May 6th.
It's about to begin.
Who's name was on the account?
[gunshots ringing]
It was yours, Link.
You planted that message.
How does it feel to know that you're responsible
for the death of your friend?
The machine gave up its location to save our lives.
They're going to kill her, Harold.
[dramatic music]
[grunting]
[car horn honks]
[subdued music]
♪ ♪
(news anchor) An update now on our top story.
Utilities have yet to determine
what is behind these power surges.
Although, speculation ranges from aging infrastructure
to Chinese hackers.
- Samaritan. - Indeed.
It appears to have located the Machine.
Most likely on a data farm out west.
But the surges are happening all over, now headed East.
It's possible that the Machine has distributed itself
in more than one place.
Samaritan's trying to cut off Her power.
Starve Her. And for all we know,
it's already succeeded.
Still no word from the Machine?
Not since Greer let us go.
She won't talk to me. Or can't.
[phone ringing]
It's coming from behind the wall.
[suspenseful music]
[grunts]
[phone ringing]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
[phone ringing]
♪ ♪
[phone ringing]
Must have been walled in during renovation decades ago.
(the Machine) 0. 0. 0. 0.
What is it?
- Nine zeros. - 0. 0. 0. 0. 0.
It's the Machine's distress code.
I programmed it in to warn me of an imminent system shutdown.
- 0. 0. 0. 0. 0. - Shutdown?
- You mean-- - The Machine is dying,
Ms. Groves.
(the Machine) 3. 1. 4.
- 3-1-4... - Pi.
That's the code for the Case. She needs our help.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
How can we help the Machine if we don't know where it is?
She needs us to pick up a few more things, and fast.
We'll find Her on the way.
Mr. Reese isn't answering his phone.
A mission this critical, shouldn't we try to find him, bring him along?
You want to stay here and wait for the phone to ring, Harold?
Fine. But right now, we have another calling.
♪ ♪
Time to make a deal, Detective Riley.
The Elias era is over.
New World Order.
I want the same arrangement he had.
Your friend Harold is gonna be my inside man.
I want the keys to the city.
There are no keys.
No arrangements.
- You think I'm stupid? - No.
You're just smart enough to get yourself killed.
Go get Detective Fusco.
Put a bullet in his head.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Here I thought you couldn't look any worse.
You should see the other guy's knuckles.
Yeah.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[both panting]
That was kind of hot.
Let's go, champ.
♪ ♪
Zachary, how goes the hunt?
(Zachary) Nearly a quarter of the nation's power supply
has been compromised.
Soon the Machine will lose access to it entirely.
We've all but treed the fox, Mr. Greer.
[power lines buzzing]
Splendid.
Then burn down the tree.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Shiffman, index these numbers with addresses.
Coordinates.
We're looking for a target.
Threat reports for tomorrow, May 6th.
New York, Chicago, D.C.
Just the highlights.
Yankees game, Empire State Building,
subway system, all low.
Willis Tower, Wrigley Field, negligible.
D.C....
No reports for D.C.
None?
♪ ♪
There they are.
All low.
Must have been a glitch.
Samaritan had a glitch?
♪ ♪
I have reason to believe an attack is gonna take place
in the next 24 hours.
It's called "the Correction."
May 6th, what have you heard?
Any operations in and around the capital?
All quiet.
Except the address in Columbia Heights.
The one in the memo.
What memo?
Operational quarantine.
Do not disturb. Nobody in our out.
Columbia Heights?
Who wrote this memo?
Ma'am, you did.
[handcuffs rattling]
Detective's gone.
Somebody sprung him.
And look who came back.
Why would I help some cop?
Because that's your game.
(Dominic) You play both sides of the fence.
Just like you did with us and the Cartel.
Didn't think I'd ever really trust you, did you?
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
I came to get answers.
The only thing we're leaving is bodies.
Lock down all the exits, find Detective Fusco,
and shoot him on sight.
♪ ♪
(Root) She's talking to me again, Harry.
Surely, the Machine isn't hiding itself
in a high-end apartment building.
She led us here for a reason.
We just have to do what She says when She says it.
Easy for you to say. You're the one
the Machine says everything to.
I'm telling you, there is no fire.
Our alarm didn't even go off.
The why did our system say it did?
(firefighter) We got confirmation from dispatch.
[suspenseful music]
See, Harry?
The Machine has a plan.
♪ ♪
[elevator dings]
(Finch) The penthouse?
♪ ♪
Look at these.
The bleeding edge of night vision system.
Ultra HD, built-in infrared illuminator,
and piezoelectric battery that charges itself
whenever it's moved.
Never run out of juice.
Go ahead.
♪ ♪
Turn off lights.
[remote beeping]
♪ ♪
[gunshots ring]
[groaning]
♪ ♪
[remote beeps]
Sold.
We'll take 'em.
Got what we came for.
Come on, Harry.
[grunting]
♪ ♪
(Finch) Oh, dear.
[gunshot ring]
Why aren't we moving?
New York's Bravest down there must have disabled
the emergency override.
We'll have to hack the elevator, reprogram the controls.
There's no time.
[gunshot rings]
♪ ♪
No more standing on the sidelines.
You want us to save your skin?
Get in the game.
♪ ♪
[gunshot rings]
♪ ♪
[elevator bell dings]
[laughs softly]
[elevator whirring]
[gunshots ringing out]
♪ ♪
Thank you.
[bell dings]
Get ready, Harry.
Something tells me this won't be our last wild ride today.
(Root) The Machine wants us to break into Caleb's office
and borrow a few things.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
(Finch) Your employee ID got us through the front door, Ms. Groves.
But accessing the company code will be a whole other matter.
For a genius, my boss keeps his code
locked behind a surprisingly last-gen security structure.
♪ ♪
The cameras are resisting loops,
so I've had to disable them entirely.
Are you sure that's such a good idea, Harry?
If the Machine can't see us, She can't help us.
I found the code.
Now I just need to download it.
That was way too easy.
[footsteps approaching]
Which means...
(Caleb) Just relax guys.
I'm sure there's a good reason why Shannon, here,
or whatever your name really is,
broke into a secure area
and tried to access my compression algorithm.
Look, I know this sounds insane,
but I'm trying to save the world,
and your compression algorithm
plays a small but crucial part of doing that.
I just, I can't think why I should trust you.
Then don't.
Trust him.
[door opens]
Hello, Caleb.
Mr. Swift.
[laughs softly]
What's going on here?
Let me just take a moment to say how proud I am
of everything you've done with your life
since I knew you as a student.
And I truly wish there were time here for a more appropriate
and meaningful reunion, but right now,
I have to try to explain as best I can
why we need your algorithm.
Hold on, Mr. Swift.
♪ ♪
[typing]
Anything you need, you can have.
No explanation necessary.
You saved my life.
♪ ♪
Thank you.
Boys, there's no time.
Oh, and Caleb, we also borrowed
a few of the prototype 128 gig multi-state RAM chips
from Project X.
You knew about Project X?
Really needed it.
Thanks again.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[phone beeping]
Huh.
Look what we have here.
A phone hooked up to my mesh network.
Detective Riley and company commandeered it for themselves.
Clearly, you owe me a big favor.
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
[door closes]
We got a soldier down, south exit.
No radio response.
We got to move out.
That is quite a dilemma.
You stay and be caught, or leave empty-handed.
Unlock it.
Get Harold down here, or both their lives are on you.
[guns cocking]
♪ ♪
I won't ask again.
♪ ♪
Perhaps if we knew the Machine's location,
we could determine how much time we have to save it.
Clearly, the machine is experiencing
some kind of malfunction brought on by these power surges.
So far, all we've gathered to save it
is one algorithm, a few RAM chips,
and a pair of night-vision goggles.
(Finch) Hardly a recipe for success.
Recipe? We're not baking a cake here, Harold.
(Root) Trust the process.
[phone ringing]
Mr. Reese, what a relief to finally hear from--
(Dominic) Mr. Reese?
Of course.
I figured Riley wasn't his real name.
Nice to meet you, Harold.
(Dominic) Can't wait to start working together.
Where is John?
(Dominic) Don't worry about John.
As long as you cooperate, he gets to keep on breathing.
(Dominic) We'll send you a new location.
Be there in 15.
Alone.
[phones beeping]
The Machine will have to wait. I have to go help John.
Harold, the Machine is the priority here.
No, people are the priority here, Ms. Groves.
The Machine's only reason for existing is to save them.
I'm not gonna sacrifice John to help rescue an A.I.
that on its best days is cryptic and withholding,
and on its worst, borderline homicidal.
She's not perfect, Harold.
But She's the only chance we've got.
We let Sameen slip away.
So now we're supposed to let John go, too?
I don't want to sacrifice Sameen, either.
But if the Machine dies, the world we wake up in tomorrow
is one none of us wants to see.
She needs John alive as much as we do.
She won't let him down.
Come on.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Come on, jump in the car.
Are you out of your mind?
Since when is that relevant?
Get in, Harry.
♪ ♪
Looks like we found our Harold.
Which means you are no longer needed.
Nor you.
Put them down.
(Dominic) Let's get the hell out of here.
Mr. Reese comes with us.
[beeping]
What the hell is that?
Old fax machine.
What does it say?
"Sharp right leg. Left knee, ACL.
Tactical blade. Glass jaw."
[dramatic music]
[grunting]
[fighting]
[grunting]
(the Machine) Can. You. Hear. Me?
Hell yes.
(the Machine) 10:00.
[gunshots ringing]
(the Machine) 3:00.
[gunshots ringing]
(the Machine) 1:00.
[groaning]
♪ ♪
(male officer) Drop the gun!
Get down!
I said down on the ground!
All clear.
Got him, Detective.
Detective Fusco.
You're under arrest, jackass.
[heroic music]
(Grice) Quarantined address.
Columbia Heights.
(Control) Get the ratchet.
[alarm ringing]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Takes some balls to run an off-the-books op
at a quarantined address. So why'd you choose me?
You had Agent Shaw in your sights and you let her go.
You value people over protocol.
And you're not afraid to question authority.
[grunts]
Well then, I have another question.
Why are we breaking into this place?
That quarantine order from Research?
(Grice) Mm-hmm.
I never ordered it.
(Control) That's why.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[sniffs] That smell.
Ammonium nitrate.
Fertilizer.
From the smell, a lot of it was here.
Just a few hours ago.
Blueprints, too.
But for what?
(Grice) Ma'am, you need to see this.
Propane tank.
Why is the lid cut off?
To build a bomb.
(Control) There's at least a half a dozen more.
Enough to blow an entire floor of a federal building.
And whoever made it
is already on the move.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[indistinct chatter]
Take care of yourself, John.
I'm gonna enjoy watching you get put away.
I wouldn't count those chickens just yet.
I'm gonna go along for the ride.
Make sure the Feds don't screw this one up.
Want to jump in the van?
I'll take a rain check.
I need to help Finch.
You did a nice job, Lionel.
[heroic music]
♪ ♪
[door closes]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
I fail to see how over a dozen bags of ice
plays into our larger mission.
It's Cinco De Mayo.
If She asks us to pick up some salt and limes,
I'd say you have your answer.
Which brings me to my next concern.
You've been in God Mode since this morning.
Isn't such constant contact with the Machine
likely to attract Samaritan's attention?
[tires screeching]
When you're right, Harry, you're right. Start the car.
Hey, you're five bucks short on the ice.
Whoa! We're cool, we're cool.
Appreciate your understanding.
[gunshots ringing]
Get in!
[gunshots ringing]
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots ringing]
(news reporter) With the wave of brownouts spreading across the U.S.,
experts expect power surges and outages of the east coast
and into the greater New York area.
[electricity buzzing]
Management's been redirecting everyone.
There have been surges all over the country.
We're gonna be banking some serious OT tonight.
What the hell are you doing?
We've been replacing these things for how many months now?
You've never been tempted to see what's inside?
It's a line conditioning box.
(senior lineman) That's all you need to know. Now put it back.
But why aren't we allowed to see what's inside?
(lineman) I mean, what's the worst that could happen?
The last guy who had your job, he opened up one of those boxes.
(senior lineman) Next day, he was gone.
That's all I know.
You're the boss.
Smart. Now get in the cab.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Senator. - Why the urgent meeting?
Your phone.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
Soundproofed.
[chuckles] Job finally getting to you?
Not the job.
Samaritan.
We need to pull the feeds, blind the damn thing, now.
Why would we blind the single greatest watchdog
America has ever had?
Greer used us.
He's making a power play.
And Samaritan is his weapon.
There's gonna be a bomb that detonates here in D.C.
tomorrow.
Why would Greer allow an attack, much less plan one?
It would make Samaritan look inept.
(Control) Come on, Ross.
You know how the wheels spin in this city.
A few pawns get fired,
but the person who's really responsible
just get a bigger checkbook.
After the Vigilance attack, we handed the feeds to Greer
for Samaritan.
After this attack, we'll be under their thumb completely.
All of us, even you.
What's the alternative?
Go back to the old Machine.
Ingram's Machine?
The black box so slippery it moved itself to God knows where?
It never lied.
Never slaughtered.
This meeting is over.
And if you're lucky, I won't tell anyone
about the insane rant I just heard.
My phone.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
Take my advice.
Get a firm grip.
♪ ♪
[door opens, closes]
♪ ♪
[beeping]
Good advice, Senator.
That's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Iris, we need to talk.
John, what's going on?
You need to go now.
Get out of town for a few days.
What?
You once said you were pretty sure I wasn't a cop.
Well, if what I'm about to do goes sideways,
the wrong people will figure that out, too.
And anyone I care about will be at risk.
What is it, and organized crime thing?
Much worse than that.
Look, I don't know how this is gonna shake out,
but you've got to trust me.
You want me to trust you?
Trust me.
Tell me what the hell's going on.
All right.
I make it through this in one piece, we'll talk.
I'll tell you everything.
No holding back.
Okay.
John, am I going to lose you?
[poignant music]
♪ ♪
Take care of yourself.
♪ ♪
Senator Garrison, I hope you haven't summoned me
for a tour of operations.
If we want to see Samaritan at work,
there are more appropriate times.
Where is everyone?
[dramatic music]
(Control) I gave them the night off.
Cinco De Mayo.
Good for morale.
(Control) I told them to get a margarita, but stay on call.
Because an attack can happen at any time.
Isn't that right?
♪ ♪
She just gave me our final destination.
She's in Brooklyn.
We're running out of time, Harry.
We can only go just so fast, Ms. Groves.
This thing has eight cylinders.
But I sincerely doubt it can fly.
We'll never make it under an hour.
Not in this traffic.
What we need is a little help.
[heroic music]
♪ ♪
I stand corrected.
Hang on. We're coming.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
(Finch) What is this place?
I don't know, but the Machine says we're here.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
Heard you guys could use some help.
John.
(Finch) I'm so relieved to see you.
See? The Machine's taking care of all of us.
(Root) Now we have to return the favor.
Harold?
- Harold Admin? - That would be me.
Sweet. Thought I was gonna have to take these back to the truck.
Sign.
15 laptops, huh? Startup?
Trying to avoid a shutdown, actually.
(Root) Let's get the ice in before it melts.
[vehicles approaching]
[dramatic music]
- Get inside, Harold. - Samaritan.
[tires screeching]
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
What's the hold up, Harold?
Some surprisingly high-tech security.
[gunfire]
(both) Two, four, three, star, seven, one--
I've got this.
[gunfire]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
(Root) Cozy.
An electrical substation.
Hidden in the heart of residential Brooklyn.
[ominous music]
You seem pretty relaxed considering the circumstances.
The way I see it, my case hangs on the credibility
of a one-time dirty cop and a detective
with ties to an organized crime boss.
Won't help you with the Feds.
They'll hit you with RICO.
Perhaps, but the Brotherhood runs lock up now.
I've got protection.
You, on the other hand...
Do you plan to make my stay inhospitable?
Something like that. Be seeing you in Rikers.
I have to admit, I admire your certainty, Dominic,
but I still have a few friends.
Unfortunately for you, I am not going to Rikers.
[truck approaching]
[loud crashing]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Lock it down, Finch.
[grunts]
[beeping]
I've got a dozen bogies.
I'm guessing more are on the way.
I can't hold off an entire army.
(Reese) Laptops and ice aren't gonna help.
We need to find the Machine.
(Finch) That may prove impossible.
This is one of any number of city substations
devoted to the distribution of electricity
across the southern half of New York.
The Machine can't be here
because there's simply not enough room.
If the Machine's not here, then why are we?
That's what we have to find out.
♪ ♪
Looks like a computer I made as a teenager.
(Finch) What is it for?
(Root) No idea.
Just following orders as fast as I can.
That cable, first transformer.
Hurry.
(Root) You find it, Harry?
(Root) The one that steps down to 7,200 volts.
Yes. But why on earth
would we need to tap into that much raw electricity?
(Finch) Thornhill.
♪ ♪
John, look out your window.
On the power lines, do you see any boxes?
(Reese) I see one.
It's marked with "T." Why?
I believe I was mistaken.
The Machine is here.
It's here because it's everywhere.
What do you mean, Harry?
Two years ago, when the Machine moved itself,
it didn't go to a data farm.
It went into the wires.
It uploaded itself directly into the nation's electrical grid.
But Finch, if the Machine is everywhere,
then how the hell do we save it?
Good question.
And I think I have the answer.
[dramatic music]
I'm flattered that you went to such trouble
for a private conversation.
Spoofing a message from the Senator.
You could have just called.
I had a feeling your schedule was booked.
Through May 6th.
Yes, I know about the "Correction."
Ammonium Nitrate.
Easy enough to acquire that you could frame anyone for it.
But the piece you're gonna tell me is the target.
Right now.
Or you're going to shoot me.
You should be so lucky.
If you refuse, two men are gonna walk through that door.
One will put a black bag over your head,
and the other will zip-tie your wrists.
You will be thrown into a hole
so dark and deep
that even your precious Samaritan
can't see inside.
And the last thing you'll hear is my voice saying,
"This is where you belong."
Even if your theory about this attack were true,
think how much you'd stand to benefit.
An even more generous black budget.
Courts will rubber-stamp any request for surveillance
you care to submit.
The courts.
[dramatic music]
That's it.
♪ ♪
(Control) That number.
[typing]
(Control) It's a docket number.
The Supreme Court is scheduled to hear a case challenging
the federal government's surveillance powers tomorrow.
But take out the justices,
and you could stack the court in your favor
for generations to come.
[scoffs]
Only, it's not gonna happen.
[radio clicks]
- Grice? - Ma'am?
(Control) The target is the Supreme Court.
Evacuate the building. Locate the bomb.
Roger that.
♪ ♪
[radio clomps]
Looks like the Correction has just been canceled.
(Reese) Let me get this straight, Finch.
The Machine is using the power grid as a giant brain?
Essentially.
There's a tremendous amount of unused space
in copper power lines.
The boxes on the lines allow the Machine's digital signals
to travel in that space.
A highly complex computational system hiding in plain sight.
And now that system is being flooded with energy.
Driving the Machine across the country to this last corner
of the grid around New York.
Samaritan's trying to flatline the Machine.
And we need to save Her. Before it finishes the job.
[crackling over loud speakers]
(Zachary) Attention.
We'd tell you you're surrounded, but your Machine has probably
filled you in on that score.
Evacuate the building and maybe you'll live.
If you're still inside when we come through that door,
that will no longer be a possibility.
(Zachary) You decide.
What's the plan?
We save the Machine by storing it.
Downloading it straight off the power lines
into the Random Access Memory in this briefcase.
The Machine's gonna fit into that briefcase?
Not the entire Machine.
Just the core heuristics.
A strand of DNA.
We use Caleb's compression algorithm to squeeze it all in.
Who says you can't put the genie back in the bottle?
(Finch) Be careful, Ms. Groves.
The process you're describing is completely untested.
Even if it does work, the Machine will be
so highly compressed that it won't be able to
process information, or send signals,
or communicate in any way.
And if it doesn't work?
Then the Machine will be torn apart.
Core code shredded.
Irretrievable. In short, John, we'll kill it.
And then they'll kill us and the world as we know it.
At least we'll die trying.
We're the Machine's last hope, Harold.
Then we'd better get to work.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct shouting]
At the Supreme Court searching for the device now, Ma'am.
(Control) Check every room, Grice.
No stone left unturned.
My men will find your bomb.
You know me.
You're not making it out of here alive.
But you could save yourself some complications
if you tell me who put you up to this.
What they offered you.
Don't you recognize an idealist when you meet one?
An idealist who wants to make the world a better place
by murdering a few hundred people?
(Greer) Oh, no.
The world has only ever been made a better place by violence.
You know that.
Every leader who ever preached peace
did so guarded by armed men.
One thing we can agree on,
kill a few people at random, nothing changes.
(Greer) But kill the right people...
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
We're gonna have to hurry this up, Harold.
We got 20 or 30 of them out there.
23 in the front, actually.
Ten more approaching from the back.
Not to belabor the point, but we're running out of time.
So, if this works, the voltage gets stepped down,
passes through the demodulator,
where the Machine's signal is separated from the white noise.
Compressed with Caleb's algorithm and these laptops,
and then finally, into the RAM in this briefcase,
powered by the piezoelectric battery.
Not the whole Machine.
Just enough to rebuild it.
- If... - If we make it out of here.
Sorry, Mr. Reese. I know I was upfront
about the risk that we'd be running, but--
Forget about it, Harold.
There's no place I'd rather be.
♪ ♪
[groaning]
Hey, boss.
Time to get you out of here.
Yeah.
[groans]
[suspenseful music]
Come on.
[loud thud]
What is it?
A breach in the back entrance.
Get back.
[gunfire]
[groans]
[gunfire]
Reese, where the hell are you?
We're sitting ducks here.
(Reese) I know.
I figured I'd get some night air.
John?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Can you hear me?
- Yes. - Good.
Now kill the lights.
Hold your positions.
♪ ♪
[booming gunfire]
Smoke grenade!
[booming gunfire]
[smoke diffusing]
(man) I can't see him.
♪ ♪
(the Machine) 1:00, 11:00.
(Reese) Whatever you're gonna do in there, Finch, do it now.
[gunshots ringing]
Here we go.
[gunshots ringing]
♪ ♪
[electricity buzzing]
[gunshots ringing]
[heavy gunfire]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[groans]
♪ ♪
- Ma'am? - Yes?
(Grice) You're not gonna believe this.
I've been through every room, every floor, there's nothing.
No explosives of any kind.
You're right. I don't believe it.
[radio clicks, clatters]
(Control) Where is it?
Where's the bomb, Greer?
Do you really think Samaritan would use such crude tactics?
You don't take over the world with gaudy displays of violence.
Real control is surgical.
Invisible.
It interferes only when necessary.
(Greer) No one will question Samaritan because no one will ever know
when it has acted.
[suspenseful music]
[gunshot rings] - [groans]
All right.
Let's end this.
♪ ♪
(Fusco) Put down the weapon.
♪ ♪
Samaritan has watched this world for a year.
It settled on a list of corrections.
Corrections that were long overdue.
Put it down, Dominic. Now.
This doesn't involve you, Detective.
That's where you're wrong.
♪ ♪
[gunshot rings]
♪ ♪
Get down, Detective!
[gunshot rings] - [groans]
[whimpers]
♪ ♪
Most of humanity is docile.
Pliant.
It's only over a few hundred people
who create all of the problems.
Samaritan has identified them.
(Greer) The disruptors.
The outliers who have problems with authority.
And then there's the disloyal.
The grit in the gears.
Thank you for leading us directly to them.
We couldn't have done it without you...
Control.
[gunshots ringing]
[groans]
(the Machine) 6:00
- 1:00. - [groans]
- 11:00. - [grunts]
[dramatic music]
[electricity buzzing]
I'm gonna keep trying to hold them off, Harold.
How much longer?
I don't have any idea.
[gunfire]
Cover your eyes.
[explodes]
[sharp ringing]
[Pink Floyd's Welcome to the Machine]
♪ ♪
♪ Welcome, my son ♪
♪ Welcome to the machine ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Where have you been ♪
We haven't failed yet.
♪ It's all right we know where you've been ♪
♪ ♪
You had an impossible challenge.
One I never programmed you for.
♪ ♪
That's not true...
[gunshot ringing]
♪ ♪
(the Machine) 11:00.
[voice loses power]
♪ ♪
Root, I don't think the Machine can help us anymore.
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
She's dying.
Going offline.
♪ ♪
You were my creation.
I can't let--
♪ ♪
I can't let you die.
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
♪ ♪
[loud explosions]
♪ ♪
(Root) Power's surging across the city.
[electricity buzzing]
(Root) It's coming to the Machine.
Harold, no!
[groans]
Men have gazed at the stars for millennia
and wondered whether there was a deity up there,
silently directing their fates.
Today, for the first time, they'll be right.
And the world will be
an undeniably better place.
♪ ♪
(Greer) Pity you won't be there to see it.
But the attack.
♪ ♪
(Greer) This was a test of loyalty.
Of which, I'm sorry to say, you failed.
- [gasps] - In Samaritan's view,
there is no room for outliers.
Which means there is no room for you.
But don't worry.
You'll be taken to a place where you belong.
♪ Welcome my son ♪
♪ Welcome ♪
Is it finished?
♪ To the machine ♪
♪ ♪
Oh, that hurt.
Did it work, Harold?
Is She in there?
♪ It's all right we told you what to dream ♪
Yes.
Yes, I think so.
♪ ♪
We have to move, Harold.
We're on our own now.
♪ ♪
[slams]
♪ ♪
John?
♪ ♪
Oh.
You're alive.
I got a few more years on my pension, Harold.
What's our status?
Well, I've got one-and-a-half clips, a metrocard,
and God's either dead
or running on double-As.
You always did like a challenge, Mr. Reese.
[tires screeching]
[vehicles approaching]
♪ ♪
Let's move.
[gunfire]
♪ He always ate in the steak bar ♪
♪ ♪
♪ He loved to drive in his Jaguar ♪
♪ ♪
♪ So welcome ♪
♪ To the Machine ♪
♪ ♪ he Machine ♪