in less than a week.
If you designed the worm, then you must be able to tell me--
A self-executing attachment rewrites the OS
'to infect nearby bluetooth devices'
'and spread wirelessly.'
That was a long time ago.
I'm more interested in you, Jason.
Well, Jason doesn't exist anymore.
Those CIA liars faked my death.
'It was supposed to be for my protection.'
'In return, I give them everything about the group.'
'Instead, they brought me to this mobile black site.'
And now, they can question me forever.
Must have gotten bad for you to reach out
to people you don't trust.
The group murdered someone.
A data broker.
And it's my fault.
I'm the one who told Vigilance about him in the first place.
- Vigilance? - 'That's their name.'
"Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty."
I said we should scare the bastard.
But Collier convinced the group that it was time for more..
...aggressive action.
I'm not a killer.
(Nick) 'Transport's here.'
'Prepare to move out.'
So you never told me why you're here.
Simple, Jason.
I'm here for you.
[indistinct chatter]
I'll be right along.
I'm not letting this one out of my sight.
[engine revving]
So Sloan's dead brother is really alive?
(Finch) 'Yes, it seems Jason Greenfield'
'turned himself in to the CIA.'
And now, Collier wants to kill him for being a traitor.
Precisely, according to the plan
the assassination of Mr. Greenfield is scheduled
to take place within the hour.
They're probably going to interrogate
Sloan on the way to their mission.
So if we can find where they're going to kill Greenfield
then we still have a chance to save them both.
Just give me a location, Finch.
(Finch) 'Got it. An intersection downtown.'
I'm sending you the coordinates.
I'm on my way.
So you're his brother.
Jason said he had no family.
'What made you choose to look into him now?'
[sighs]
None of your business.
You know what?
That is right.
We members of Vigilance value privacy
even if the government doesn't.
However, when you started digging
into Jason's life, you also dug into ours.
Our methods, our plans.
Which brings me to some rather bad news.
We took a vote
as to whether we could possibly let you live.
And I'm afraid it didn't go your way.
'My options..'
...at this point, are limited
but what I can offer you
is a quick exchange of words
followed by an even quicker death.
'I need to know exactly how much you know'
'about our group and who you've told.'
Let's start with those two men I've seen you with.
Who are they? Feds? NSA?
I don't know, okay?
I don't know why they're helping me.
'I don't know why they care.'
All I know is Jason made a mistake..
...falling in with you guys.
And when he realized it and he tried to get out
you killed him for it.
Seems you've gotten ahead of things, Mr. Sloan.
Jason Greenfield is very much alive.
You didn't kill him?
No.
But we are about to.
And you're gonna have a front row seat.
(male #5) 'We're here.'
Things are about to get a bit hectic.
'We'll have to continue this conversation later.'
Until then, Mr. Sloan.
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
Finch, I'm at the intersection.
'And there is Collier's van.'
Be careful, Mr. Reese.
What are you doing?
In ten seconds...brace yourself.
For what?
Impact.
[dramatic music]
- Shaw? - Now.
[grunts]
[explosion]
[tires screeching]
[crashing]
Mr. Reese, what's happening?
Go, go! Move!
I just found Shaw.
Unfortunately, so did Collier.
[gunshots]
♪ One two three four five break down baby ♪
[gunshots]
♪ Listen to this just listen to this ♪
♪ Just listen to this just listen to this ♪
So good to hear your voice.
♪ Just listen to this just listen to this ♪
[gunshots]
[groans]
Time to go, Jason.
[gunshots]
[groaning]
[grunts]
♪ The number song but before I start ♪
♪ Let's have the countdown ♪
(Sloan) 'Jason?'
♪ Just listen to this just listen to this ♪
[gunshots]
[groans]
♪ Just listen to this just listen to this ♪♪
- Shaw. - Reese.
- Gotta save somebody. - Know the feeling.
(Jason) 'Hey, I saw somebody out there.'
Tim Sloan. Do you know why he's here?
Is he okay?
Did you see a man heading his way?
Tall, nice suit?
Yeah.
He'll be fine.
'Your new identity..'
...and the pass code to a bank account with $2.5 million.
Go to Cartagena, find a bar called Sol Azul
'in Boca Grande, ask for Ruiz.'
- Who is he? - I've no idea.
Now go.
Why...why are you helping me?
I'm just following orders.
But my guess is..
...you're necessary.
There she is.
[pistol clicking]
I guess a software omniscience
isn't much help if you're out of bullets.
Alright, bitch. Where's Greenfield?
- Hmm. - 'Why are you smiling at us?'
I'm not smiling at you.
[gunshots]
I knew you'd come back for me.
Mission accomplished?
- Absolutely. - Good.
[grunts]
(Collier) 'That's far enough.'
Assuming you'd like Mr. Sloan to survive this encounter.
Peter Collier.
You seem to know my name.
One of 'em.
But I can't say the same about you.
I'm the guy you shot in the back
and I'm here to return the favor.
Well, before you do..
...perhaps you'd like to tell me how it is you manage
to keep showing up at Vigilance operations.
I'm persistent.
And energy and persistence conquer all things.
Benjamin Franklin.
You guys got a thing for the American Revolution, don't you?
That's true. In fact, it may soon be time for another one.
Forget it, Collier. It's over.
(Collier) 'But only for one of us.'
You can take me..
...or you can save Sloan.
[screaming]
[tires screeching]
[dramatic music]
Finch, Collier shot Sloan in the femoral artery.
'We need help.'
There's an ambulance on the way, Mr. Reese.
Hang in there. You're gonna be alright.
[sighs]
[siren blaring]
[phone ringing]
(Simmons) 'You learned your lesson, Laskey?'
(Laskey) 'Six feet. I didn't skimp.'
How was your night, Laskey?
Sleep good?
My name is Mikhail Lesnichy.
There were 12 of us Russians on the force.
Huh.
So HR is seeding the NYPD
with cops they know will be loyal
and cementing their deal with the Russian mob in the process.
What about that money you got from Morozov?
HR's stockpiling it.
I don't know what for, but whatever it is
they have millions.
Hmm.
It gets worse than last night, you know.
What's worse than burying a friend?
(Finch) 'Good to see you out of the hospital, Mr. Sloan.'
You're looking well.
I can't thank you guys enough.
Not just for saving me, but for helping me find my brother
even if it was for a second.
You helped us as much as we helped you.
Indeed, you've proven yourself to be quite a fine detective.
One worthy of Raymond Chandler.
They are packing up Jason's stuff for auction today
so I figure I'd stop in and..
...take one last look around.
Maybe find a remembrance?
Already have one.
It suits you. Good luck, Mr. Sloan.
[cellphone ringing]
Excuse me.
- Hello? - 'Tim? Tim Sloan?'
Jason? Where are you?
You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Listen, I've managed to create a secure stream
so we could talk, but it will only last 30 seconds or so and..
...I just wanted to tell you...thanks.
'With those guys I got involved with'
'I thought I'd found a new family, but I should've known.'
'You're my family.'
Jason..
...I want you to know
that I have something of yours
and I'm gonna hold on to it until next time.
That sounds good, Tim.
You'll always be my brother.
[cellphone beeps]
We're gonna have to keep an eye on him.
Collier may try again.
If Vigilance wants a revolution
these may only be the opening shots.
Equally troubling, the machine appears
to have sent two teams into the same battle
with different goals.
Why keep us in the dark about Root and Shaw?
'Speaking of which..'
'...have you figured out what to do with Root yet?'
[instrumental music]
(Finch) 'There are more comfortable chairs, if you'd rather..'
Not to mention a padded bench
which doubles as quite a comfortable bed.
Albeit a small one.
And all within the proximity radius
programmed into my lovely new ankle accessory.
I found out the hard way what happens if I cross it.
Just making sure you have everything you need.
Well, there's no shortage of reading material.
That's for sure, Harold.
Keeps the mind occupied.
You know damn well who's supposed
to be occupying my mind.
I'm afraid that's out of the question.
I suppose that even if I managed
to get access to a wireless device
the faraday cage you've constructed in here
would prevent me from communicating with her.
Your powers of deduction are as ever impeccable.
And your choice of pronoun..
...illuminating.
Well, if there's nothing else..
You're going against the machine's wishes
by keeping me here, Harold.
You're only gonna make her angry.
Can you imagine
what a being that powerful
will do when she's angry?
How can you be so certain, Miss Groves
that the machine does not wish you
to be precisely where you are?
[dramatic music]
[theme music] c]