Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 3, Episode 22 - A House Divided - full transcript
Decima has completed its beta test of Samaritan and has now shut it down temporarily as Greer has to get the politicos, namely Garrison, to buy into the need to purchase it in the name of national security. Greer needs this to happen as they require the government feeds for Samaritan to operate properly. With Finch now being held by Greer and Decima, Reese believes that their first priority should be to retrieve him. However, Root, in her continuing contact with the Machine, convinces Reese and Shaw that the Machine is telling her that Finch, for the time being, is safe, and that they have to deal with the next number. As the Machine does not have an overall picture of what will happen, it provides five numbers for the team to investigate on its behalf. Some of those numbers are for people familiar to the team, which gives them a good idea if these numbers are the targets or the perpetrators. The fifth number is one who they have to do some digging to discover the person's identity. But as they work through the process, they will find that they must get into bed with unusual bedfellows all in the name of the bigger goal. Meanwhile, Root enlists some special help with her specific task. Finch and Greer, being together, have a philosophical chat about what they see as the purpose of their respective machines. And in flashbacks, the reason behind Collier being involved with Vigilance is presented.
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I like your plane, Frankie.
He put it together himself.
Okay, but you better eat your
vegetables tonight, Frankie boy.
That kid.
Such a little Hooligan.
Just like his old man.
You were the one
who toilet papered
the neighbor's house
right before a thunderstorm,
until ma busted you.
Marched me over there
to apologize.
Mm-hmm,
whining and crying.
Took you, like, a week
to clean it all up.
Getting partial custody's
done you good, Jess.
Every other weekend
and a day each week.
Frankie doesn't have to hear
his ma and me hollering
at each other.
Can't complain.
And you're dry.
Get my two-year chip
in... three weeks.
You coming to the meeting?
Wouldn't miss it.
- If you have class or something...
- Mm-mm.
Don't.
You're the reason
I can afford law school anyway.
I'm just doing it
for the bragging rights.
My brother the lawyer.
How about...
your brother the prosecutor?
You know?
That's what I really wanna do.
Jesse Brandt?
Who are you?
FBI, sir.
You need to come with us.
What? Why?
We have a warrant
for your arrest.
It's okay, son.
You stay with your uncle Peter.
What are the charges?
I asked you a question.
We don't need to answer
your question, sir.
National Security exception.
Read the warrant.
My brother's
an airline mechanic.
You got the wrong guy!
Jesse, it's gonna be fine.
I'll get this sorted out, okay?
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You need to talk to us, Otto.
All we wanna know is...
Why do these Decima guys
keep killing themselves?
It's for the insurance.
Each agent gets a policy
when they join the organization.
Get caught, get nothing.
Have an accident...
Their next of kin
gets a payday.
Well, Mr. Payday there
was our last lead on Finch.
We're back to square one.
The machine says we have
other things to worry about.
Greer has Finch.
He's the only thing
we have to worry about.
I understand
how you feel, John.
But she assured me Harold's not
in immediate danger.
And we have a larger threat
at hand.
You wanna expand on that?
She can't see the full picture.
Well, how can we help
when the machine can't even see
what's going on?
We'll be her eyes and ears.
I apologize for the...
unpleasant accommodation.
It's truly a pleasure to put
a face to the name, Mr. Finch.
I've been wanting to meet you
for a long time now.
What is it that you want,
Mr. Greer?
I want to talk
about the future.
And who more qualified
for that conversation
than the father
of artificial intelligence?
An unintended side effect
of an altruistic goal.
Altruism?
Funny.
I'd always imagined it was
about the power of creation.
I've felt it myself.
Your endeavor
to bring Samaritan online
is a grave error in judgment.
You must've known
this moment would come.
Or did you think nobody else
could accomplish what you did,
that you were unique?
I must admit
you played everyone
very well...
right up until this moment.
And now your God
has disappeared,
operating on its own accord.
Children can be
so disappointing.
The world needs structure,
Mr. Finch...
and Samaritan
will provide that.
I'd beware of false idols,
Mr. Greer.
If you were so confident
that Samaritan was functional,
why did you go to such
great lengths to find me?
To keep an eye on you.
As the father of AI,
you're the only man in the world
who can destroy it.
Where does that leave us then?
Right here.
Until the moment
Samaritan opens its eyes.
And then the world...
will no longer need you.
Did you just steal a dead man's keys?
She asked me to.
Can I borrow your knife, John?
While Decima's too clever
to use GPS...
The satellite radio
has a GPS transponder.
The boys might be able
to pull off some data,
find out
where our recently deceased
Decima friend has been.
The boys?
Hey, shut the door.
It's freezing.
I know them!
They helped you rescue me
from Collier.
You're that government hit man
that made me pull out my molars.
That's messed up.
Relax, Casey.
I'm retired.
What are they doing here, Root?
Daizo, Jason, Daniel, and I
have been on the road
collecting certain...
contraband
in the Tri-Cities.
That sounds both vague
and dangerous.
I was hoping we could use
your safe house, John,
seeing as we went
to all the trouble
of saving them
in the first place.
And as much as I'd love
some girl talk,
you need to go
to The Carlton Hotel.
And, uh,
why do I need a satphone?
Trust me.
Quite the winter we're having.
I don't supposed you're here
to sell me
- on global climate change.
- Hmm.
It would be nice if we could
prepare for the future
instead of trying to clean up
after the past.
I'm meeting
with the president's
intelligence advisor today.
Use the beta test results
to convince them.
Samaritan is a sleeping giant.
We need those feeds
to awaken it.
I'm working on it.
Don't worry, Mr. Greer.
They still wanna buy
your system.
Samaritan is not for sale,
Senator.
Decima will retain ownership.
We will provide you
the critical information.
You want me to give
a private corporation access
to the government feeds--
to 300 million Americans--
just so you can sell
the information back to us?
Samaritan is far superior
to your last endeavor.
It'll answer
all your questions,
it won't create riddles.
There'll be no numbers
to sort through.
No uncertainties
about culpability.
Just pure unfettered
information.
Why would we agree to that?
If we don't own the system,
what exactly do we get?
Plausible deniability.
Samaritan is privately owned
by a third party,
one that can shoulder the blame
for your next
civil liberties scandal.
And if I say no?
Those are my terms, Senator.
You must ask yourself this.
Do you wanna prevent
acts of terror...
or do you wanna stay in the dark
and watch your country burn?
That's all of 'em.
Good.
Get to work, boys.
You got your hands
on seven Samaritan servers.
You find anything on them?
No, but they'll definitely
find us
if we don't get this right.
How long?
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Ask Jason for help
if you need it.
He's very good at getting
into complex systems.
You'll need this later.
You're coming with me.
Greenfield's not the only one
who can get
into complex systems.
I can help them
if you fill me in, Root.
Not now, John.
I need you for something else.
Root, I'm at The Carlton.
What now?
The machine doesn't know
exactly what it's looking for,
so you'll need to tell me
what you see.
I spy...
government license plates.
Secret Service.
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The machine must be
seeing clearly now.
We're getting numbers.
Oh, my...
Five of them.
And I know the first one
by heart.
Control.
That's whose number we got?
Control understands
how the machine works.
So she's covering her tracks.
Well, the machine saw something.
And if Control is behind it,
then it's something bad.
Sync and corrections by n17t01
Is this really
what the machine asked us to do,
drink very bad coffee with...
unemployed college graduates?
Patience, John.
Are you in, Shaw?
15th floor,
just like you asked.
You wanna tell me
where I'm going?
First door, down on your left.
You'll need to let yourself in.
Oh, you might wanna use
your silencer.
Don't.
Next time your
all-seeing other half
wants me to break into a room
filled with Secret Service guys
a little heads up
would be great.
She knows
you can handle yourself.
Okay, so we've got eyes and ears
on Control.
She's with some
guy-- tall, gray hair.
Very serious.
Senator Ross Garrison,
our second number.
Have their other friends
arrived yet?
That woman's got friends?
You want me to help Greer,
the man who stole Samaritan
from me?
Let's put your ego aside
for a moment, shall we?
Ross, I know that Samaritan
is an excellent plan B.
I just don't like having
to pay for something
that belongs to me
in the first place.
I accept
that you lost the battle
so we can win the war.
Besides,
money isn't the issue here.
I've seen the black budget.
You've got plenty.
What we need
are the government feeds,
and that's going
to take some convincing.
I don't control the way the
congressional winds blow, Ross.
I really think
that's your arena.
I'm handling congress.
But we need Rivera on board.
The president's bulldog.
I need you to use your...
special insight
to convince him
of the program's merits.
There is intel
from Samaritan's beta test
that you'll find useful.
What do I get in return?
An open system,
one owned by a private entity
that gives us
plausible deniability
while we continue
to protect our country
from terrorist attacks.
You've been doing the job
for years.
There's no one better
at this game than you.
This is not a game,
this is National Security.
Why don't you
let me see the intel?
Are you two hearing this?
They're ready to get
in bed with Decima
and go all 1984 on us.
I mean... more than usual.
Let me just shoot 'em now.
We still don't know if they're
the perpetrators yet, Shaw.
You're joking.
It's Control.
She almost killed you, Root.
And me and Harold.
Should I continue?
We all make mistakes.
Look at the front door.
What do you see?
More government plates.
- These our other numbers?
- Yes.
Head of the NSA,
General Kyle Holcombe,
and Manuel Rivera,
Senior Advisor to the President.
And what about
the fifth number?
That's one's still
a question mark.
Okay, so...
just to confirm,
you're saying
I can't kill Control yet.
Stay the course, Sameen.
Fine.
But just remember I told you so
when all this goes pear-shaped.
You ready to have some fun?
I thought you'd never ask.
Who is he?
I have no idea.
Have you ever seen
a newborn foal
trying to stand
for the first time?
Those trembling legs
trying to balance,
shaking until the moment
it finds itself on all fours.
Seeing a child walk
for the first time...
is something extraordinary.
But you watched
your child stand
and then you hobbled it.
You could never understand.
You're a destroyer,
not a creator.
I'm listening, Mr. Finch.
The machine...
it started developing abilities
I never expected,
things I hadn't yet
programmed it to do.
And there wasn't
an algorithm in the world
that could control
its exponential growth.
And by the time
I figured one out myself
it would've been too late.
- Too late for what?
- Isn't that just the question?
Having built something
significantly smarter
than myself,
how could I possibly
anticipate its evolution?
Hmm.
Uncertainty.
Your personal abyss.
I built the machine
to save lives,
but how could I be certain
that it wouldn't one day
determine that all of humanity
was irrelevant?
Please, you cannot
allow Samaritan to go online.
The consequences
of an open system
will be devastating.
The father became fearful
of his son,
so he wounded him.
A tale told time and again.
I don't think of Samaritan
as a child.
I'm not that presumptuous.
But I plan to celebrate
its brilliance...
not muzzle it.
It's pure hubris to think
that you can control
something so powerful.
Whoever said
I wanted to control it?
I'm only here because
we're friends, Ross.
The President has made it
very clear
he will not risk his hide
on another surveillance program.
Neither will I.
Mr. Rivera, if I may--
You certainly may.
You've been the one
running this program.
It's high time
you explained yourself.
Do you know how many hours
I've spent
running interference for
this Northern Lights debacle?
Every civil liberties group
from New York to Hong Kong
has their panties in a twist
over this damn thing.
As unfortunate as that is,
we still need to protect
our country.
You want me to ask
the leader of the free world
to approve another domestic
surveillance program
when people are still learning
the dirty little secrets
of the old one?
I'm not biting.
Mr. Rivera, you have kids,
am I right?
- Your point?
- They go to Country Day School.
Again, your point?
It's a terrific school,
top notch.
It's in Georgetown
near 27th and O Street.
What if I told you that,
a year ago,
Northern Lights prevented a
terrorist attack in Georgetown?
An operator of ours
intercepted and executed
that would-be terrorist.
She found him sitting
in an unmarked Sedan
with a radiological bomb.
It was made from the cesium
that he stole
from a dental
X-ray machine.
You're making up ghost stories
to force my hand.
- I would've heard about this.
- No, you wouldn't have.
We don't send out
a press release
every time we save lives,
we can't.
And while the public
shouts from the rooftops
about their civil liberties...
they do so
under the protective bubble
of the very program in which
they're railing against,
the one that saves them
from terrorist attacks
every single day,
international and domestic.
Vigilance. I was
briefed on this group.
We don't know
who they're targeting next,
but this group never
does anything small.
They're set to strike
in the next 24 hours.
The only way
that we can stop this attack
is for us to get
the government feeds back up
and allow Samaritan
to do its job.
Unless of course you want to...
ignore the facts,
and you can handle
the cleanup duty
once there's
a national tragedy.
I'll read through this.
Take your time.
Unfortunately I've just run out.
I've got a meeting across town.
I'll check in
with you later, Manuel.
Control just went in
for the full-court press
on total world domination.
Can I kill her now?
Not yet.
Listen, whatever you're selling
I'm not interested.
Oh, he's not selling anything.
We just have a few questions
for you.
Probably shouldn't move.
It'll bleed more.
Niall Jacobs, New York license.
Why are you important, Niall?
Fed pigs.
Always ten steps behind.
Guess he's not government.
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What is it?
A Stuxnet-based virus.
What did this creative
genius make?
Looks like
a self-replicating worm.
Designed to attack
what kind of system?
A proprietary
micro-switcher.
But for what...
she doesn't know.
Expensive hardware...
hiding in plain sight.
Well trained.
You're Vigilance.
Did you say Vigilance?
Because...
they're here.
It must be to kill Control
and the others.
I'm not a big fan of
kicking a guy when he's down,
but...
sometimes it does the trick.
Now tell us your plan.
I only know my part.
That's why we're going to win.
We're smarter than you
and your fascist friends.
You're too late
to stop it from happening.
Stop what?
The Revolution.
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Why is it taking so long?
It has been two weeks.
Your brother's under federal
investigation, Mr. Brandt.
They haven't charged him,
they haven't even allowed him
to speak without an attorney.
You are breaking every rule
that ensures due process,
and do not give me that National
Security exception crap.
You and I both know
that law was intended
for immediate threats.
Jesse very well may be one.
My brother's never broken a law
in his life.
He works 60 hours a week,
he pays his rent on time,
he's a good father.
I'm telling you
you got the wrong guy.
Look...
you're a bright guy.
And you obviously
love your brother...
very much.
I respect that.
But sometimes
the people we love the most
make the worst decisions.
Jesse has connections
to a man named Aziz Al-Ibrahim.
Al-Ibrahim's cousin
was part of an Islamist
terrorist group
that tried to blow up
an American embassy in Egypt
on March 11th.
Well, this is just a picture.
Then let me add to it.
We're not even Muslim.
I mean,
this doesn't make any sense.
Two years ago your brother
made some changes in his life.
He'd been drinking,
his wife left him.
But then, Jesse
turned his life around.
Sometimes when we hit bottom...
we ask the wrong people
for help--
people who use
our weaknesses against us,
get us to do things
that we never thought we could.
Or would.
Well, this...
this can't be true.
Surveillance doesn't lie,
Mr. Brandt.
If we're going
up against Vigilance,
we're gonna need more ammo.
I took some
from our coffee shop friend
before Lionel picked him up.
We should be okay
until our next stop.
Terrific.
More errands.
We're fighting
two invisible enemies, John.
Decima and Vigilance know
about the machine.
These groups are clever,
blinding her to their actions.
Then get that brain trust
of yours on it.
I'm getting tired
of the machine's runaround
when Finch is still out there.
Where are you?
Gimme a timetable.
She's asking for an ETA.
Yeah, we've run into a couple
of kinks with the hardware.
We've had to retrofit
everything.
How much time, Daniel?
At least two hours.
What about
the geo-locator data?
Daizo's still working on it.
You don't wanna tell me
where we're going, fine.
But I wanna know
what those groupies of yours
are working on.
Something to
slow down our enemies.
Do you have what we need?
Got it this morning.
Shaw?
I think it's time you had a chat
with your old boss.
I'm on it.
We'll chat about
how I'm gonna kill her.
Use your words.
Okay, so she's the victim
this time.
- But what about the next?
- Listen, Shaw.
If Control's
in touch with Greer,
she'll lead us to Harold.
Your trigger finger gets itchy,
we'll get nothing and he dies.
Low blow, Reese.
- Agent Shaw.
- Ma'am.
Long time no gunfire.
You know this woman?
You remember the operator
who took out the terrorist
near your children's school?
What do you want?
I can't believe
what I'm about to say.
I'm here to rescue you.
Root.
You have an update for me,
Jason?
Jason and I combed
through the virus's code.
It's targeting
custom-built micro-switchers
- sold to one company.
- Which one?
The power company.
Help Shaw.
Hurry.
You're in danger.
- All of you.
- You received our numbers.
Garrison's too.
Thought you were the perp
at first since, well...
you've stung a lotta frogs,
ma'am.
Why are you protecting us?
'Cause that's part of the... plan.
For the greater good,
or something like that.
Look, honestly,
I really don't know.
I just know something bad's
gonna happen.
Shaw, I'm heading your way.
Reese? What the hell was that?
You know that bad thing
that was gonna happen?
I think it just did.
How's he holding up?
He won't talk about it.
I just don't understand.
Jesse had been doing so well.
I know.
That arrest did him in, Pete.
How do they just put someone
in jail like that
and not tell you anything?
Maybe if I hadn't taken
full custody
- after they let him out...
- Hey.
He was drinking.
You were protecting your son.
It's not your fault
Jesse killed himself.
We're all responsible
for our own actions.
I'ma go sit with Frankie.
I didn't mean to interrupt.
I just wanted to tell you
how terribly sorry I am
for your loss.
What are you doing here?
Jesse and I were friends.
Oh, really?
Then why don't I know you?
He was my sponsor.
I'd be dead
if it wasn't for Jesse.
He saved my life
in so many ways.
I wish
I had been there for him.
Why weren't you?
A distant relative
caused problems for my family.
We barely knew him, but...
that doesn't matter now.
Your brother
was the most decent man
I've ever known.
That's for you, my friend.
- Oh, I can't.
- So you know...
that even though
your brother killed himself,
he saved someone else.
A series of power failures...
Cause of the grid failure...
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Are you warm enough,
Mr. Finch?
I'm fine.
I always think of my youth
when the power goes out.
Blackouts were a...
everyday occurrence.
The blitz.
German air raids
lasted nine months.
Felt like years.
You must've been very young.
My mother and I
used to sleep in the tube
along with many other families.
One night we were late
getting to the station.
And I saw the sunset
for the first time in...
months.
Hmm.
It was the most beautiful thing
I'd ever seen.
But it wasn't a sunset at all.
The sky was on fire.
Is that why you joined
the military?
A high probability, given
what I've learned about you
and your interest
in National Security.
By the time I was an adult...
wars were no longer
quite so straightforward.
You were MI6.
The era of the nation-state
is over, Mr. Finch.
There are no more borders.
Or hadn't you noticed?
I think
you're overestimating the power
of artificial intelligence.
We both know
that that is impossible.
How often alliances shift
in times of war.
Not that those alliances...
ever truly exist.
They're an illusion.
Like seeing a sunset
in a sky of flames.
What is it you expect
from Samaritan?
I want to live under
a more just rule.
Samaritan will never sleep
with its secretary,
or embezzle money
from its campaign fund.
Its decisions will be based
on pure logic.
Now... that's a leader
deserving of our vote.
Okay, who's strapped?
Ma'am?
I thought my protection detail
would be all the fire power
I needed today.
Okay.
Well, then you're behind me.
You too, Rivera.
Flank right, General.
Let's roll.
They're behind us!
General!
Let's move.
I'm coming down.
Start the generator.
Take care of her!
Sorry I'm late.
No, as far as I'm concerned
you were right on time.
Where's Root?
And what the hell happened
with the lights?
Vigilance uploaded a virus
into the power grid.
Where's Control?
Collier got her and Rivera.
But he took 'em alive.
Vigilance has
something else planned.
Yeah, but what?
Are the boys finished
with the servers yet?
- We're almost there.
- Minutes away.
I just had to ride up here
for a bit.
It was starting to smell
like dude back there.
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Oh...
There you are.
What'd your friend say?
I have to warn them.
You're not gonna believe me,
Hersh.
But we're not here
to kill Control.
We're here to save her.
You can lie
better than that, Shaw.
Just 'cause you stopped
listening to the numbers
doesn't mean
they've stopped coming.
Why didn't Vigilance
just kill them?
That's a good question.
Now's not a good time.
Remember when I said
Finch wasn't in imminent danger?
I may have been a little hasty.
In good news...
I know who the fifth number
belongs to.
It was tucked away
under several aliases, but...
even MI6 can't hide from her.
Mr. Greer.
And Greer has Finch.
Which means that Vigilance
is about to have him
unless we can get to him first.
You won't make it there
in time.
Well, where's "there," Root?
Still too hard to see.
Then how are we supposed
to find him?
The machine doesn't know.
But Hersh does.
Be careful, Shaw.
Where's Finch?
You think I know?
My friend is never wrong,
which is...
as annoying as that sounds.
Decima.
You know where to find them?
Why would I trust you?
I haven't shot you yet
and you did try to kill me.
Well, he did kill me.
Those were my orders.
Besides, you got me back, Shaw.
Oh, not even close.
I drugged you.
I left you with your heart
still beating.
I think
we're getting off topic.
You're right.
We need to work together
to save Finch.
We save our friend,
then we help you
rescue Control.
Reese.
It's the right move.
Your turn, Shaw.
Not on your life, George.
Well, there's no way
this could go wrong.
You're late.
You try getting across town
in a blackout.
Who's that?
That is the most important man
in the world, Senator,
the father of the new age.
My team just got word
that Vigilance kidnapped
my colleagues.
We need to get out of the city.
I'm afraid
we won't have enough time.
Senator Garrison.
You know...
your men should really encrypt
their text messages.
Or avoid them altogether.
Kidnapping a senator
will get you life.
Mr. Greer.
Pleasure to make
your acquaintance.
Well, now...
I'm not usually a fan
of surprises,
but this...
this is one
I'll happily except.
Harold, is it?
You know, our last conversation
was so rudely interrupted
and I still have
so many questions for you.
You're coming with us.
So where is Langdon?
He took a job in DC,
but I'm familiar
with your brother's case.
The man you thought
he was working with
turned out to be
just a friend from AA.
My brother wasn't a terrorist.
I heard what happened
with your brother,
and I am terribly sorry
for your loss.
Don't give me your platitudes,
all right?
You people are the reason
he killed himself.
- We had evidence--
- You had nothing!
You locked him up
under some loophole
until it destroyed him!
He lost his job,
he lost his family.
Innuendo turned out to be just
as damaging as a conviction.
He could never be cleared...
because the government
never pressed charges.
Innocent people don't
kill themselves, Mr. Brandt.
No, people without hope do.
And you robbed him of that.
You took the wrong information
and you twisted it.
You're supposed
to lock up the criminals,
not create them.
And you took my brother's life,
so what does that make you?
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My car's out front.
Oh, you think you're driving?
Well, you're certainly
not driving.
- I'll drive.
- I'll pass.
Okay, here's the deal.
I'm gonna drive,
Reese sits in the back,
while you ride shotgun, agreed?
We're done. The
servers are ready.
Perfect timing.
Because this is as far
as you boys go.
Everything you need is inside.
That car'll take each of you
where you need to be.
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Yeah, we've come this far.
We're not leaving you now.
She's done the math.
If we go together,
you all die and... I do too.
If I go alone,
the odds improve.
Slightly.
And just where are you going
exactly?
Boys...
meet Samaritan.
They're not here.
Then where are they?
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I can't tell you how long
I've waited for this moment.
How long
we've all been waiting.
Now is the time
to expose the truth
to our fellow citizens...
The truth that has been lurking
beneath the shadows
for so long...
that their country
is no longer theirs...
That their freedoms
have been stripped away...
one camera, one cell phone,
one megabyte at a time.
Now's the time
to pull back the curtain.
Welcome to your trial,
ladies and gentlemen.
And welcome to the trial...
of the United States
Government.
Court is now in session.
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I like your plane, Frankie.
He put it together himself.
Okay, but you better eat your
vegetables tonight, Frankie boy.
That kid.
Such a little Hooligan.
Just like his old man.
You were the one
who toilet papered
the neighbor's house
right before a thunderstorm,
until ma busted you.
Marched me over there
to apologize.
Mm-hmm,
whining and crying.
Took you, like, a week
to clean it all up.
Getting partial custody's
done you good, Jess.
Every other weekend
and a day each week.
Frankie doesn't have to hear
his ma and me hollering
at each other.
Can't complain.
And you're dry.
Get my two-year chip
in... three weeks.
You coming to the meeting?
Wouldn't miss it.
- If you have class or something...
- Mm-mm.
Don't.
You're the reason
I can afford law school anyway.
I'm just doing it
for the bragging rights.
My brother the lawyer.
How about...
your brother the prosecutor?
You know?
That's what I really wanna do.
Jesse Brandt?
Who are you?
FBI, sir.
You need to come with us.
What? Why?
We have a warrant
for your arrest.
It's okay, son.
You stay with your uncle Peter.
What are the charges?
I asked you a question.
We don't need to answer
your question, sir.
National Security exception.
Read the warrant.
My brother's
an airline mechanic.
You got the wrong guy!
Jesse, it's gonna be fine.
I'll get this sorted out, okay?
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You need to talk to us, Otto.
All we wanna know is...
Why do these Decima guys
keep killing themselves?
It's for the insurance.
Each agent gets a policy
when they join the organization.
Get caught, get nothing.
Have an accident...
Their next of kin
gets a payday.
Well, Mr. Payday there
was our last lead on Finch.
We're back to square one.
The machine says we have
other things to worry about.
Greer has Finch.
He's the only thing
we have to worry about.
I understand
how you feel, John.
But she assured me Harold's not
in immediate danger.
And we have a larger threat
at hand.
You wanna expand on that?
She can't see the full picture.
Well, how can we help
when the machine can't even see
what's going on?
We'll be her eyes and ears.
I apologize for the...
unpleasant accommodation.
It's truly a pleasure to put
a face to the name, Mr. Finch.
I've been wanting to meet you
for a long time now.
What is it that you want,
Mr. Greer?
I want to talk
about the future.
And who more qualified
for that conversation
than the father
of artificial intelligence?
An unintended side effect
of an altruistic goal.
Altruism?
Funny.
I'd always imagined it was
about the power of creation.
I've felt it myself.
Your endeavor
to bring Samaritan online
is a grave error in judgment.
You must've known
this moment would come.
Or did you think nobody else
could accomplish what you did,
that you were unique?
I must admit
you played everyone
very well...
right up until this moment.
And now your God
has disappeared,
operating on its own accord.
Children can be
so disappointing.
The world needs structure,
Mr. Finch...
and Samaritan
will provide that.
I'd beware of false idols,
Mr. Greer.
If you were so confident
that Samaritan was functional,
why did you go to such
great lengths to find me?
To keep an eye on you.
As the father of AI,
you're the only man in the world
who can destroy it.
Where does that leave us then?
Right here.
Until the moment
Samaritan opens its eyes.
And then the world...
will no longer need you.
Did you just steal a dead man's keys?
She asked me to.
Can I borrow your knife, John?
While Decima's too clever
to use GPS...
The satellite radio
has a GPS transponder.
The boys might be able
to pull off some data,
find out
where our recently deceased
Decima friend has been.
The boys?
Hey, shut the door.
It's freezing.
I know them!
They helped you rescue me
from Collier.
You're that government hit man
that made me pull out my molars.
That's messed up.
Relax, Casey.
I'm retired.
What are they doing here, Root?
Daizo, Jason, Daniel, and I
have been on the road
collecting certain...
contraband
in the Tri-Cities.
That sounds both vague
and dangerous.
I was hoping we could use
your safe house, John,
seeing as we went
to all the trouble
of saving them
in the first place.
And as much as I'd love
some girl talk,
you need to go
to The Carlton Hotel.
And, uh,
why do I need a satphone?
Trust me.
Quite the winter we're having.
I don't supposed you're here
to sell me
- on global climate change.
- Hmm.
It would be nice if we could
prepare for the future
instead of trying to clean up
after the past.
I'm meeting
with the president's
intelligence advisor today.
Use the beta test results
to convince them.
Samaritan is a sleeping giant.
We need those feeds
to awaken it.
I'm working on it.
Don't worry, Mr. Greer.
They still wanna buy
your system.
Samaritan is not for sale,
Senator.
Decima will retain ownership.
We will provide you
the critical information.
You want me to give
a private corporation access
to the government feeds--
to 300 million Americans--
just so you can sell
the information back to us?
Samaritan is far superior
to your last endeavor.
It'll answer
all your questions,
it won't create riddles.
There'll be no numbers
to sort through.
No uncertainties
about culpability.
Just pure unfettered
information.
Why would we agree to that?
If we don't own the system,
what exactly do we get?
Plausible deniability.
Samaritan is privately owned
by a third party,
one that can shoulder the blame
for your next
civil liberties scandal.
And if I say no?
Those are my terms, Senator.
You must ask yourself this.
Do you wanna prevent
acts of terror...
or do you wanna stay in the dark
and watch your country burn?
That's all of 'em.
Good.
Get to work, boys.
You got your hands
on seven Samaritan servers.
You find anything on them?
No, but they'll definitely
find us
if we don't get this right.
How long?
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Ask Jason for help
if you need it.
He's very good at getting
into complex systems.
You'll need this later.
You're coming with me.
Greenfield's not the only one
who can get
into complex systems.
I can help them
if you fill me in, Root.
Not now, John.
I need you for something else.
Root, I'm at The Carlton.
What now?
The machine doesn't know
exactly what it's looking for,
so you'll need to tell me
what you see.
I spy...
government license plates.
Secret Service.
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The machine must be
seeing clearly now.
We're getting numbers.
Oh, my...
Five of them.
And I know the first one
by heart.
Control.
That's whose number we got?
Control understands
how the machine works.
So she's covering her tracks.
Well, the machine saw something.
And if Control is behind it,
then it's something bad.
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Is this really
what the machine asked us to do,
drink very bad coffee with...
unemployed college graduates?
Patience, John.
Are you in, Shaw?
15th floor,
just like you asked.
You wanna tell me
where I'm going?
First door, down on your left.
You'll need to let yourself in.
Oh, you might wanna use
your silencer.
Don't.
Next time your
all-seeing other half
wants me to break into a room
filled with Secret Service guys
a little heads up
would be great.
She knows
you can handle yourself.
Okay, so we've got eyes and ears
on Control.
She's with some
guy-- tall, gray hair.
Very serious.
Senator Ross Garrison,
our second number.
Have their other friends
arrived yet?
That woman's got friends?
You want me to help Greer,
the man who stole Samaritan
from me?
Let's put your ego aside
for a moment, shall we?
Ross, I know that Samaritan
is an excellent plan B.
I just don't like having
to pay for something
that belongs to me
in the first place.
I accept
that you lost the battle
so we can win the war.
Besides,
money isn't the issue here.
I've seen the black budget.
You've got plenty.
What we need
are the government feeds,
and that's going
to take some convincing.
I don't control the way the
congressional winds blow, Ross.
I really think
that's your arena.
I'm handling congress.
But we need Rivera on board.
The president's bulldog.
I need you to use your...
special insight
to convince him
of the program's merits.
There is intel
from Samaritan's beta test
that you'll find useful.
What do I get in return?
An open system,
one owned by a private entity
that gives us
plausible deniability
while we continue
to protect our country
from terrorist attacks.
You've been doing the job
for years.
There's no one better
at this game than you.
This is not a game,
this is National Security.
Why don't you
let me see the intel?
Are you two hearing this?
They're ready to get
in bed with Decima
and go all 1984 on us.
I mean... more than usual.
Let me just shoot 'em now.
We still don't know if they're
the perpetrators yet, Shaw.
You're joking.
It's Control.
She almost killed you, Root.
And me and Harold.
Should I continue?
We all make mistakes.
Look at the front door.
What do you see?
More government plates.
- These our other numbers?
- Yes.
Head of the NSA,
General Kyle Holcombe,
and Manuel Rivera,
Senior Advisor to the President.
And what about
the fifth number?
That's one's still
a question mark.
Okay, so...
just to confirm,
you're saying
I can't kill Control yet.
Stay the course, Sameen.
Fine.
But just remember I told you so
when all this goes pear-shaped.
You ready to have some fun?
I thought you'd never ask.
Who is he?
I have no idea.
Have you ever seen
a newborn foal
trying to stand
for the first time?
Those trembling legs
trying to balance,
shaking until the moment
it finds itself on all fours.
Seeing a child walk
for the first time...
is something extraordinary.
But you watched
your child stand
and then you hobbled it.
You could never understand.
You're a destroyer,
not a creator.
I'm listening, Mr. Finch.
The machine...
it started developing abilities
I never expected,
things I hadn't yet
programmed it to do.
And there wasn't
an algorithm in the world
that could control
its exponential growth.
And by the time
I figured one out myself
it would've been too late.
- Too late for what?
- Isn't that just the question?
Having built something
significantly smarter
than myself,
how could I possibly
anticipate its evolution?
Hmm.
Uncertainty.
Your personal abyss.
I built the machine
to save lives,
but how could I be certain
that it wouldn't one day
determine that all of humanity
was irrelevant?
Please, you cannot
allow Samaritan to go online.
The consequences
of an open system
will be devastating.
The father became fearful
of his son,
so he wounded him.
A tale told time and again.
I don't think of Samaritan
as a child.
I'm not that presumptuous.
But I plan to celebrate
its brilliance...
not muzzle it.
It's pure hubris to think
that you can control
something so powerful.
Whoever said
I wanted to control it?
I'm only here because
we're friends, Ross.
The President has made it
very clear
he will not risk his hide
on another surveillance program.
Neither will I.
Mr. Rivera, if I may--
You certainly may.
You've been the one
running this program.
It's high time
you explained yourself.
Do you know how many hours
I've spent
running interference for
this Northern Lights debacle?
Every civil liberties group
from New York to Hong Kong
has their panties in a twist
over this damn thing.
As unfortunate as that is,
we still need to protect
our country.
You want me to ask
the leader of the free world
to approve another domestic
surveillance program
when people are still learning
the dirty little secrets
of the old one?
I'm not biting.
Mr. Rivera, you have kids,
am I right?
- Your point?
- They go to Country Day School.
Again, your point?
It's a terrific school,
top notch.
It's in Georgetown
near 27th and O Street.
What if I told you that,
a year ago,
Northern Lights prevented a
terrorist attack in Georgetown?
An operator of ours
intercepted and executed
that would-be terrorist.
She found him sitting
in an unmarked Sedan
with a radiological bomb.
It was made from the cesium
that he stole
from a dental
X-ray machine.
You're making up ghost stories
to force my hand.
- I would've heard about this.
- No, you wouldn't have.
We don't send out
a press release
every time we save lives,
we can't.
And while the public
shouts from the rooftops
about their civil liberties...
they do so
under the protective bubble
of the very program in which
they're railing against,
the one that saves them
from terrorist attacks
every single day,
international and domestic.
Vigilance. I was
briefed on this group.
We don't know
who they're targeting next,
but this group never
does anything small.
They're set to strike
in the next 24 hours.
The only way
that we can stop this attack
is for us to get
the government feeds back up
and allow Samaritan
to do its job.
Unless of course you want to...
ignore the facts,
and you can handle
the cleanup duty
once there's
a national tragedy.
I'll read through this.
Take your time.
Unfortunately I've just run out.
I've got a meeting across town.
I'll check in
with you later, Manuel.
Control just went in
for the full-court press
on total world domination.
Can I kill her now?
Not yet.
Listen, whatever you're selling
I'm not interested.
Oh, he's not selling anything.
We just have a few questions
for you.
Probably shouldn't move.
It'll bleed more.
Niall Jacobs, New York license.
Why are you important, Niall?
Fed pigs.
Always ten steps behind.
Guess he's not government.
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What is it?
A Stuxnet-based virus.
What did this creative
genius make?
Looks like
a self-replicating worm.
Designed to attack
what kind of system?
A proprietary
micro-switcher.
But for what...
she doesn't know.
Expensive hardware...
hiding in plain sight.
Well trained.
You're Vigilance.
Did you say Vigilance?
Because...
they're here.
It must be to kill Control
and the others.
I'm not a big fan of
kicking a guy when he's down,
but...
sometimes it does the trick.
Now tell us your plan.
I only know my part.
That's why we're going to win.
We're smarter than you
and your fascist friends.
You're too late
to stop it from happening.
Stop what?
The Revolution.
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Why is it taking so long?
It has been two weeks.
Your brother's under federal
investigation, Mr. Brandt.
They haven't charged him,
they haven't even allowed him
to speak without an attorney.
You are breaking every rule
that ensures due process,
and do not give me that National
Security exception crap.
You and I both know
that law was intended
for immediate threats.
Jesse very well may be one.
My brother's never broken a law
in his life.
He works 60 hours a week,
he pays his rent on time,
he's a good father.
I'm telling you
you got the wrong guy.
Look...
you're a bright guy.
And you obviously
love your brother...
very much.
I respect that.
But sometimes
the people we love the most
make the worst decisions.
Jesse has connections
to a man named Aziz Al-Ibrahim.
Al-Ibrahim's cousin
was part of an Islamist
terrorist group
that tried to blow up
an American embassy in Egypt
on March 11th.
Well, this is just a picture.
Then let me add to it.
We're not even Muslim.
I mean,
this doesn't make any sense.
Two years ago your brother
made some changes in his life.
He'd been drinking,
his wife left him.
But then, Jesse
turned his life around.
Sometimes when we hit bottom...
we ask the wrong people
for help--
people who use
our weaknesses against us,
get us to do things
that we never thought we could.
Or would.
Well, this...
this can't be true.
Surveillance doesn't lie,
Mr. Brandt.
If we're going
up against Vigilance,
we're gonna need more ammo.
I took some
from our coffee shop friend
before Lionel picked him up.
We should be okay
until our next stop.
Terrific.
More errands.
We're fighting
two invisible enemies, John.
Decima and Vigilance know
about the machine.
These groups are clever,
blinding her to their actions.
Then get that brain trust
of yours on it.
I'm getting tired
of the machine's runaround
when Finch is still out there.
Where are you?
Gimme a timetable.
She's asking for an ETA.
Yeah, we've run into a couple
of kinks with the hardware.
We've had to retrofit
everything.
How much time, Daniel?
At least two hours.
What about
the geo-locator data?
Daizo's still working on it.
You don't wanna tell me
where we're going, fine.
But I wanna know
what those groupies of yours
are working on.
Something to
slow down our enemies.
Do you have what we need?
Got it this morning.
Shaw?
I think it's time you had a chat
with your old boss.
I'm on it.
We'll chat about
how I'm gonna kill her.
Use your words.
Okay, so she's the victim
this time.
- But what about the next?
- Listen, Shaw.
If Control's
in touch with Greer,
she'll lead us to Harold.
Your trigger finger gets itchy,
we'll get nothing and he dies.
Low blow, Reese.
- Agent Shaw.
- Ma'am.
Long time no gunfire.
You know this woman?
You remember the operator
who took out the terrorist
near your children's school?
What do you want?
I can't believe
what I'm about to say.
I'm here to rescue you.
Root.
You have an update for me,
Jason?
Jason and I combed
through the virus's code.
It's targeting
custom-built micro-switchers
- sold to one company.
- Which one?
The power company.
Help Shaw.
Hurry.
You're in danger.
- All of you.
- You received our numbers.
Garrison's too.
Thought you were the perp
at first since, well...
you've stung a lotta frogs,
ma'am.
Why are you protecting us?
'Cause that's part of the... plan.
For the greater good,
or something like that.
Look, honestly,
I really don't know.
I just know something bad's
gonna happen.
Shaw, I'm heading your way.
Reese? What the hell was that?
You know that bad thing
that was gonna happen?
I think it just did.
How's he holding up?
He won't talk about it.
I just don't understand.
Jesse had been doing so well.
I know.
That arrest did him in, Pete.
How do they just put someone
in jail like that
and not tell you anything?
Maybe if I hadn't taken
full custody
- after they let him out...
- Hey.
He was drinking.
You were protecting your son.
It's not your fault
Jesse killed himself.
We're all responsible
for our own actions.
I'ma go sit with Frankie.
I didn't mean to interrupt.
I just wanted to tell you
how terribly sorry I am
for your loss.
What are you doing here?
Jesse and I were friends.
Oh, really?
Then why don't I know you?
He was my sponsor.
I'd be dead
if it wasn't for Jesse.
He saved my life
in so many ways.
I wish
I had been there for him.
Why weren't you?
A distant relative
caused problems for my family.
We barely knew him, but...
that doesn't matter now.
Your brother
was the most decent man
I've ever known.
That's for you, my friend.
- Oh, I can't.
- So you know...
that even though
your brother killed himself,
he saved someone else.
A series of power failures...
Cause of the grid failure...
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Are you warm enough,
Mr. Finch?
I'm fine.
I always think of my youth
when the power goes out.
Blackouts were a...
everyday occurrence.
The blitz.
German air raids
lasted nine months.
Felt like years.
You must've been very young.
My mother and I
used to sleep in the tube
along with many other families.
One night we were late
getting to the station.
And I saw the sunset
for the first time in...
months.
Hmm.
It was the most beautiful thing
I'd ever seen.
But it wasn't a sunset at all.
The sky was on fire.
Is that why you joined
the military?
A high probability, given
what I've learned about you
and your interest
in National Security.
By the time I was an adult...
wars were no longer
quite so straightforward.
You were MI6.
The era of the nation-state
is over, Mr. Finch.
There are no more borders.
Or hadn't you noticed?
I think
you're overestimating the power
of artificial intelligence.
We both know
that that is impossible.
How often alliances shift
in times of war.
Not that those alliances...
ever truly exist.
They're an illusion.
Like seeing a sunset
in a sky of flames.
What is it you expect
from Samaritan?
I want to live under
a more just rule.
Samaritan will never sleep
with its secretary,
or embezzle money
from its campaign fund.
Its decisions will be based
on pure logic.
Now... that's a leader
deserving of our vote.
Okay, who's strapped?
Ma'am?
I thought my protection detail
would be all the fire power
I needed today.
Okay.
Well, then you're behind me.
You too, Rivera.
Flank right, General.
Let's roll.
They're behind us!
General!
Let's move.
I'm coming down.
Start the generator.
Take care of her!
Sorry I'm late.
No, as far as I'm concerned
you were right on time.
Where's Root?
And what the hell happened
with the lights?
Vigilance uploaded a virus
into the power grid.
Where's Control?
Collier got her and Rivera.
But he took 'em alive.
Vigilance has
something else planned.
Yeah, but what?
Are the boys finished
with the servers yet?
- We're almost there.
- Minutes away.
I just had to ride up here
for a bit.
It was starting to smell
like dude back there.
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Oh...
There you are.
What'd your friend say?
I have to warn them.
You're not gonna believe me,
Hersh.
But we're not here
to kill Control.
We're here to save her.
You can lie
better than that, Shaw.
Just 'cause you stopped
listening to the numbers
doesn't mean
they've stopped coming.
Why didn't Vigilance
just kill them?
That's a good question.
Now's not a good time.
Remember when I said
Finch wasn't in imminent danger?
I may have been a little hasty.
In good news...
I know who the fifth number
belongs to.
It was tucked away
under several aliases, but...
even MI6 can't hide from her.
Mr. Greer.
And Greer has Finch.
Which means that Vigilance
is about to have him
unless we can get to him first.
You won't make it there
in time.
Well, where's "there," Root?
Still too hard to see.
Then how are we supposed
to find him?
The machine doesn't know.
But Hersh does.
Be careful, Shaw.
Where's Finch?
You think I know?
My friend is never wrong,
which is...
as annoying as that sounds.
Decima.
You know where to find them?
Why would I trust you?
I haven't shot you yet
and you did try to kill me.
Well, he did kill me.
Those were my orders.
Besides, you got me back, Shaw.
Oh, not even close.
I drugged you.
I left you with your heart
still beating.
I think
we're getting off topic.
You're right.
We need to work together
to save Finch.
We save our friend,
then we help you
rescue Control.
Reese.
It's the right move.
Your turn, Shaw.
Not on your life, George.
Well, there's no way
this could go wrong.
You're late.
You try getting across town
in a blackout.
Who's that?
That is the most important man
in the world, Senator,
the father of the new age.
My team just got word
that Vigilance kidnapped
my colleagues.
We need to get out of the city.
I'm afraid
we won't have enough time.
Senator Garrison.
You know...
your men should really encrypt
their text messages.
Or avoid them altogether.
Kidnapping a senator
will get you life.
Mr. Greer.
Pleasure to make
your acquaintance.
Well, now...
I'm not usually a fan
of surprises,
but this...
this is one
I'll happily except.
Harold, is it?
You know, our last conversation
was so rudely interrupted
and I still have
so many questions for you.
You're coming with us.
So where is Langdon?
He took a job in DC,
but I'm familiar
with your brother's case.
The man you thought
he was working with
turned out to be
just a friend from AA.
My brother wasn't a terrorist.
I heard what happened
with your brother,
and I am terribly sorry
for your loss.
Don't give me your platitudes,
all right?
You people are the reason
he killed himself.
- We had evidence--
- You had nothing!
You locked him up
under some loophole
until it destroyed him!
He lost his job,
he lost his family.
Innuendo turned out to be just
as damaging as a conviction.
He could never be cleared...
because the government
never pressed charges.
Innocent people don't
kill themselves, Mr. Brandt.
No, people without hope do.
And you robbed him of that.
You took the wrong information
and you twisted it.
You're supposed
to lock up the criminals,
not create them.
And you took my brother's life,
so what does that make you?
_
_
My car's out front.
Oh, you think you're driving?
Well, you're certainly
not driving.
- I'll drive.
- I'll pass.
Okay, here's the deal.
I'm gonna drive,
Reese sits in the back,
while you ride shotgun, agreed?
We're done. The
servers are ready.
Perfect timing.
Because this is as far
as you boys go.
Everything you need is inside.
That car'll take each of you
where you need to be.
_
_
Yeah, we've come this far.
We're not leaving you now.
She's done the math.
If we go together,
you all die and... I do too.
If I go alone,
the odds improve.
Slightly.
And just where are you going
exactly?
Boys...
meet Samaritan.
They're not here.
Then where are they?
_
I can't tell you how long
I've waited for this moment.
How long
we've all been waiting.
Now is the time
to expose the truth
to our fellow citizens...
The truth that has been lurking
beneath the shadows
for so long...
that their country
is no longer theirs...
That their freedoms
have been stripped away...
one camera, one cell phone,
one megabyte at a time.
Now's the time
to pull back the curtain.
Welcome to your trial,
ladies and gentlemen.
And welcome to the trial...
of the United States
Government.
Court is now in session.
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