04x18 - Skip

[bunniefuu]

Finch: We are being watched.

The government has a secret system--

a Machine that spies on you every hour of every day.

I designed the Machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything...

Violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we'll find you.

Professor Whistler.

Beth Bridges.

Hello!

I-- I've been eager to meet you.

You're sure you installed it in her computer?

Quite sure.

man: Elizabeth Bridges.

Samaritan is becoming very interested in her algorithms.

man over phone: We're very eager to meet you.

See you in a month.

20,000 buy-in.

Welcome to the game.

Let me get you a drink.

Thanks a lot.

Reese: I raise you 50,000.

Hi, Ray!

Welcome!

man: Re-raise 60,000.

I call.

Cards please.

Reese: Full house.

[crowd reacts]

Finch: I confess to some relief, Mr. Reese.

I was starting to wonder what we'd do if you lost all our money.

Reese: Relax, Finch.

Trust the poker face.

Congratulations, sir.

I was hoping you'd b*at Toby.

The girls tell me he's a terrible tipper.

Finch: Meet our new number.

Francesca "Frankie" Wells.

Born and raised in Hammerton, Florida.

Population, 8,000.

She arrived four days ago and tonight is her first turn as hostess at your semi-illicit card game.

And her new boss?

Finch: Ray... no last name.

Man of mystery.

[glasses crash]

Oh, geez, I am so, so sorry!

[chuckles] You are so fired.

Here-- let me-- let me get you a new shirt.

Stop. Relax. Relax.

Look, I really need this job.

I'm sorry. I-- I can just--

Relax!

Come on, come on. Let's go.

...this job. I really--

He's got a temper.

It's okay, everybody!

Please, please!

I think we just found our perp.

[Francesca rambles]

[Ray shushes]

[groans]

[kicks]

Unh!

We're taking a ride, Ray.

Frankie, are you okay?

Back off. He's mine.

Let him go.

[kick]

[fighting efforts]

Enough.

Drop it! Drop the g*n!

Oh, thank God.

Pervert.

Easy now.

I'm a cop.

I'm just reaching for my badge.

Damn.

She stole my badge.

Root: I've missed you, Harold.

Finch: Ms. Groves.

Long time, no see.

Is something going on?

You seem distracted.

Not distracted, departing.

I'm going to have coffee with someone that Professor Whistler met at a conference in Hong Kong a few months ago.

A female someone, judging by the color in your cheeks.

Good day, Miss Groves.

[taps on glass]

Mr. Flint, this is good news.

When will you begin the field test on your system?

Flint: As soon as you send us a completed algorithm.

My employer's very pleased with your progress, Miss Bridges.

The next tranche of funds has been wired to your account.

Great, thank you so much.

9:14 Harold. You're a minute early.

Hmm.

Just in time to hear some good news?

I was just talking to my angel investor about my situational analysis project.

Your so-called "predictive algorithm." Yes.

We are finally going live.

As soon as I give him this hard drive, they're going to install my algorithm in their system.

In the system?

Congratulations.

When will you be sending it to them?

The algorithm?

Oh, day after tomorrow.

I still have a little final tinkering to do.

Have dinner with me tomorrow night.

We'll celebrate.

Oh, I'd like that.

I promise to tease you about precautionary principles all night.

[chuckles]

[overlapping conversations, phones ringing]

Iris... uh, Dr. Campbell.

Detective Riley.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you all right?

Sure, you?

Yes. Well-- I just--

I've been wanting to talk to you, actually, about our therapy sessions.

Sure.

John, I have to end them.

I'm referring you to Doug Trujillo.

He's terrific.

[small laugh]

You're f*ring me as a patient?

Look, does this have to do with our last session?

You know, I told you about some v*olence in my past.

Maybe you were just upset.

Detective, the reasons for this are not important.

What is important is that you continue the work we've started.

Iris... what aren't you telling me?

Nothing. I'm sorry, Detective.

Ouch. How many guys?

Oh, it was just the one... woman.

Also, she stole my badge.

Oh, that's real bad, partner.

They suspend you for that kind of thing.

So let's go find her.

Frankie Wells.

She may be an alias.

All the information Finch and I thought we had on her?

Turns out it's all been faked.

Gotta be a pretty good fake to fool Glasses.

One bright spot though, she did drop her phone.

Reese: This is her boss. Guy goes by Ray.

She tried to kidnap him.

Good surveillance job.

Yeah, and these photos go back days before Frankie started working for Ray.

She's hunting him.

Skilled at surveillance and she fights like a pro.

Reese: Could be he's at one of these places.

Six addresses, a couple bodegas, a bar.

All sketchy spots.

Where someone with a badge can get all the cooperation she needs.

Let's reach out and see if Detective Riley has happened by any of them.

Finch: John?

Did you text me a new number earlier?

Reese: Yeah, can you handle that?

I'm a little busy right now.

This is very important. The new number.

When did it come in exactly?

About 9:15 this morning, why?

Reese: Finch?

I'll call you later, Mr. Reese.

Detective Riley.

I'm looking for a girl called Athena.

She's with a guy named Ray.

And I'm looking for my badge.

How the hell did you find me?

Crap!

Whoa! Hey!

You're under arrest.

Arrest? Idiot!

I'm after Ray Pratt, that sleaze ball from the poker game.

He escaped bail in Florida on conspiracy charges and I'm taking him back.

You're a bounty hunter.

Yeah, what'd you think?

Why would Ray Pratt come here?

Because thanks to you, he knows I'm on to him.

He'll be trying to leave the country and for that he needs falsified papers.

Good ones.

The list on your phone...

Six of the best places to get counterfeit IDs.

I hear the real expert is one who works out of this bar.

Her online handle is Athena.

She's gotta be around here somewhere.

You two need a room?

Reese and Frankie: Shut up!

Frankie: Ray!

Ray!

[car horn]

[whistles]

Hey, get in!

Athena?

Hey, Riley!

You know her?

Yeah... and her name's not Athena.

Come on.

So, Athena's real name is Harper Rose?

Not exactly.

Harper is not really her name.

We just call her that.

She, uh, likes the sound of it.

Likes the sound of it?

Are you impaired, Johnny?

I like you.

But you're the one who needs to answer questions.

And prove who you are.

Bail contract's in my pocket.

Ray Pratt, skipped bail three months ago.

Charged with conspiracy to commit various crimes with one Carlton I. Worthy.

Worthy's a casino mogul who's into gambling and prostitution.

Ray Pratt ran all of his operations.

But Pratt got caught.

He's due in Broward County court by Wednesday.

Or, his bail is forfeit and I owe the court a million bucks.

I don't have a million bucks, gentlemen.

I'll lose everything. I'll go broke.

Now I'm gonna have to start all over and track down this Harper chick.

I'll see you later.

Hold up.

I'm not letting you go out there alone.

We have reason to believe that your life's in danger.

Danger. Oh, jeez.

Whatever will I do?

I'll put you in a cell.

Ha! You'll try.

I am the best hope you have of finding Harper.

Usually, you're the one sneaking up on me.

I'm surprised you called, Harry.

What's up?

[whimper]

Root: Elizabeth Bridges.

She looks nice.

My breakfast companion.

Her number came up.

At the moment I sat down with her.

You triggered it somehow.

Ruh-roh!

Do you think it's possible that the thr*at could be Samaritan?

No.

'Cause if it were, you'd be dead.

I can't protect Ms. Bridges alone.

I need your help.

Anything you're not telling me?

Of course not.

So will you assist me or not?

You know I'd do anything for you, Harold.

Anything.

Reese: She goes by Harper Rose or maybe Fiona Dubois.

Anything?

No recent arrests.

Well, thanks anyway.

Yeah, I owe you one.

Detective...

I didn't see you there.

John...

Who's the ginger?

Nobody.

And no luck with Harper. Sorry.

Nobody's seen her.

How'd you meet?

She stole medical marijuana cash.

Pissed off one of the cartels.

Frankie: So Harper's got game?

Harper, Athena, Fiona...

She's got dozens of identities.

A different scam for every name.

It's tough to chase someone like that.

I need data.

What else do you know about her?

Come a long way since our first field trip together, haven't we?

When you kidnapped me and k*lled two people?

A bit.

Even then, I was in awe of you.

The man who created God.

I never thought...

What?

That we'd be friends.

I can't imagine what the world would be like without you.

What I would be like.

I'll go bluejack her phone.

No, no! Too risky!

I've learned that Ms. Bridges' research has attracted the interest of other parties.

Like Greer.

Flag on the play, Harold.

She's in business with Samaritan's sock puppet?

An unfortunate coincidence.

That you neglected to mention.

You yourself said our foe was irrelevant here.

[cell phone rings]

Yes?

Hi, Harold.

Tomorrow night. How do you feel about trying this new sushi place in the Village?

That's-- that'll be fine, Beth.

Pick you up at 8.

Bye.

You like her.

Beth: Hey, what are you doing here? What, are you following me?

Please, I just wanted to talk.

We may have found our thr*at, Harold.

[overlapping argument]

You should go.

Absolutely not.

What is she sees you? I'll get close to listen and report back.

Don't worry. I've got this.

[techno club music]

Hey, hey! Anybody seen Isabel?

I heard she has bottle service with a dozen hedge fund dweebs.

Opportunity knocks.

Hi, Fiona.

Isabel couldn't make it after all.

Out!

Good night!

Hello, Harper.

Where's Ray Pratt?

No idea.

I told him to hide out and not tell me where.

Until you have his ID ready?

The high end fakes take time.

You gotta pay off DMV guys.

Maybe even someone at the Post Office regarding passports.

When Ray gets his ID, he'll flee the country for good.

Little girl, believe me when I say, I won't let that happen.

It's just business.

Why don't you guys chase that, uh, Carlton Worthy dude.

That sounds more challenging.

Harper, you will tell us where Ray Pratt is or I will arrest you.

For what?

I saw a crazy bitch chasing Ray so I saved him.

Do you wanna go? Really?

Stop.

We're leaving.

Say good night, Frankie.

What the hell?

Trust me.

Root: And then, Beth turned in for the night.

And that man?

He left right after you did.

I took photos.

Lionel promised to help run them tomorrow.

I do love surveillance.

Oh, dear.

Harold... what's going on?

Harper has to give Ray the fake papers.

Eventually.

Once she does, we'll be following.

You should have let me kick her narrow ass.

God, I hate pantyhose.

Thanks.

I bluejacked two of Harper's phones.

I couldn't pair the third, though.

That's 'cause I bluejacked it first.

[phone dialing]

Frankie: Hey, she's making a call.

Harper: Dash, it's Athena.

Have the papers ready.

We're heading to your location now.

Me and my client.

Harper has Ray with her.

She lied.

Go figure.

Reese: There she is.

[engine starts]

Reese: Go, go, go.

Frankie: Where the hell is she going?

Just stay back and be patient.

Why? We know Ray's there.

Watch and learn, Johnny.

Look out.

[crash]

[g*nf*re]

Stay here.

Yeah, right.

Don't sh**t!

Pratt's not here.

She told me I could have the car!

[g*n sh*t]

Aah!

[fighting efforts]

[g*n sh*ts]

[fighting efforts]

Reese: Not bad.

I know.

John!

Get off me!

Ms. Wells!

I'm Mr. Worthy.

How you doing?

[hit]

Oh, good, you're up!

It's a shame Ray wasn't in that car, Ms. Wells.

Here I was following you all day and you let that girl Athena trick you.

My bad.

Frankie.

Where's my boy, Ray?

How the hell should I know?

You want him so bad, you'd risk kidnapping a cop?

Ray stole from me.

$100,000.

Can you imagine? There's just no integrity anymore.

And I don't want to live in a world with no integrity.

Do you, Ms. Wells?

You should let her go. Now.

Carlton: Someone like you always has another lead.

Something in your back pocket.

Ray Pratt, where is he?

I-- I don't know, Mr. Worthy.

I-- I swear.

You're lying to me, Ms. Wells.

You've got ten minutes to change her mind, Detective.

Then this gentlemen will k*ll you both.

Root: Your office break-in, Harold. Tell me the truth.

I worry that the break-in may be related to a side project of mine.

I knew that Samaritan would become interested in Beth's research.

So, in Hong Kong, I gained access to her computer.

And installed something.

I built a narrow AI, one that could provide a backdoor into our enemy itself, transmitting data from the inside.

You used her algorithm as a Trojan Horse, hoping it would eventually be installed in Samaritan.

Ms. Groves, I was right.

It will be installed mere days from now.

I've left the Trojan Horse dormant to avoid discovery.

This activates it.

I just need to get it close to her laptop, which I'll do tonight at dinner.

Harold...

It can only transmit a tiny amount of data.

Maybe a few megs.

But it's data from Samaritan's core heuristics.

It-- it's DNA.

You may be able to find a way to cr*pple it.

The program can only be used once.

Our enemy will trace the data stream and try to destroy whoever is wielding the device.

But it could make a difference in this w*r.

Dangerous and bold.

That's my Harry.

But breaking in to my office... how is that related?

Root: Maybe it's not.

What's your problem?

Wilfred, our marriage is over. I don't want to see you again.

For God's sake, go back to London and stop embarrassing yourself.

I see why you like her, Harry.

This is all good news.

Clearly the himbo trashed your office.

A jealous ex, it's classic.

Beth's number came up because he was watching the two of you have coffee.

Perhaps you're right.

JFK airport, extra 50 if you break every speed limit.

Well, my work here is done.

I should go.

Is there a problem?

Can I help?

You're a good friend, Harold.

But this one I have to do alone.

man: Come on, Lee. Go get the hacksaw.

You might wanna work faster.

Frankie: The blade's too big.

Deke, you let me down.

You name your knives?

No, Deacon's my big brother.

He gave it to me.

He in Florida?

He's dead.

A mugging gone wrong.

Help me find a paperclip or something, will you?

Growing up, we were no-shoes-poor.

Kids made fun of us.

This kid Joe used to b*at me up every damn day until Deacon broke Joe's arm.

He said, "Some people need to be made truly sorry."

That's why I like skip tracing.

To catch people who did wrong and make them truly sorry.

Got it!

They're coming.

[fighting efforts]

Not bad!

I know.

[chuckles]

[thugs grunt]

What is it with you and me and handcuffs?

[groans]

Frankie!

Come on.

Worthy was right.

I am a liar.

And I'll have to catch Ray myself.

I'm sorry, John.

This is Beth's room, Harold.

Why are you here?

I was concerned, Ms. Groves, you seemed...

Why are you here?

I just wanted to make sure we were right about her ex-husband being the thr*at.

You should probably high-tail it.

Beth could come back at any minute.

Really, Harold. You should go.

Ms. Groves... Root...

The thr*at to Beth's life...

Is it you?

Yes, Harold.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to k*ll her.

We have to find Ray. That's where Frankie is.

I got an idea on that.

Before Ray Pratt moved to Florida, he worked for his uncle here.

A dry-dock business down the shore.

Seasonal business, so it's closed now.

Perfect place to hide.

That's Frankie's lead.

And partner, we need to move quick.

The cops in Florida just have Pratt on their conspiracy racket.

But I have reason to think he's a k*ller.

I was looking into Worthy's hotels down in Florida.

Last year, a couple of months before Ray got arrested, his accountant got his throat slashed.

Brutal work.

Cops said it was a mugging.

No one connected Ray to the death.

But you did.

Ray was his boss.

Argued with him. The next day, the accountant ended up in an alley with his throat slashed.

Frankie could be in trouble.

And Harper!

Hello?

Hey, Pratt!

Hey, gorgeous.

You got 'em?

DL, passport, birth certificate, and a ticket to Brazil.

You leave at 5:00.

Come on up.

You followed me to coffee with Beth.

It was you watching us, not her ex-husband.

And my office?

Trashed it.

I was looking for that activation device.

So you knew before I told you what my plan was?

I knew enough. You told me the rest.

Only you would have the audacity, Harold.

Sneaking past Zeus to steal fire.

But inevitably, you'll be discovered.

Samaritan will link Harold Whistler with Beth Bridges and minutes later, it will m*rder you.

All because you'll see her tonight and activate that program.

She's gonna get you k*lled, Harold.

That's why she has to die.

Please, you mustn't do this, Ms. Groves.

It's a neurotoxin.

Untraceable.

I promise, I'll make sure her death is painless.

Yeah, Fusco?

Fusco: No luck finding Harper.

And I haven't found out anything more about the dead accountant, Deacon Sanders.

Reese: Hang on.

Deacon...

The accountant's name is Deacon?

Stupid name, right?

Who d*ed in an apparent mugging.

Reese: Damn it. None of this is what we thought.

Ray isn't the perp here.

Fusco, I need you to look into Deacon Sanders' family in Florida.

And do it now.

Nice doing business.

That'll be 50 large.

Got something better.

My insurance against Worthy.

Every illegal transaction for the past two years.

Names and numbers.

I'm cash and carry, babe.

Take it or leave it.

Frankie: Hi, Ray.

You should go.

Harper: Watch your back, Barbie.

Ray's a sociopath.

I know.

[p*stol whip]

[groan]

[g*n cocks] Say good-bye, Ray.

Harold, this is chloral hydrate.

I'm going to put you out.

Making you watch would just be cruel.

Don't do this.

Please, Ms. Groves.

But Beth should be back by now.

I bet she stopped at Veniero's.

She loves their cannoli.

Why k*ll her?

Why didn't you just tell me not to see her?

I knew you'd never stop.

This plan of yours means too much to you.

No, it's-- it's better to let Beth die of a heart att*ck.

Enough.

This won't hurt. I promise.

My plan does mean too much.

Too much to k*ll her.

If you do, my program will fail.

This could be a real w*apon.

It's worth risking my life.

No.

You're too important.

My value to the Machine is irrelevant.

You're too important to me!

The Machine didn't tell you to do this.

She told me not to.

I-- I thought I could sacrifice everyone.

I-- I really did.

Win some, lose some, right?

It's for a good cause.

But...

But it turns out, I can't lose you, Harold.

Not you and Shaw.

So you will k*ll this woman to save my life?

It will all be over very soon.

No! Harold!

There's no need to k*ll her if I'm already dead.

I'm Frankie Wells, your new bail bondsman.

I have a license to hunt you down.

Contract says I have to get you to court by Wednesday.

Doesn't say I have to get you there alive.

[g*n sh*t]

He sh*t at me, I fired back in self-defense.

And why is it you want me dead?

Reese: Because you k*lled her brother.

Deacon Sanders.

The accountant at Worthy's hotel in Florida.

Hi, Johnny.

Hi, Frankie.

After you got arrested, I realized the "mugging" had to be you.

Deacon found out that you were stealing from Worthy.

Idiot came at me with questions about the books.

Said he wanted to do the right thing.

I was putting together a m*rder case to take to the cops when you skipped.

That's when I realized I had to handle this myself.

Ordinarily I'd ask if you were sorry now.

Truly sorry that you k*lled my brother.

But I know better now.

A sociopath can't be sorry.

So I guess I'm going to have to be sorry for both of us.

Frankie...

[intense music]

No!

Reese: Harper!

All right!

Well ain't this a hell of a thing?

[Harper struggles]

Reese: Ray, let her go!

You should listen to him.

[g*n sh*ts]

[a*t*matic w*apon f*ring sh*ts]

What the hell?

[g*nf*re]

Ray!

I told you there'd be a reckoning!

[g*nf*re]

You disappoint me, Harold.

How long do I have?

Hi. My friend needs to get to the hospital in 11 minutes or he's dead.

I won't go.

When they come, I won't go.

And legally, they can't force me.

[g*nf*re]

Ah!

Worthy doesn't care if the girl gets caught in the crossfire.

[g*nf*re]

Hey-- [stammers] I got this!

You want to get out of here alive, Pratt?

Careful.

[g*nf*re]

Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!

Everybody ready to make a deal?

A deal?

That's right.

You want Ray dead.

But what you need is your freedom.

This is Ray's insurance policy against you.

Put you in prison for ten years.

What if I give it to you and you get to walk out of here?

I'm listening.

You wanna go to Brazil, but believe me, that ain't happening.

What's happening in the next ten minutes is you'll either be dead or under arrest.

You get to pick.

And Detective Riley? You want to arrest Pratt and Worthy.

But you are gonna take Ray alone and let Worthy go.

He hasn't k*lled anybody... that we know of.

Worthy can walk out of here.

So... just one more piece of the deal.

Okay, Frankie.

You want Pratt dead.

And you've got good reason.

But he's gonna go to jail for a long, long time.

So... no k*lling.

No.

Yes.

To save the girl's life.

I know it's not what you want, but it's what I'm asking of you.

All right!

Nice doing business with you.

I'm not going to jail!

[g*n sh*t]

[cry of pain]

I said don't k*ll him.

Root: Harold, stop this now!

If I'm dead, you won't k*ll her.

There won't be a need.

Do you really care that much about this woman?

If she dies, it's my fault.

And I will not be responsible for one more friend's death.

Shaw's not your fault.

Even if she does turn up dead, it's not your fault.

I asked her to help us that day.

I did, Harold!

I suppose we're both just trying to save one more friend from dying.

You win!

I-- I won't k*ll her.

I give you my word, Harold.

Beth will live.

Please.

Please, please believe me.

All right, I believe you.

Root...

Okay... Come on...

[elevator dings]

[other elevator dings]

Have a good day.

Give it.

The real thumb drive.

There's no way you'd strike a bargain where you weren't the big winner.

It's mine.

Fair and square.

It's worth some serious coin.

How'd you get in touch with Ray in the first place?

Actually, I thought I had you and Harold to thank.

Right after the thing with the cartel, this guy reached out to me.

Highly encrypted texts and every one a great opportunity.

Real rich deals.

You know, probably made ten grand off of Thornhill, easy.

Thornhill?

That's the alias of an acquaintance of mine.

Uh-huh.

So you do know him.

Well, actually, some say it's a her.

Get outta here.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Harold?

Call me.

Harper is getting texts from the Machine.

Beth, I got your message canceling dinner and thought I'd come by.

May I come in for a moment?

Are you kidding?

No.

"To the editor of the journal of the International Mathematical Society..."

It's a letter claiming I falsified data on a project I did five years ago.

The email contains electronic proof that it came from your university account.

A hacker could forge such proof.

Please!

I know that we disagree about technology, Harold, but to do this just to discredit me-- it's despicable.

Was it all just a fake?

Hong Kong? Everything?

No. Not everything.

Good-bye, Harold.

Good-bye.

NYPD picked up Carlton Worthy and his men at the GW bridge.

I promised he could leave the building, not the state.

You tell 'em, Crockett.

I'm gonna miss you.

So, John, you gonna lock me up, too?

Maybe next time.

'Cause you know I got handcuffs.

Call me when you're a free man.

My office.

Detective...

John.

You were right.

I should have been honest with you about why I had to stop our sessions.

I told myself it was for your protection, but really I was just being a coward.

So, just... tell me.

John, hear me, it's not because of anything in your past.

There's nothing you could tell me in a session that would make me run.

So you're not afraid of me?

Oh, I am.

Very.

I have feelings for you, John.

Oh...

Which is inappropriate, wrong, completely unethical.

I can't have a relationship with even an ex-patient.

It's so wrong, it's like a cop dating a fireman, it's that bad.

Okay.

And I've tried to stop it for weeks. I could lose my job for God's sake. The job I love.

And I tried but I kept finding that every time I'm with you, I just feel--

I--

Oh, the hell with it.

Actually...

I'm pretty good at keeping secrets.

It had to be, Harry.

You hurt a good woman.

Didn't k*ll her.

And you're alive too, despite your best efforts.

The activation device, give it to me.

I can't. I destroyed it.

Then it was all for nothing.

Months of planning, Hong Kong, Beth...

The Trojan Horse was important.

It could've given us a chance.

It's okay if we're not friends anymore.

You being alive is enough.

I don't want to see you for a while.

Of course.

It was a brilliant plan, Harold.

The Trojan Horse.

But it would've gotten Professor Whistler k*lled.