Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 5, Episode 5 - ShotSeeker - full transcript

You are being watched.
The government has a secret system...
Secret system...
A system you asked for, to keep you safe.
A Machine that spies on you every hour of every day.
You've granted it the power to see everything,
to index, order, and control the lives of ordinary people.
The government considers these people irrelevant.
We don't.
But to it, you are all irrelevant.
Victim or perpetrator, if you stand in its way...
We'll find you.
Good morning, John.
Any updates from the subway?
Are the simulations up and running?
No news yet.
Professor Whistler needed to check some books out
from the campus library, so while I was out
I thought I would take the opportunity to update
security at the safe house.
Was there a problem with the safe house?
You can't be too careful.
I take it that you've managed to track down our latest number.
I'm at the Real Time Crime Center.
A watcher watching the watchers.
Or listener, as the case may be.
Ethan Garvin.
A sound analyst for ShotSeeker,
an acoustic surveillance system that uses microphones
mounted across the city to pinpoint the location
of a gunshot, and can do it to within 50 feet.
I see you've done your homework, Professor.
More fun doing it than grading it.
Mr. Garvin's main job is to rule out false positives
from loud noises like car backfires,
before dispatching police.
Right now he's wrapping up a 12-hour night shift
and slamming coffee like he just woke up.
Were those gunshots, Mr. Reese?
Time will tell, Professor.
Garvin's on the case.
Four sensors generating data.
148 decibels.
Do you need a hand, Detective?
Riley. My question can wait though.
I want to see ShotSeeker in action.
Well, ShotSeeker says it's gunfire,
but the question is, what does Garvin say?
Shots fired.
Shots fired near 19026 Hilltop.
Unit 329, you're one block west.
Copy that.
Officers in pursuit.
20 bucks says it's a Glock 22.
Any takers?
The city almost scrapped this whole system six months ago.
Too many false alarms, but then Garvin came in,
recalibrated the sensors, and efficiency is through the roof.
Okay, suspect's in custody.
Nice work, Garvin.
It's a Glock 22.
Want to grab some lunch, Garvin?
No, thanks.
I promised the old lady we'd go to sushi.
And your question was?
Actually, I need to take this call.
Listen, babe, I got to cancel sushi.
I'm getting sucked back into overtime.
Garvin just lied to his girlfriend.
I wonder who else he's lying to.
All right, you guys are up next.
Nice good warm-up laps. Good job.
- This should cover it. - All right.
Do I know you?
Why don't we take three steps to the left?
Domain Awareness doesn't need to see this.
That's it.
I'm on my lunch break, pal.
Your son Lee is not half bad.
His footwork's sloppy, but he's good with a stick.
I know talent when I see it.
I also know you're one of the last people
to see Carl Elias alive.
You want to know about Elias?
I want to know who killed my friend.
It's in my report.
I don't believe police reports written by dirty cops.
- I came here for the truth. - You got the truth.
Now why don't you take off while you still got your teeth?
Let me put it to you this way,
I loved Carl Elias like a brother,
the way some fathers love their sons.
I swear to God, you look at my kid one more time.
You don't know what you're talking about.
You're asking questions even I don't know the answers to.
Okay.
I get it now.
It's your partner that calls the shots
even when it's your name on the report.
You tell John Bruce Moran's looking for him.
I'll see you around, Detective.
I like what you've done with the place.
Padlock's a nice touch.
A necessary precaution.
We copied that malware together,
and now you're seriously locking me out?
More like locking Samaritan in.
I used code from that laptop to incubate a miniature clone
of our enemy ASI.
You put a baby Samaritan in a nursery.
Just a kernel of its code
trapped inside this Faraday cage.
What's your plan, Harry?
Zip tie it to a chair and ask it questions?
No, I thought I'd leave that to the Machine.
I've begun incubating a similar kernel of our own ASI.
Soon I'll allow the two entities to engage one another
in a series of controlled simulations
with the Machine code probing the Samaritan code
for weaknesses.
Like rival ASIs playing online chess.
The results of the simulations might indicate a strategy
we could use against Samaritan in the real world.
When's show time?
I need an hour or so.
I'll go get the popcorn.
Actually, Ms. Groves,
this is more of a closed performance.
So you are locking me out.
Not just you. Everyone.
If you want me to do whatever it takes,
I'll have to do it on my own terms.
Yes, Mr. Reese.
Hold on a sec, Finch.
Well, we know how Garvin gets his second wind,
and it's not Jamba Juice.
Just tailed him to 607 West 126th.
Low-income housing on the edge of campus.
Equally popular among the working poor
or graduate students whose parents don't pay their rent.
Krupa.
Finch, what's behind door number 4J?
Krupa Naik.
She's pursuing a doctorate in chemistry at the university.
Perhaps Mr. Garvin's chemical stash ran low.
Krupa.
Hey, yo, come on, man.
You again?
I'm looking for Krupa Naik. You seen her?
Get lost
before I call the real cops.
When was the last time you saw her?
W-w-wait, please. It's about Krupa.
He's badgering the girl from 4E now.
Mary Mulhall.
She's in the same graduate program as Krupa.
I don't even know you.
But you must've known Krupa.
Here.
I need to know if you hear from her.
Okay, Garvin might be a good listener,
but he's an even better stalker.
Hold the phone, Finch.
Think we just found our perp.
He just broke into Krupa's apartment.
Lower your weapon, nobody gets hurt.
You were at the RTCC this morning.
John Riley. Homicide.
Took you long enough.
It's a ShotSeeker alert.
It just recognized those gunshots.
Shots fired near 607 West 126th Street.
Unit 214, you are two blocks east.
Scratch that, dispatch.
This is John Riley, Homicide.
I'm at the location now. Suspect's in custody.
What's going on with you, Garvin?
Three nights ago at 2:00 a.m., ShotSeeker microphones
picked up three loud pops from inside this building.
It was unmistakably gunfire, but the program said
that it was firecrackers.
So, how many pills you pop
before you unmistakably heard gunfire?
Look, the woman who lives here, grad student named Krupa Naik,
she hasn't been seen for days.
Official story says that she went missing after setting off
three M80s in her living room, but the last time I checked,
this ain't the fourth of July,
and it's not something PhD chemists do for fun.
So you think she was shot.
It was gunfire,
and I can prove it.
Hey.
Easy now.
Trust me.
These are the M80 firecrackers that ShotSeeker picked up
a half an hour ago.
See how precise?
ShotSeeker picked up the sound, located it correctly,
and identified it as firecrackers.
Now here's what ShotSeeker recorded three nights ago
at Krupa's place.
That's firecracker, right?
Yeah, same sound, same waveform.
Yeah.
I could see why you would think that,
but you see that spike?
It's pressurized gas escaping as the bullet exits the barrel.
It's also called a muzzle blast.
From a Ruger 22.
How can you tell that?
I can hear it.
I was just born this way.
And here's the Ruger that you watched me unload
into Krupa's fireplace.
Now if we compare that with the so-called firecrackers
from the other night.
- Identical. - Yeah.
Krupa disappeared after three bullets were fired
in her living room three nights ago.
And no one seems to give a damn.
Unless you feel inspired, Detective.
Mary Mulhall.
She's Krupa's neighbor and classmate.
I think she knows something but is too afraid to talk.
I've hacked into ShotSeeker from here, Mr. Reese,
and while I can't claim Mr. Garvin's sharp ears,
I'm inclined to believe his case.
He appears to have stumbled on a possible murder.
Whoever shot Krupa may be targeting Garvin
to scuttle his investigation.
The best way to protect Ethan Garvin
is to find out who's responsible for Krupa's disappearance.
Why don't you and Mr. Garvin run down your first lead?
An official missing persons report for Krupa Naik
was filed today by Benjamin Haas,
president of an anti-hunger non-profit
called Feed The Globe.
Let's get going.
Where to now?
Hold on a second, partner.
We got a problem.
This guy Bruce Moran threatened my kid.
He's Elias's closest ally.
He's been underground for months.
Yeah, well, he decided to get some sun.
You know, it's one thing to keep me in the dark,
but it's something completely different
to put my family at risk.
Don't worry, I'll make it right.
Tell him the truth.
'Cause if you won't, I will.
At least my end of it.
I told you, I will handle it,
but now, I need you to work this missing persons case
with my new friend Ethan Garvin.
Another missing persons.
All right, Ms. Groves.
The miniature machine clone is on this laptop.
You know, for a man with such serious concerns
about the proliferation of artificial super intelligence,
you sure do love to build new ones.
I can connect this Machine laptop to the Samaritan laptop
via this central computer, which will function as a forum
for their virtual engagement.
Or a Roman Colosseum for an unlimited series
of virtual battles.
If Samaritan has a fatal flaw, we'll know it soon enough.
This is what She wanted, Harold.
Let the games begin.
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It's working.
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When's the last time you slept?
Couple days. I don't know.
- Not since Krupa went missing. - I hear you.
My last couple of missing person cases hit a brick wall,
but you got to take care of yourself.
You know those guys?
No.
Why?
That's weird.
Americans throw out enough food every year
to fill 730 football stadiums.
The world doesn't have an abundance problem
when it comes to food.
It has a distribution problem.
What's that have to do with our Krupa Naik problem?
Krupa developed a freeze-drying process that would convert
fresh produce to powder, and extend its shelf life
by two years.
She was going to license her research to us for a modest fee
so we could feed millions,
but someone didn't want us to have it.
Who?
I'm J.D. Carrick, CEO of Harvesta.
J.D. Carrick offered Krupa a fortune
to buy her research outright.
And that's a bad thing how?
Well, she said no, and then vanished.
Harvesta opposition has a habit of disappearing,
including six farming activists in Ecuador last month.
Why do you think it was this guy?
Well, Carrick got pretty hostile during negotiations.
Three days ago, Krupa chose Feed The Globe
over Harvesta,
and that was the last time anyone saw her.
Then, about 2:00 a.m. that night...
Same time Krupa went missing.
Somebody hacked our company servers and stole just one file.
Let me guess.
The one with Krupa's research on it.
So, you think whoever stole that file
is behind her disappearance.
I know it, but my IT guy can't trace the hack.
Maybe my IT guy's better than yours.
You've been underground for months,
and you chose to resurface
by threatening Detective Fusco's son.
I thought you were smarter than that, Bruce.
It worked.
I got your attention.
I need you to listen to me.
Go back underground and stay there until you're ready to die.
Carl Elias and Anthony Marconi were my brothers
since childhood, and I lost them both within a matter of months.
Anthony's death was suitably avenged.
Elias saw to that.
Elias's final chapter has yet to be written.
But I can't write it until I know who killed him,
which I think you do.
That's not a question you want the answer to.
Whoever went after Elias would kill you just for asking it,
let alone seeking vengeance.
I made my peace with that.
Well, I'm sorry for your loss, Bruce,
but that's what it is.
A loss.
You want to talk about loyalty?
I'll kill you myself you ever go near Fusco again.
730 stadiums, that's a lot of leftovers.
Multiple gunshots fired at 64 West 21st Street.
That's here.
Multiple shots fired at 64 West 21st Street.
- There's no gunfire. - All units respond.
ShotSeeker must be wrong.
Shooter is a male, 5'10",
wearing a plaid shirt and a black hoodie,
and is considered armed and extremely dangerous.
That's you. Drop the phone.
I'm calling the ShotSeeker tech.
Drop your phone!
What's happening?
Drop the gun!
It's not a gun! It's not a gun!
I'm a cop! Don't shoot!
Boy, you look more strung out than usual.
Yeah, four cops almost shot me.
Yeah, and I almost took the bullets.
Someone just tried to set him up for a suicide by cop,
and they used ShotSeeker to do it.
I saw two guys in a van that might be tracking us.
Could be working for Harvesta.
RTCC's trying to pull up some visuals now.
I've already checked, Detective.
There are cameras outside Feed The Globe,
but that van
was never in their sight.
However, the anonymous phone call
with Garvin's exact description came from a nearby payphone,
also off camera.
Anonymous, huh?
Send me the address. I'll go check it out.
That's interesting.
Someone hacks Feed The Globe to steal Krupa's research,
and then ShotSeeker is hacked
to orchestrate a suicide by cop.
Ms. Groves and I will follow the cyber trail.
- Okay, I'll take Garvin to... - Detective.
Krupa's neighbor from apartment 4E, Mary.
She wants to meet.
Very good.
Keep me posted.
No rest for the weary.
Let's go.
Hey, you settle that thing with Bruce?
Well, settled's a stretch,
but I got him off your back.
Got to go, Lionel.
I'll take ShotSeeker, you look at Feed The Globe.
Okay, Harry.
Let's hack these hackers.
How goes the ASI death match?
Too soon to tell, I'm afraid.
Is it?
Even her replica's overmatched.
Have you considered recoding Her with a more defensive stance?
You mean arm the Machine?
More like equip Her with the tools She needs
to better protect herself.
Self-preservation is a very close cousin to aggression.
A child, your child, needs to learn to push back
on the playground.
That's not an instinct we should hope to nurture
in any artificial super intelligence.
Not even one that we call our own.
She's our only ally in this war.
You need to learn to trust Her.
But I do, Ms. Groves.
The Machine is infinitely smarter than either of us.
If anyone here needs to recode the Machine,
it should be the Machine.
Mary's late.
Maybe she got scared.
That's no way to live, Garvin.
You're gonna run yourself into the ground.
You know, I must've dispatched a thousand cops
to a thousand different crime scenes.
Every shooting victim never more than just a name in a file,
and then three nights ago,
back from dispatch I heard the name
like a shot from the past.
Krupa Naik.
Like, whoa. I know that name.
First time on the job, you know?
You knew her?
No, I mean, we weren't friends.
I knew who she was way back in high school,
and to be honest, I never even really liked her.
Got the best grades, but I always thought
she was kind of a kiss-ass.
Turns out she's out there changing the world
while the rest of us are wearing headphones,
and now she's gone,
and nobody cares.
You care.
Another missing persons, three days gone.
You know how this ends, don't you?
No,
and neither do you.
Never lose that.
I can't find any evidence that ShotSeeker was ever hacked.
It's possible we're looking at this all wrong.
Hmm. Not so fast, Harry.
I just found evidence of the cyber attack
on Feed The Globe's servers.
Thee nights ago at 2:00 a.m.
Can you tell where it originated?
Inside Harvesta on a laptop belonging to its CEO,
J.D. Carrick.
There's the missing research file right there.
Looks like Carrick stole the file
right before he had Krupa killed.
Let's have a look.
I can't seem to open it.
That's some pretty wily encryption.
Detective, any luck locating that anonymous caller?
Nah, nobody saw anything.
By the way, this phone's out of order.
That doesn't seem possible.
Good for you. A phone that works.
I'll call you back, Detective.
Mr. Reese, have you made contact with Mary yet?
Not yet. Why?
Were those shots fired, Finch?
ShotSeeker pinpoints the noise
to a university facilities yard not far from the chemistry lab
where Krupa and Mary work, but...
Oh, that's odd.
ShotSeeker says it's car backfire, but...
Those are definitely gunshots.
It's another cover-up in progress.
The police won't be alerted, Mr. Reese.
You need to get there fast.
The number. It's Mary.
Detective Fusco, we have an emergency.
I heard something up there.
Please, help, please.
We found Mary, Finch.
We're gonna need an ambulance.
I heard something.
- He's still here. - Get down now.
You all right?
What's your status, Mr. Reese?
Fusco's here. I'm in pursuit now.
Wait here for my partner.
An ambulance is on the way, Mary, but listen.
We can still find Krupa.
He knows.
Knows? What?
What does he know?
He's... he's...
The anonymous call originated at a broken pay phone.
The ShotSeeker hack is real, but is completely invisible,
and yes, Harvesta is the beneficiary
of this conspiracy, but only one entity is sophisticated enough
to execute it.
Samaritan.
Proceed with caution, Mr. Reese.
The shooter's with Samaritan.
Got it.
Suspect's moving east on 119th Street.
Gray van. New York plates KDD-0327.
Where's my partner?
You can relax, Finch.
He's gone.
My boss wants to talk to you.
Mr. Reese?
Mary Mulhall is dead.
My partner's gone and he's not answering his phone.
Any bright ideas, Finch?
One moment please, Detective.
I'm afraid Samaritan has John.
Locate primary asset.
Show me John Reese.
Shaw's trail's cold,
but John's isn't yet.
We need a lead fast before we lose him too.
Sit tight, Detective.
No way, glasses.
I don't think so. My partner's missing.
He's NYPD. Everybody listen up.
I am Detective Lionel Fusco from the Homicide Task Force.
My partner, Detective John Riley,
disappeared from this location
22 minutes ago in pursuit
of the pissant who killed this woman.
One of ours is missing, guys,
and we're gonna get him back.
You, get on the RTCC
and get a hit on that gray van I called in.
You, I want you to find J.D. Carrick from Harvesta.
Bring him to the 8th for questioning,
and I want to talk to him.
Everyone else, clock's ticking. Let's go.
Oh, dear, Detective Fusco is running headlong
into Samaritan's crosshairs.
Detective, I understand your zeal,
but I would urge you to use caution
until we know what we're up against.
See, that's the thing, Mr. Wizard.
I think you know exactly what we're up against,
but you flat-out refuse to tell me.
Detective Fusco, I assure you...
Don't tell me you haven't noticed that homicides
are dropping, but suicides are up,
and so are missing persons.
There are people disappearing all over this town.
Now John's gone too.
I am not gonna let this one lie.
Not this time.
Wonderful.
Now we have to save Mr. Reese from Samaritan
and Detective Fusco from himself.
John needs our help now.
You have to give us something to work with.
Krupa gave me a hard drive.
Where? Your apartment?
If I tell you, w-will I see her again?
What do you think?
Go to hell.
We'll find it.
That hard drive, it's our best chance to get a lead on Reese.
I'll come with you.
No.
I need you here more than ever.
Don't worry.
If there's trouble on the playground...
I'll push first.
Locate New York plates KDD-0327.
Mary must've told them something.
I think your heart's in the right place, kid,
but maybe you should leave the police work
to the real police, so no one else gets hurt, huh?
This is for your own good.
Everywhere you go, a bullet seems to follow.
J.D. Carrick from Harvesta.
Are you responsible for this?
Detective Fusco, Homicide.
Homicide?
That's a big game badge, Detective.
That's gonna look great stuffed and mounted on my wall.
Let's go, tough guy.
Yeah, sit down.
My partner's missing,
and every minute I don't find him,
your life's gonna get worse.
I've got one dead girl, another one missing,
a cyber crime trail that leads from Krupa's missing research
directly back to your laptop.
Krupa. Krupa Naik?
Look, pal.
You can help yourself out here
by telling me where my partner is.
Krupa Naik is an impressive chemist
who chose to waste her brilliant scientific innovation
on delivering food to starving Africans who insist on living
where they can't actually grow any food themselves.
You'd be better off arresting her for idiocy.
Yeah, but I can't do that because you've already
murdered her for a business deal.
Hang on.
Krupa's dead?
Hey, look, this stuff might work in Ecuador,
but this is New York City, pal.
Exactly right, my friend, this is New York,
where guys like me have lawyers for cops like you.
You do your job and go wake up my attorney.
Let's try this again, big time.
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I could use some good news, Root.
I wish I had some.
Looks like Samaritan's already been here.
Wait.
He's still here, but he hasn't found the hard drive yet.
Wish me luck, Harry.
Ms. Groves?
Please tell me you found Mr. Reese.
You found the van.
At the precinct.
Detective Fusco, Mary's killer is heading into
the 8th precinct.
Mary's too smart to hide it in her things.
Where is he? Where's Reese?
Who?
Welcome back to Brooklyn, John.
This time we're gonna talk on my terms.
Elias spoke well of you, John.
You're a man of honor
with impeccable training, so it'd be doubly pointless
to tie you up,
but they'll shoot you if you move from that chair.
I'll keep that in mind.
It's been four months since Elias and Dominic
were assassinated,
along with at least four other kingpins.
What four other kingpins?
In Boston, Philly, Chicago.
That mean something to you?
I think it means crime doesn't pay.
Four long months, I've been lying in wait to retaliate
against whomever rose up to fill the void.
And nobody rose up, and I'm tired of waiting.
I think you know who killed Elias,
and I'd like for you to tell me who.
I know you.
Never forget a face.
Maybe you have me confused with the last guy
you held at gunpoint.
If you don't tell me where Reese is,
I'm gonna do more than just point.
Don't know, don't care,
but I can't let you leave with that hard drive.
Why?
What's on it?
All I know is it's dangerous,
and my boss is paying good money for it.
On top of murdering the poor woman who lived here.
I don't know anything about that.
Tell me where Samaritan's taken Reese.
Samaritan?
You really don't know.
You're just a cog in a wheel you can't possibly comprehend.
You don't know a damn thing about me.
You just know this:
I'm not going back to jail.
You can forget about the drive too.
Agree to disagree?
You work for an organization called Samaritan.
They may have convinced you of their own good intentions,
but believe me, they're lying.
Detective Fusco!
You need something, kid?
Don't move. Hands behind your back.
You're gonna be okay, kid.
Still no word from John.
The guy they sent was a runner.
He didn't know anything,
but we know him.
It's Jeff Blackwell.
He was a number.
One we dismissed.
Guess She was right after all.
He's off the grid doing Samaritan's bidding now.
Got a feeling we haven't seen the last of him.
How's our twitchy tech?
Detective Fusco stopped one assassin,
but Samaritan will just keep sending more.
And we can't put a stop to it until we understand
why Garvin's targeted in the first place.
Oh, maybe this will help.
Blackwell said Samaritan thinks it's dangerous.
It's a backup of Krupa's research.
You saw this exact file on Carrick's computer
earlier today, didn't you?
I couldn't open it, remember?
Wily encryption.
That's interesting. May I?
Yeah.
Samaritan has encrypted the file so that no human
can ever open it.
It's a decoy, Ms. Groves.
A fake.
Samaritan planted this decoy on Carrick's computer
to frame him for Krupa's murder.
How adorably ruthless and elaborate.
Carrick has done this sort of thing before in Ecuador,
so it's more than easy to assume he did it here.
Good work, Harry.
But how do we save Ethan Garvin's life?
Let's assume that Samaritan is targeting Garvin
because his investigation threatens to unearth
a copy of Krupa's research.
Which is exactly what happened.
By that logic, if we disseminate the research now,
Garvin ceases to be a threat.
The danger that he represents would've already come to pass.
I can upload it to 15 online science journals right now.
You could, but should we?
Why does Samaritan want to bury that research so badly?
Could solving world hunger lead to an overpopulation problem?
We can't pretend to understand Samaritan's motivations.
For all we know, it did all of this just to assume control
of the global food supply,
but what we do know is we can save a life today
by doing the opposite of what Samaritan wants.
All I have to do is hit this button.
Do it.
Did it work?
We'll know soon enough.
I'll tell you what you want to know,
but these men need to leave the room.
I'm not gonna put their lives at risk too.
These men are Elias's men.
They were loyal to Elias.
They're every bit as invested in my mission.
In that case, I'm leaving now,
but first I got to find my cell phone.
Oh, come on, fellas.
I thought we were men of honor.
I can't control them, John.
Yeah.
Good.
Now we can talk.
We saved a life today, but at what cost?
John? Hello?
Are you okay?
I'm with Bruce.
He wants the truth.
Won't take no for an answer.
I understand.
30 minutes.
Hmm.
I guess we can take Helper Monkey
off the endangered species list.
For now at least.
Chin up, Harry.
Our path to victory will reveal itself soon enough.
Let's hope you're right.
You did good, Garvin.
We got two guys in custody thanks to you.
Krupa's still missing. Mary's dead.
Yeah, we did the best we could.
It wasn't enough.
Hey, it never is.
That's the curse of what we do, and why we never stop.
I'm not giving up on Krupa.
She's not alone among the missing.
Thanks, Detective.
Go home and get some sleep.
Hey, and get yourself a razor, will you?
Hello, old friend.
Carl?
I apologize for not contacting you sooner,
but it was for your own good.
How so?
I knew you'd take vengeance, Bruce.
Would surely get you killed.
They said you burned up in that transport van.
Detective Fusco took a big risk that night.
He got me here.
John and Harold brought me back from the brink.
Speaking of the good detective, he's worried about you, John.
We all were.
I'm telling you, this guy knows something about Riley.
- Yeah. - Hey, Lionel.
Hey, buddy, you okay? Where are you?
I'm with Bruce at the safe house.
He's not gonna bother you anymore.
As long as you're okay.
Listen, Lionel,
you stuck your neck out for me,
and we appreciate it.
Thank you.
From all of us.
Yeah, sure.
As long as you know I'm not done asking questions.
I don't even think the CEO's guilty.
He thinks he got framed up, and guess what.
So do I.
Can we pick this up tomorrow?
No, we can't.
There's something strange going on right now,
and I'm gonna investigate it
with or without the nerd herd.
Who did this to you?
There's a new player out there.
An adversary that we can't beat,
and one we best not try and fight.
What are you even talking about?
We always faced our enemies head on.
We built a whole world that way.
Me, you, Anthony.
There's no room for guys like us anymore,
and you always understood the value of the shadows.
Well, I don't have that luxury anymore.
With you gone, someone's got to step up and handle the business,
lest we lost everything we created.
Go back to the shadows, Bruce.
Embrace them fully.
We all must.
I won't give up that easily.
You know me better than that.
Take care of yourself.
Harold.
What's the word from the subway?
Are the simulations up and running?
There have been over 10 billion scenarios so far,
and I'm sorry to say,
the Machine is struggling.
So how bad?
She's lost every one, John.
I'm afraid we're fighting a war we can't win.
Spare some change, brother?