(Root)Harold, have you wonderedhow we got to this place?
      Afraid I'm all too well aware.
      (Root)You seem very calm,considering you commandeered
      the world's most lethal virus.
      I assume you've given thoughtto the ramifications
      of what you're about to do.
      Of course I have.
      But it's the only wayto stop Samaritan.
      (Root)I sense a tone of regretin your voice.
      Call it responsibility
      for the situationI've put our friends in.
      (Root)They've always been awareof the risk, Harold.
      But it started with me.
      (Root)Yes.
      When you created me,
      your machine.
      Is that what you regret?
      It's understandablefor you to ask the question,
      "What if?"
      It's pointless, I'm sure.
      (Root)Is it?
      I can tell you witha fair amount of certainty,
      the world would have beena very different place
      had I never existed.
      Harold, I knew you would come,my friend.
      Ah!
      (Woman)He's building the Machinefor one U.S. dollar.
      (Ingram)Something happened this morning.
      If we don't change the world,someone else will.
      [Machine beeping]
      [tense music]
      ♪ ♪
      Got anything stronger?
      Nathan.
      Welcome back.
      So how did you farein our nation's capital?
      You tell me.
      The government wantsto extend us another five years.
      Those contracts are worthnearly $1/2 billion.
      Suppose that means I needto get back to work.
      [laughs]
      You do realize technically thatneither us need to work anymore.
      I think that deservesa toast.
      [liquid pouring]
      ♪ ♪
      To achieving the dream.
      [glasses clink]
      ♪ ♪
      [sighs]
      Did you ever think we'd make itthis far when we started out?
      I wasn't surewe'd make it at all.
      [chuckles]Any regrets?
      Oh...
      Sometimes I wonderif we couldn't have done
      something more....
      meaningful.
      You mean the DoD project.
      Harold,that's ancient history.
      I know, but I sometimes thinkif we'd have kept trying,
      maybe it would have worked.
      Maybe we'd have stoppedthose other attacks.
      Or the attacks mighthave happened regardless.
      We made a choicethat was right for us.
      And you can bet
      if the governmentwants a system like that,
      they'll have it someday,
      if they don't have it already.
      And we dodged a bullet
      not getting in bedwith those CIA bastards.
      If anything had went wrong,
      we'd have takenthe fall for it.
      You're right, I'm sure.
      Well, I really do needto get back to work now.
      So--hey, so are you goodfor dinner tomorrow?
      Because, you know,Olivia invited
      that friend of hersI told you about.
      I'm afraid I can't make it.
      Harold, there's moreto life than just work.
      Much more.
      I really do appreciateyour efforts, Nathan.
      But I feel likeif it was meant to be,
      it would've already happened.
      I just want you to be happy,my friend.
      And I am.
      [chuckles]
      ♪ ♪
      So Nathan would have lived.
      (Root)Yes.And you were never injured.
      But...Grace?
      (Root)Given the laws of probability,
      you would have never met her.
      [somber music]
      What else?
      (Root)I think that'll have to wait.
      Hey, who the hell are you?
      What are you doing in my house?
      Lower your voice,Mr. Barnett.
      You'll wake your wifeand daughter.
      The combination on your gun safehas been changed,
      and your home alarm systemis disabled.
      You're welcome to retreatinto your panic room.
      I'll be done shortly.
      I'd advise against contactingthe authorities.
      Unless you want the FBIto learn about Seltene.
      What did you say?
      The restaurant in Bern
      where you sold membersof Russia's FSB
      your propagation module
      used to distribute spywareagainst U.S. technology firms.
      What do you want?
      I have something here
      that requiresa voice-activated password
      and your aforementionedpropagation module.
      That's a virus.
      My God.
      Ice-nine.
      You're gonna take downthe internet.
      Been there, done that.
      I'm going after bigger game.
      So.
      If you can manageto forget about me,
      I'll see to itthat I forget about you.
      Are we clear?
      [tense music]
      Wait.
      Who are you?
      Who am I?
      I'm just like you,Mr. Barnett.
      A man who sold the world.
      Only I charged them $1.
      And right now, I needto borrow a few things.
      Your vehicle, for starters.
      ♪ ♪
      Novelty notwithstanding,I could have driven myself.
      (Root)Yes, but why leave anythingto chance?
      You have enough to think about.
      Given your propensityfor calculating probabilities,
      what chance of successdo you give us?
      (Root)You know I can't lieto you, Harold.
      Let's call it the definitionof a long shot.
      But it's the only onewe've got.
      Indeed.
      [tense music]
      ♪ ♪
      Nobody home.
      Finch hasn't been here.
      Has anyone?
      [dog barking]
      [chuckles]Hi, buddy.
      Atta boy, Bear.
      (Shaw)So when was the last timeanyone saw Finch?
      It's been over a week.
      Since he broke outof that prison,
      Finch and the Machinehave gone radio silent.
      Maybe Samaritancaught up to him.
      I say we grab a coupleof its flunkies,
      see what we can squeezeout of them.
      No, it's too risky.
      We can't affordany more losses.
      What we need is a strategy.
      Okay, well, you just heard mine.
      So you think of a better one,
      you give me a call.
      [phone rings]
      ♪ ♪
      [indistinct conversations]
      [suspenseful music]
      Hey, what's allthe hubbub about?
      You didn't hear?
      Bunch of bodies turned upin some demo'd tunnel in Queens
      Still trying to ID 'em all.
      ♪ ♪
      [keyboard clacking]
      Serial killer.
      (LeRoux)Detective Fusco.
      Agent LeRoux, remember?
      It's good to see you again.
      Yeah, nice to see you.
      ♪ ♪
      You mind stepping in?
      ♪ ♪
      [keyboard clacking]
      (Reese)Shaw, come take a look at this.
      (Shaw)Who is it?
      Greer.
      (Shaw)That's the numberthe machine sent us?
      Close, it gave usthe social of his alias.
      (Shaw)Philip Hayes, Office ofInter-Governmental Affairs.
      Located in D.C.
      Looks like we're headed backto the Beltway.
      You think Greer's planningto kill Finch?
      More like the other way around.
      I think Finchis gonna kill Greer.
      (Reese)Or die trying.
      [suspenseful music]
      (Valet)Any luggage, sir?
      - None.- Very good.
      ♪ ♪
      Your plane is fueled and ready,Mr. Barnett.
      ♪ ♪
      (Reese)There's a system listeningthrough every microphone,
      watching through every camera.
      (Fusco)You got lucky.
      Carter saved my life.
      She saved me from myself.
      [gun clicks]
      (Man)You ready to get to work,Officer?
      [computer beeping]
      (woman)Hey, is that who I think it is?
      (man)Is that Fusco?
      - What's he doing here?- Get a load of this.
      [somber music]
      Hey, Symanski.
      You gotta be kiddin' me.
      What?
      Can smell the booze on youfrom here.
      You got a lot of balls comingback in here, Fusco.
      You watch your mouth.I did 20 years on this job.
      Full pension.
      The only reasonyou're not rotting in the can
      with the restof your dirty HR pals
      is because you werethe first rat to flip.
      Now what do you want?
      I need some discovery infoon a case.
      Photos on that Watsondomestic charge.
      Figures.
      Scumbag ballplayer smackshis girl around,
      you're gonna work forhis high-priced mouthpiece.
      They took my badge.
      You know, I got tomake a living too.
      You're probably better off.
      There's a hiring freeze on.
      No overtime.
      Yeah, I saw the numbers.
      Homicides are down, huh?
      Everything's down,except missing persons.
      We're just closing cold casesfrom the updated DNA database.
      Hey, you gonna let me havethose photos or what?
      Sorry.
      Gonna have to go throughthe new loo.
      New lieutenant?
      ♪ ♪
      (Fusco)Carter.
      They promoted her?
      (Szymanski)Yeah, I don't think she'd taketoo kindly to you being here.
      Given she busted your assand all.
      ♪ ♪
      (Root)Detective Fusco clearlyhad a hard go of it.
      Fell in with a bad crowd.
      He always washis own worst enemy.
      (Root)Lionel never met anyone who...
      recalibrated his moral compass.
      Not Reeseand certainly not Carter.
      But Carter lived.Prospered.
      (Root)So it would seem.
      Course, it's a little morecomplicated than that.
      As is life.
      (Root)I believe our clienthas landed.
      [suspenseful music]
      ♪ ♪
      (Finch)Monsieur Bertrand.
      Fort Meade?
      (Bertrand)S'il vous plait.
      Merci bien.
      ♪ ♪
      So what's this all about?
      Dozen bodies just turned upin that collapsed tunnel?
      I mean who called in the Feds?
      Well, the Chief of D's andthe Commissioner's going nuts.
      They want answers.
      Care to share any evidenceon this, Detective?
      I know about as muchas you do.
      Do you know anything about this?
      [tense music]
      ♪ ♪
      It was found right herein the office.
      That's something, huh?
      It appears someone was lookinginto these missing persons
      before they turned upin the tunnel.
      I'm Homicide.
      They don't kick 'em to metill they're already dead.
      Well, they're definitelydead now.
      Looks like we're gonna beworking together
      again, Detective.
      [somber music]
      Did you get anything?
      This was the only address
      for the Office ofIntra-Governmental Affairs.
      How long has it been empty?
      Building manager saidhalf a year.
      Just a front for Greerin the Beltway.
      Probably wasn'tever even here.
      Why the hell doesthe Machine want us
      to chase down Greer anyway?
      We find Greer,we'll find Harold.
      [phone ringing]
      [suspenseful music]
      [tense music]
      ♪ ♪
      Stop right there.
      ♪ ♪
      Pop the trunk, please.
      I have Monsieur Bertrand,
      NATO Defense Ministerof Intelligence.
      ♪ ♪
      Please remember, no electronicdevices inside the facility.
      Of course.
      Thank you, sir.
      ♪ ♪
      (Shaw)What is it?
      It's nota Social Security number.
      3965112N7646192W.
      Geographic coordinates?
      Latitude and longitudeto a location...
      That's Fort Meade.
      I'm not sure aboutthese other numbers though.
      Come on.We'll deal with it later.
      [speaks French]
      Pardon, monsieur, if you couldjust drop me off at the curb
      and then, uh,just wait for me in the lot.
      [tense music]
      Wait, qu'est ce que--what are you doing?
      They building is over there.
      Je suis desolé, monsieur.
      But I'm afraid nowwe must switch places.
      What the hellare you talking about?
      Fortunately, we're the sameheight, hair, and eye color.
      Although the retinal scancould get tricky...
      [speaking rapid French]
      ♪ ♪
      Ketamine, just a sedative.
      By the time you wake up,
      I will have finishedmy business inside.
      ♪ ♪
      (Peck)The only way to be that accurate
      is with illegal surveillanceon a massive scale.
      (Finch)The answer to your questionis yes.
      It exists,and it's watching us right now.
      Please, Mr. Peck,go and live your life.
      (Peck)In each case, a single namewas added to what I wrote.
      And each time, that nameturned out to be the key
      to stoppinga major terrorist attack.
      [exhales sharply]
      The only way to be that accurate
      is with illegal surveillanceon a massive scale.
      After 9/11, the governmentwanted a system
      that could watch everyoneand everything,
      and if I'm right, then somebodyreally built the damn thing,
      which is why I called you.
      You did the right thing.
      Your secret is safe with us.
      The Office of Special Counselis my only recourse.
      And I've begun to fearfor my safety.
      Well, our job is to protect.
      Have you told anyone elseabout this?
      No.It's just you.
      That's good.
      [silenced gunshots]
      [groans]
      It makes my joba lot easier.
      [grunts]
      Thanks for the drink.
      [clears throat]
      ♪ ♪
      Target's down.
      I know you hate small talk,Shaw,
      but why didn't youhear the guy out first?
      Sounds like he had a storyto tell.
      We weren't sent to listento stories, Cole.
      We were sent to eliminatea mole.
      [keyboard clacking]
      How is ityou're always so sure?
      Because the Intelis never wrong.
      You'd be wise to remember that.
      That is very distressing.
      But is makes sense that Ms. Shawwould have continued
      to workfor her previous employer,
      since they never attemptedto kill her.
      (Root)Though she neverwould have met Root.
      Or lost her.
      (Root)For this next step,
      I recommend you keep your phonein your bag.
      (Man)Please take a plastic containerand place all items in the bin.
      Please remember, no personalelectronic devices
      are allowed inside the building.
      ♪ ♪
      [machine beeping](Guard) Come on through.
      ♪ ♪
      Thank you.
      Merci.
      All items in the bin,please.
      ♪ ♪
      You're all clear, ma'am,thank you.
      What's the purposeof your visit?
      (in French accent)NATO, Defense Minister
      of Intelligence,
      here to seethe Deputy Director.
      He is expecting me.
      [suspenseful music]
      [alarm beeping]
      Ma'am, I'm gonna need youto step aside.
      - Why, what's going on?- Ma'am, please.
      What?What?
      - This will only take a moment.- What's going on?
      Pardon, monsieur,I'm running very late.
      Sorry, Minister.
      A liaison will be down shortlyto escort you upstairs.
      Thank you for that.
      (Root)You're welcome.
      Now I'm afraid thisis where I'm get off.
      The entire building is shieldedin copper mesh.
      It's a Faraday cage.No signals in or out.
      (Root)I've still got some work to doon the NATO security database.
      I'll see you backon the outside.
      That's if I make it back.
      (Root)Think positive, Harry.
      (Reese)The NSA?
      How did Finchget inside the Shadow Factory?
      (Shaw)Crypto-nerds with an earup everyone's ass.
      Orwell was too optimistic.
      (Reese)Three layer security.
      S barricade, armed guard shack,and a manned .50 cal bunker.
      You want the guard shackor the .50 cal?
      You kidding me?
      In less than 30 seconds,we'd be overrun
      by army MPs, NSA Police,and contract triggers.
      Oh, that's strange.
      The Lat-Long the Machinesent us actually
      points to that monstrositynext door.
      (Reese)That's a recycling plantfor the NSA's churn and burn.
      Well, that's one hellof a paper shredder.
      (Reese)Turns all their classified docsinto pizza boxes.
      A lot of trucks goingin and out.
      Yeah, exactly.
      [tense music]
      ♪ ♪
      [scanner beeps]
      [scanner buzzes]
      Ah!
      [scanner beeps and buzzes]
      Is there a problem, sir?
      Oh, for some reason, thisscanner is not recognizing me.
      You have security clearancefor this floor, sir?
      Of course, it's justthis infernal machine.
      [machine beeps]
      (Finch)Ah, there we go.
      Damn thingis always glitching on me.
      The electrons.
      Have a nice day.
      ♪ ♪
      [suspenseful music]
      ♪ ♪
      [keyboard clacking]
      [computer beeping]
      ♪ ♪
      [tense music]
      ♪ ♪
      (Reese)Burn bag chutesfor classified docs.
      Empties outinto a churning vat.
      Well, if we're gonna getto Finch, that's our way in.
      Come on.
      [door squeaks]
      What?
      You're claustrophobic?
      Just remember what happened
      to that fat German kidin Willy Wonka.
      Get back.
      Once we're inside,
      we are gonna need covers.
      Copy that.[gun cocks]
      ♪ ♪
      [somber music]
      ♪ ♪
      I wish there was another way.
      ♪ ♪
      I'm sorry.
      ♪ ♪
      [gun cocks]
      Not another word,Mr. Finch.
      [dramatic music]
      ♪ ♪
      (Fusco)Where the hell are you guys?
      The bodies I founddown in those tunnels?
      The Feds are inon the whole thing.
      Call me.
      ♪ ♪
      Moron.
      You just wouldn't listen,would you?
      ♪ ♪
      (Travers)Welcome to the operation center,Mr. Finch.
      ♪ ♪
      Bonjour, Harold.
      We've been expecting you.
      I understand you uploadedyour stolen virus
      onto the NSA's intranet.
      Seems you almost succeededin launching it.
      Looks like he had some help.
      From your precious Machine,no doubt.
      You think you've won,but you haven't.
      What I think, Harold,
      is that it's time we hadanother talk.
      (Greer)Our game of cat and mouseseems to be coming to an end.
      (Finch)I don't consider this a game,and it's not over yet.
      Isn't it?
      You uploaded the virus,
      but you didn't activate it.
      That requires your voice.
      You think the Machinecan't replicate my voice?
      I imagine it could.
      But does your Machineknow the password?
      Or more importantly,
      does it know what would happenif the virus is launched?
      Have you told itthe truth, Harold?
      That it may destroy Samaritan,
      but it would kill your Machineas well.
      [dramatic music]
      ♪ ♪
      I'm sure the Machine hassurmised as much already.
      And it understands that somesacrifices are as unavoidable
      as they are necessary.
      But do you understand, Harold?
      That's why you hesitated,isn't it?
      You don't want to murderyour creation.
      The one you resurrectedfrom the dead.
      Well, Samaritandoesn't want that either.
      Oh, how is that?
      When you've tried to destroythe Machine at every turn?
      Not true.
      Samaritan was distraughtwhen it appeared
      that your ASIhad been extinguished.
      They may be at odds,
      but they're the only two godsof their kind.
      And the next stepon the evolutionary ladder.
      That next stepcannot be taken
      at the expenseof the current one.
      Come with me, Harold.I want to show you something.
      ♪ ♪
      Now that it's justthe two of us,
      how about you tell mewhat you really know
      about my organization?
      I know your peopleare behind the bodies.
      But I don't know why.
      I also know a blond bearded guyis the killer.
      Jeff Blackwell.
      That's not bad, Detective.
      But you're only half right.
      The bodies are on me.
      You put downall those people?
      It had to be done.
      You're a lunatic.
      [chuckles]
      Don't worry, Detective.I got your back.
      When they pull the bulletsout of your body,
      they'll match those foundin all the others.
      It'll look like you gottoo close to the serial killer,
      and you wound upone of his victims.
      You'll die a hero.
      [dramatic music]
      (Greer)For a genius,you are truly obstinate
      in the face of evidence.
      How can you deny the goodthat Samaritan has done?
      (Greer)Global food distribution,preemptive health screening.
      (Finch)So there are peopleyou've helped.
      What about the peopleyou've killed?
      A small minority, Mr. Finch.
      And all to effecta greater good.
      (Travers)We sorted them.
      Reallocated resources, removedinefficiencies, obstacles...
      Whistleblowers.Truth tellers.
      It's not truth.
      It's ignorance.
      We're dragging humanityto a higher plane.
      An ASI is the only thingthat can save this planet.
      Or get us to another one,if need be.
      Humanity has always managedto survive on its own.
      With a little helpfrom the gods.
      A flood is coming.
      The Great Filter.
      And Samaritan is building an arkfor us to board, two by two.
      Oh?Which species gets left behind?
      Those that cannot adapt.
      Samaritan wants a companionas well, Harold.
      Your Machine.
      Come.
      Your cover.
      [suspenseful music]
      ♪ ♪
      Shaw.
      This room number correspondswith part of the sequence
      the Machine sent us in D.C.
      Let's see what'sbehind door number one.
      [door buzzes]
      ♪ ♪
      NSA's evidence lock-up.
      What was the last number lefton that sequence?
      80211.
      Those are specs for wirelesscommunications, Wi-Fi.
      A modem?
      A wireless modem.Here.
      ♪ ♪
      Comes with some impressiveauspices.
      Why would the Machine point us
      to somethingwe could find at Target?
      Maybe because it needs somethingin here, not out there.
      A network to reach Finch.
      We're gonna need a NIPRNet lineto the outside.
      (Man)Hey, what are you doing in here?
      Oh, hey, yeah--we're just--
      we were just lookingfor some bad guys.
      We got a breach,evidence room.
      [gunshots]
      Look at that.Found one.
      We need to move now.
      Sorry, pal.
      I'm giving you the opportunityto save your Machine,
      which you so clearly loveand loves you in return.
      For what purpose?
      Samaritan would consideryour Machine a much-needed peer
      for what promisesto be a fantastic voyage.
      This virus you uploaded
      is nothing but a tragic mistake.
      Tell me, afterit's eradicated both ASIs,
      what then?
      Then we go back to lettinghumanity determine its own fate.
      Surely you're not that naive.
      You know another ASIwould soon arise.
      Not for certain I don't,and neither do you.
      Proliferation is inevitable.
      - So is progress.- Progress?
      That eliminates free willand renders humanity irrelevant?
      You've gone mad.
      Sir, there's beena security breach.
      We've got five men down.
      How many hostiles?
      Two.A man and a woman.
      A response team'sbeen dispatched.
      You are the problem.
      Samaritan's code was conceivedby Arthur Claypool,
      who was a good man.
      You have corrupted it.
      I didn't corrupt Samaritan anymore than I can control it now.
      That would be like the apescontrolling us.
      It's impossible.
      Let go, Harold.
      Join us.
      Ceding controlis not the answer,
      because you will never know
      if Samaritan has any realconcern for human life,
      for all human lives.
      And that is whyI will not join you
      or ever allowour machines to join.
      [chuckles]
      Thank you for answeringmy question.
      Funny, it soundedlike a demand.
      Not that question.
      But whether your Machineknows the password
      to deploy the virus.
      [dramatic music]
      From the very beginning,when you crippled your Machine,
      you denied it the same powerthat you enjoy.
      Autonomy.
      It's always requiredyour permission,
      because it never had your trust.
      And you just said it,
      you wouldn't cede control.
      That tells Samaritanthat only you know the password.
      For such a brilliant mind,
      you are a terrible chess player,
      which is why you'vealready lost.
      ♪ ♪
      [lock clicks]
      [whooshing]
      Two pieces trapped on a board.
      (Greer)Despite your lessonsto the Machine,
      the life of a pawn is not worththe same as a queen.
      This room is soundproofed.
      No microphones,no way to activate the virus.
      The fire suppression systemwill suck the oxygen
      from this room within seconds.
      Samaritan will kill you too.
      The queen sacrifice.
      So be it.
      Be at peace, Harold.
      We have created a new world,
      with our livesand now with our deaths,
      Samaritan's survival is ensured,
      as is life's evolution.
      [wheezes]
      History will revere us.
      ♪ ♪
      [gasping]
      ♪ ♪
      [pained gasping and wheezing]
      [dramatic music]
      ♪ ♪
      ♪ ♪
      [rasping]
      ♪ ♪
      Three...Eight...
      Five...Eight.
      [wheezing]
      ♪ ♪
      [heaving gasp]
      [cell phone ringing]
      [panting]
      ♪ ♪
      (Root)Harold?
      I'm here.
      (Root)Are you okay?
      I'm here...yes.
      Yes.
      [panting]
      Thanks to you.
      (Root)Don't thank me.
      Shaw and the big lug founda way in to reconnect us.
      Aren't reunions nice?
      Are Mr. Reese and Ms. Shawin danger?
      (Root)Of course they are.But so are you, Harry.
      You're free to come totheir aid,
      but you might forfeityour only chance
      to deploy the virusinto Samaritan.
      And you've always known,
      John has been on borrowed time.
      (Finch)You need a purpose.
      More specifically,you need a job.
      (Woman)Sorry to have to tell you this,but Jessica died.
      (Finch)I'm so sorry.
      (Jessica)You told me to wait for you,
      and say those words,and I will.
      (Root)He saved her.Jessica.
      The love of his life.
      He left the CIA in timeto confront her husband, Peter.
      But while Reese's actionssaved her,
      they also showed her a darknessshe'd never seen in him before.
      It terrified her.
      After Jessica turned him away,
      he had nothing.
      No purpose.
      His body washed up on theshoreline of the East River
      a few months later.
      Take me to them.
      [suspenseful music]
      - It's a dead end.- Apt description.
      (Finch) Mr. Reese, Ms. Shaw. - Finch?
      (Finch)You'll want to removeyour earwigs.
      What, why?
      (Finch)I trust you can shootin the dark.
      Get down!
      [high pitched frequency sounds]
      [gunshots]
      All of Fort Meade will beon our asses in seconds.
      (Finch)In that case,I suggest you keep moving.
      That's easy for you to say.
      [doors clank]
      [dramatic percussive music]
      ♪ ♪
      This way.
      ♪ ♪
      Orders.
      (Man)East corridor.Eliminate all targets.
      We got Samaritan Opsin droves.
      Safe bet Greer's here.
      He is,but he's no longer a threat.
      - Why not?- He's dead.
      What?
      He sacrificed himselfin an attempt to stop me.
      From doing what?
      Cleaning the slate.
      The Machine's triggereda bomb thread.
      They're evacuating the building.
      If you turn right,when you leave this room,
      you'll see the south exitat the end of the corridor.
      There'll be a car waiting there.
      Let it drive for you.
      You have two minutes.
      We're not leaving herewithout you.
      6:00.
      (Shaw)We got company.
      Harold, get back.
      [gunshots]
      ♪ ♪
      [men grunting]
      ♪ ♪
      [gunshots]
      ♪ ♪
      Thanks.
      That guy was gettingon my nerves.
      Finch?
      [tense music]
      Finch!
      [doors clanking]
      [lock clicking]
      ♪ ♪
      Go now.Hurry.
      Damn you, Finch.
      Good-bye, John.
      Careful,it's slippery down here.
      Thanks for your concern.
      You realize this isn't personal,Detective.
      You just backed the wrong horse.
      Yeah, well, it's a good thingthe race ain't over yet.
      See, there's your biggest flaw.
      An unwillingnessto see the world has changed.
      Trust me,that's not my biggest flaw.
      See, even your sense of humor nolonger has a place in the world.
      Sadly, neither do you.
      Yeah, well, I don't wantany part of a world
      where you're the good guy.
      So noted, Detective.
      Sorry.
      [tense music]
      ♪ ♪
      [dramatic music]
      ♪ ♪
      [gun clicks]
      You should have been checking mefor a vest
      instead of running your mouthso much.
      So what now, Detective?
      That's a good question.
      See, you and me,
      we aren't alike.
      We aren't alike at all.
      You're some kind of new breed.
      The kind that would kill meif I gave you the chance.
      So the question is,
      if I let you live,
      is that the end of me?
      End of my family?
      Or do I play by your rules
      and just make you disappear?
      (Man)We have an active shooter.
      (Root)Reese and Shawhave made it to safety.
      Thank you.
      (Root)You okay, Harry?
      Why did you show methose simulations?
      (Root)I knew you were still unsureabout deploying the virus,
      because of whatit would mean for me.
      So I showed you a worldwithout your Machine
      to help you with your decision.
      But it remains just that--
      your decision.
      But the world without you wasn'tdefinitely better or worse
      than the onewe currently inhabit.
      It was just...different.
      (Root)Are you sure, Harold?
      I don't understand.
      (Root)Well, there's one moresimulation I can show you.
      [somber music]
      Now might bean appropriate time.
      In addition to eradicatingterrorism threats,
      we've also seen municipalcrime plummet,
      unemployment rates fall,
      and increased efficiencies
      in both educationand medicine.
      No one's arguingwith the results
      of your littlescience experiment.
      But some of my colleaguesin Congress have concerns.
      Concerns, Senator?
      And what might those be?
      That your system hasexceeded its mandate.
      Its mandateis to keep society safe.
      By watching and reportingfrom the sidelines,
      not stepping into the game.
      Samaritan follows no mandateother than its own.
      That attitude won't win manyhearts and minds back in D.C.
      Senator Garrison,you're tired.
      Go back to Washington,
      and tell your colleaguesto focus on their jobs
      while they still have them.
      [dramatic music]
      ♪ ♪
      Sir, if you don't mind myasking, is everything okay?
      Perfectly fine, Ms. Groves.
      The senatoris merely a messenger
      bearing news of resistance
      from those who still cling
      to the grand illusionof democracy.
      [scoffs]
      They'll never truly appreciateall that Samaritan's given them.
      They're not capable.
      They're just bad code.
      Speaking of bad code,
      I fear the senator has outlivedhis usefulness.
      I'll take care of that, sir.
      So Samaritan would have cometo exist, regardless.
      (Root)Yes, and would have extendedits invisible reach
      into every corner of society,
      eliminating anyonewho dared question
      its vision of the world,
      because there would be nothingand no one
      to stand in its way.
      Now I understand.
      (Root)What is it?
      I promised youI would never hurt you again.
      (Root)I know.
      But in breaking this promise,
      you'll be helping to fulfilla much larger one.
      ♪ ♪
      [computer beeping and humming]
      [somber music]
      ♪ ♪
      I'm aware of that.
      I'm also aware that life,humanity, will endure,
      whether or notmy Machine exists.
      The same cannot be saidof a world under your control.
      My Machine--her purpose has been constant:
      to protect and save humanity.
      It's what she's doing now.
      ♪ ♪
      [tense music]
      (Root)Eight letters.
      Your decision, Harold.
      Eight letters?
      You knew all along.
      (Root)Maybe I know youbetter than yourself.
      ♪ ♪
      Dashwood.
      [dramatic music]
      (Root)Now we can go.
      Thank you.
      ♪ ♪