04x21 - Asylum

[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.

We are only numbers to it.

No. The Machine cares about us.

The second that a b*llet enters your brain, the Machine will cast you off and replace you.

Elias: I want them to release you.

I just want it to be done.

Okay, Anthony.

[electronics beeping]

[expl*si*n booms]

Finch: If you better understood Samaritan, you would know it employs a private army to do its bidding.

You would suspect they would employ at least one of them as a spy in your own organization.

[phone line rings]

Dennis: Hey, hon. Are you at work?

Shelly: Not yet. My morning has been hellish.

Oh, Jackson forgot his lunch again today.

But you know what, he can eat cafeteria food, because I have got a ton of papers to grade before second period.

[tense music]

Oh, my God.

My brakes aren't working. My brakes!

Dennis: What? What do you mean?

[tires squeal]

Dennis!

[screams]

[metallic crash]

♪

[car door clicks]

♪ ♪

[groans, yells weakly]

♪

Control: Get the body.

♪

[device beeping]

♪ ♪

All good, ma'am. Right on schedule.

Drive.

♪

[expl*si*n booms]

[dramatic music]

♪

[solemn music]

You look like hell.

Good to see you too, Lionel.

Maybe next time you decide to take on a psychopath in the frozen Tundra, you'll call your partner first.

Hey. You're right.

You're a good detective, and a damn good friend.

You have a temperature or something?

I'm still standing... which is more than I can say for our friends here.

Fusco: Brotherhood soldier.

Elias's guy came out of nowhere, sh*t Dominic's boys, and disappeared.

Fusco: It's like deja vu all over again.

Lionel, tell me this.

How did a gunman get through security?

That's a good question, Detective.

Finch, I got four dead Brotherhood soldiers.

Reese: Why didn't the Machine give us any of their numbers this time?

I wish I knew.

Though it's no stretch to imagine that a cunning fugitive like Elias might have found a way to communicate that even the Machine can't trace.

At least that's one theory.

You got another?

Samaritan has found the Machine.

If that were true, we'd all be dead.

What happened, Ms. Groves?

♪

Turns out the People's Republic is surprisingly lax on full-body searches.

♪

How goes your g*ng w*r, Harry?

Dangerous.

I'm afraid it's only a matter of time before Dominic retaliates.

[phone ringing]

Might be sooner than you think.

[tense music]

[The Machine reciting numbers]

You getting this number, Finch?

It's actually two numbers, Mr. Reese.

Dominic and Elias.

It seem the two crime bosses are hell-bent on k*lling each other.

God only knows how many innocent victims will get caught in the crossfire.

We have to find a way to stop this w*r, Mr. Reese.

Got a feeling this might help.

[camera shutter snaps]

Finch: Hmm, it's some sort of canister.

I'll look into that.

In the meantime, I've managed to trace the Brotherhood's security transport trucks to a new location.

Thanks. I'll take Lionel.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

Link: We got a problem.

Boys want retribution for the courthouse.

And they'll have it in due time.

Time's running out.

We got soldiers with itchy trigger fingers.

Looks like there's trouble in paradise.

We need to take action.

You and me, we go back a long time.

Remember that skinny pockmarked kid from Trinidad?

You told him it's not enough to hit back.

No, you need to put your enemy in the ground.

I haven't forgotten.

Only one way this w*r ends.

♪

[camera shutter snaps]

Brotherhood's preparing for battle.

Increased security, patrols.

Mr. Reese?

I was thinking that you and Detective Fusco might stop by the bank.

You need us to make a deposit, Finch?

The canister from the crime scene is a remnant of a long-defunct pneumatic tube mail network that once ran beneath the city.

One of its hubs was an old retail bank which has recently found new ownership.

Carl Elias?

Indeed.

Mr. Elias appears to have revived it to conceal his communications.

And smuggle m*rder weapons into highly secured government buildings.

Reese: If Elias is at the bank, we'll find him.

[phone ringing]

[dramatic music]

♪

Shaw's phone.

Finch?

I have to go, Mr. Reese.

Finch: You'll have to manage Elias yourself.

♪

Hello?

Shaw: Root, are you there?

It's me. I need your help.

[line clicks]

Shaw?

Wait. Sameen.

♪

[tense music]

♪

[gasps]

W-where am I?

Why are you doing this?

We need to talk about Samaritan.

I don't... I don't know what that means.

♪

You know Tyler, don't you, Shelly?

What? N-no.

I don't know that man.

He was one of my best agents.

It's your last chance to say good-bye.

[inhales sharply] No.

Please don't...

Shelly: No.

[g*nsh*t]

Oh, no! No!

How could you forget a face like that?

[crying] I don't understand.

♪

Why are you doing this?

I want you to be helpful.

Tyler was helpful.

At first.

He admitted to being one of several Samaritan moles embedded in the ISA.

He admitted that you were their handler.

I'm just a teacher and a mom.

I just... I just want to go home to my family.

Control: I understand.

I'm a mother too.

♪

That's why I'm giving you one last chance to save your own life.

Tell the truth, Shelly.

Or you too... will end up a spot on the wall.

♪

Shaw: Root, are you there?

It's me. I need your help.

[phone rings]

[solemn music]

She's alive, Harold.

We wrote her off for dead, but she's alive.

We don't know that, Ms. Groves.

Except we do.

I just talked to her on a call originating from the city.

♪

Can we take just five minutes and talk this through?

The last time we had this conversation, I actually listened to you.

And to the Machine.

I called off my search, and all this time, she needed us, Harold.

Like she needs us now.

Isn't this your specialty?

Helping people when the phone rings?

That call was most certainly a trap.

I know.

But Sameen's still alive, and I'm going after her.

[tense music]

♪

Finch: I can't help you, Ms. Groves, if you insist on this impossible pace.

Root. What are we doing out here?

♪

When you told me to stop looking for Shaw, I did.

But now I need you to help me.

I can't do this alone.

♪

Oh, dear.

Harold taught you blackjack and chess...

♪

But I wonder if he ever taught you how to play chicken.

♪

I'm gonna walk across this ledge with my eyes closed until A, you help me find Sameen, or B, I fall tragically to my death.

♪

[wind gusting]

[gasps]

Ms. Groves.

♪

You've calculated the wind speed, so you know how treacherous this is.

[beeping] _

You have to ask yourself what's worse: The two of us working together, or me taking this next step alone.

♪

[beeping] _

♪

Thanks for playing.

Come on, Harry.

[siren wailing]

She found us a ride.

Root: The Machine's located Sameen.

Buckle up.

Root: Shaw's call originated from a landline somewhere inside that asylum.

Steiner Psychiatric Institute.

Root: State controlled with a closed security system, which explains our little pit stop.

[tense music]

The Machine would never let us show up empty-handed to a rescue mission.

♪

Did the Machine have any thoughts about us not getting ourselves k*lled?

Right now, she's pretty fixated on this shovel.

♪

This looks like the spot.

You got a plan to get in, partner?

Relax. We got a backstage pass.

♪

We need a word with your boss.

What makes you think he's here?

How 'bout we come back with a SWAT team?

♪ ♪

That's what I thought.

We're in the bank, Finch.

John, I may have to go offline for a while.

Finch: We've found Sameen.

Shaw? She's alive?

Text me the address. I'm on my way.

I need you to babysit Elias.

Elias: I don't need a sitter, John.

And I warned you not to interfere.

♪ ♪

By "interfering," you mean saving your life?

Again?

Who says I need saving?

How long do you think you got before the Brotherhood comes looking to make their own withdrawal?

[air whooshes]

Pneumatic tubes once looped around the entire island of Manhattan delivering mail and money.

American ingenuity at its finest.

And you would have me leave?

Flee like a coward?

You know me better than that, John.

I know you used to be careful.

Canister in the trash? Sloppy.

And enough evidence to charge you with conspiracy to commit m*rder.

Are you placing me under arrest, Detectives?

If you don't go quietly.

[g*ns cocking]

Time to end this w*r.

[g*n cocks]

This is your last chance, Detectives.

Walk away while you still can.

[g*nf*re]

Reese: The Brotherhood.

Can't say I didn't warn you.

Hurry.

[g*nf*re and shouting]

You got another way out?

Just like old times.

This way.

♪

Fool me once, old man.

[tense music]

11 weeks ago, this second-rate facility upgraded to a fiber-optics network it can't possibly afford.

♪

Root: Come on, Harry.

♪

Information travels through optical fiber in pulses of light.

Just 1% of any one pulse contains...

100% of the data.

Like a drop of blood carrying DNA.

Exactly.

Our micro-clamping friend here will bend the cable just enough to leak a little light.

And they'll never know they've been hacked.

This is a cascade of information.

Samaritan is doing more than just harboring Ms. Shaw in there.

We'll need to cr*ck its considerable encryption.

She's already accessing your laptop.

[laptop beeping]

Root: "All forces on alert.

We will soon isolate the Machine."

♪

They're close to finding you.

I don't care what happens to me.

Finch: What did the Machine tell you?

She says it's too dangerous.

I'm inclined to agree, Ms. Groves.

This isn't just a rescue mission to save Shaw.

The Machine needs our help too.

If we don't save them, who will?

♪
♪

Detective, looks like you caught a b*llet through the shoulder.

Props to the sh**t.

Oh, he's dead.

You'll be joining him soon enough.

♪

Dominic: Extra cell.

Let me guess.

Belongs to our friend Riley.

Fake cop needs one for his day job and one for special assignments.

What're we waiting for?

We should put Elias down now while we have the chance.

Tell me, how do Elias and his buddies manage to stay one step ahead?

They got good intel.

We k*ll them now, that intel dies with them.

This isn't just about running the city.

This is about staying alive long enough to enjoy it.

♪

What do the Romans say?

I came, I saw, I conquered.

You can't conquer what you don't understand.

Dominic: Exactly.

In this day and age, a fugitive crime lord like yourself remains free.

How?

Because two of New York's finest protect and serve you.

At least they used to.

Dominic: From now on, they answer to me.

And you're all gonna tell me how this little symbiotic relationship works.

♪

How are we gonna know they're telling the truth?

That's why I invited a mutual friend.

Sorry, boys...

♪

But I got an offer I couldn't refuse.

♪

[tense music]

You admitted me to the funny farm once.

Turnabout's fair play.

I don't recall dressing you like a homeless dope fiend.

[chuckles softly] It's not that bad.

You look more hipster than homeless.

Did the Machine have any instructions for me?

She said just be honest.

Hello, Doctor?

I need to admit this man on a TDO.

72-hour involuntary hold.

He's an increasingly dangerous paranoid schizophrenic.

Unless he'd care to disagree?

♪

It's not paranoia if they're really out to get you.

Who exactly is after you?

The Brotherhood, the federal government, an artificial super intelligence, obviously.

What's your name, sir?

I go by many names, all derived from species of birds.

I'd mark him as a John Doe.

He basically lives in the subway.

Thanks. We'll take it from here.

Everything's gonna be okay. Find Lenny.

Tell him they stole his spaceman.

♪
♪

I hate to interrupt this scintillating contest, but I was hoping to find Lenny?

♪

Thank you.

Pardon me. Lenny?

Those gentlemen stole your spaceman.

♪

Liars.

[woman screams]

You stole my spacemen.

[Lenny yelling]

[shouting]

man: Calm down, calm down.

♪

No!

Aah!

[grunting]

♪

[shouting]

♪

The ninth floor is reserved for the most violent patients.

It's the most secure, and it's the only floor without surveillance cameras.

It's also the only floor with secure elevator access.

This has to be it.

I'm searching the electronic charts for a profile that might match Sameen's.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Okay, don't lose your head, Ms. Groves.

This might mean nothing, but they're holding a compact Persian sociopath in Room 914.

♪

[keypad beeping]

♪

Stay tuned, Harold.

♪

[keypad beeping]

♪

Greer: Everything we have worked for is coming to fruition.

The Correction is upon us.

Standby for instructions.

♪

You need to leave, Harold. Now.

Not without you, Ms. Groves.

Root: You don't have a choice.

This is Samaritan's base of operations.

We're in the belly of the beast.

[tense music]

♪

You have to shut your eyes.

A lesson I've learned all too well.

I would've stayed in the dark too if some...

[sighs]

Friends hadn't convinced me to dig a little deeper.

♪

Now, I'm curious.

How does a prep school girl from Greenwich ever come to work for Samaritan?

I... I have no idea who this Samaritan is.

This is all a huge mistake.

Please... please, I...

I have a daughter.

Sarah. She's a toddler.

And my son, Jackson, he's just starting second grade.

I just want to go home and see them.

♪

I'm sorry.

I know how you feel.

I lost my mother too at a very young age.

♪

But you already know that, don't you, Shelly?

That's why you keep playing the mother card.

Did it tell you to do that?

Did it think that you could handle me too?

How many agents are you handling for Samaritan?

♪

You recognize anyone?

Control: Kind of looks like Tyler.

At least it used to.

I go... I go to the park on my lunch hour.

I like to watch the artists paint.

Who do you watch in the coffee shop?

I'm in that coffee shop at least three times a week.

Okay, this is just... this is just some sort of freak coincidence.

A more pertinent question would be, what's a middle-aged, caffeine-addicted school teacher doing roaming the halls of the White House?

♪

You have no idea what's coming for you, bitch.

♪

Dominic: I'm offering a place at the table.

Acknowledge me as the head of the five families, and you and your men can live.

Just because you're sitting at the head doesn't mean you can lead.

My men are loyal to me.

Which men?

The Cosa Nostra or our boys in blue?

Ah, and then there's the mysterious third party... the guy with the tech.

The hacker.

Harper: Don't bother lying.

I told them about Harold.

Honest about your deceit.

How noble.

Harold's tapped into the city's cameras.

I want his system.

Well, you're gonna k*ll me regardless.

Why turn on a friend?

Like you turned on your right-hand man?

Anthony, right?

How's it feel knowing you're responsible for your friend's death?

Do you really want to know?

[tense music]

Be careful what you wish for, Dominic.

♪

We'll start with the hand and work our way up.

♪

[hammer thuds] [Elias screams]

Where do you meet Harold?

Do you have a safe house in the city?

♪

If I knew, I would've told you by now.

♪

Where is your boss, Detective?

Truth is, I don't know.

The truth hurts.

[gurgling]

You want some air?

Tell me where your hacker boss is.

[coughs]

[groans]

Again.

Wait.

Wait. [coughs]

Wait.

You got... you got a loofah?

Maybe you can wash my back while you're at it.

♪

[gurgling]

[door squeaks]

♪

Found this in one of the canisters.

Date and time of the courthouse hearing.

Got a rat in our crew.

He got our boys k*lled.

An inside man selling secrets to Elias.

♪

[gurgling]

♪

Fish him out. We got more important business.

[gasping]

Link: Come help me out.

♪

I'll go get the key.

[groans]

Listen, I got a little text from Thornhill.

She said I could name my price if I save your ass.

[coughs]

[handcuffs jingle, lock clicks]

Hey, thanks for the spa day, sunshine.

I'm not done with you yet.

[grunts] [handcuffs jingle]

[coughs]

♪

This is a restricted floor, Doctor.

Sorry.

I was looking for an aspirin stash.

I have a lower back thing.

[g*nshots ping] [men grunt]

[men groaning]

♪

Sameen?

♪

[metallic clang]

♪

You just missed her.

[g*nshots ping]

♪

[g*nsh*t pings]

Aah!

[g*nshots]

[grunting]

[g*n clicks]

[g*n clatters on floor]

Time to finish what we started.

You read my mind.

[both grunting]

♪

Where are they taking her?

Relax. I'm sure it's someplace nice.

♪ ♪

[Root grunting]

Martine: You should be proud of Shaw.

She held out for a month or two.

I had to hurt her pretty bad.

[gasps, groans]

But she broke eventually.

Lying bitch.

And by the way, thanks for doing everything she said you would do.

[solemn music]

♪

You're calmer than normal, John, given the circumstances.

I took a trip to the mountains, and I saw an old friend.

♪

Just reminded me what I've been missing.

And what is that?

Life.

And yet, here you are, stuck in a dark basement with me.

You should have heeded my warning.

You knew that the Brotherhood was coming.

That canister in the trash... that wasn't a mistake.

Did I leave a bread crumb?

Just wondering what's up your sleeve.

Trap door?

Pneumatic tubes rigged with C-4?

I'm afraid this is my last stand.

♪

You're an honorable man, John.

It's been nice knowing you.

[door clicks]

Gonna need you to write a little letter.

With your good hand.

At "Sunrise, 3648 Lafayette Avenue."

[tense music]

Unless you want Riley here to wipe for you from now on.

How 'bout you come a little closer?

I'll settle my own score, John.

My friends are upset because they're discovered a traitor in their midst.

Now write,

"Veni, vidi, vici."

♪

It's the address to the Brotherhood's base of operations.

As far as your men are concerned, their boss just gave them orders to inv*de.

And when they come, the Brotherhood will be waiting.

Dominic: Your men can die by your hands or you can give me the name of the rat in my crew.

♪

Martine: Let's get her strapped to the bed.

This shouldn't take long.

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

Greer: Really, Ms. Groves.

There's such a thing as nobility in defeat.

I have everything I need to find the Machine, and no amount of kicking will change that.

If you found the Machine, I'd be the first to know.

Greer: Exactly.

We have scoured every network device on the planet without success, until I realized, you are the last piece of the puzzle.

The answer is in your head.

[chuckles]

I don't have the slightest idea where the Machine's located.

Not in your brain.

In your head.

Your direct line to the Machine.

The cochlear implant.

Your little girlfriend told us all about it.

She would never.

Greer: We have no reason to lie about something like that.

[tense music]

Greer: Welcome, Mr. Finch.

You're just in time to see us cut your friend's head open.

There'll be some brain damage, but you'll still be able to clothe and feed yourself.

Though I can't say you'll be much a marksman moving forward.

♪

[saw whirring]

Harold doesn't have to see this.

If you want, I'll end him first and let you watch.

Lay a hand on him, I'll k*ll you.

Sit back. Relax, honey.

Or I'll lay more than just a hand on him.

♪

He doesn't look like much of a fighter.

Bet he'll d*ed without so much as a peep.

♪

[dramatic music]

[neck snaps]

♪

What do you know?

Not a peep.

Now I surrender.

[tense music]

♪

Who's your contact at the White House?

I used to admire you... the work you did for your country.

You could still prove that you're a true patriot.

[chuckles softly]

How? By letting you go?

No, this is not about me.

It's about to begin.

The Correction.

Correction?

For whom?

Don't worry.

It's nothing you haven't done yourself.

What are you talking about?

The ferry bombing.

You sanctioned Nathan Ingram's death along with all the other innocent people.

Samaritan is planning an att*ck.

att*ck?

Is that you would classify the actions you took to protect your country?

When?

♪

May 6th.

♪

What does that number mean?

[g*n cocks]

You can go ahead and sh**t me.

I'm not gonna tell you.

[grunts]

Aah!

[gasping]

You should save your energy, because you're gonna need it.

Sherry: Do you know the story of Sodom and Gomorrah?

Lot's wife couldn't help but look back at the burning city, and she burst into a pillar of salt.

But you can still save yourself if you don't do anything to stop the Correction.

You said yourself, you're good at shutting your eyes.

Well, the world is about to catch fire.

Here's your last chance to look away.

♪

[tense music]

Time's up.

Do we have an agreement, or do we send the note and exterminate your men?

♪

Send it through the tubes.

Okay, okay. You win.

Just please... just leave my men alone.

Now tell me, who's your informant?

♪

He has me send payments to this account.

Your money man can verify.

♪

[camera shutter snaps]

We'll be hearing shortly.

♪

[phone rings]

Yeah, Lawrence. What do you got?

♪

No, that'll be all.

♪

Lawrence give you a name?

An alias.

I need your advice on how to deal with this.

It's not enough to hit back.

Got to put your enemy in the ground.

♪

Whose name was on the account?

[g*nshots]

It was yours, Link.

[laughing]

Oh. Oh, man.

You could take my title, but you can't hold on to it.

You can't trust anyone.

And now your men won't trust you.

They trust that I will exterminate a rat.

Rat?

I might have lied about a few things.

Like the message your men intercepted.

♪

You planted that message?

You knew we were coming.

Well, good news, there's no rat in your organization.

Bad new, you need a new right-hand man.

[grunting]

You want to k*ll me? Go ahead.

You were always gonna win this w*r anyway.

Reese: k*ll him, you'll never get the information you want.

Tell me you have another plan, Elias.

This is my plan, John.

I told you I'd make them answer for Anthony.

So tell me, how does it feel knowing that you're responsible for your friend's death?

♪

[tense music]

♪

Shall we continue?

Have you forgotten her so quickly?

You've already discarded her, and you're a human being.

Imagine how quickly that thing that you've created would discard you.

Do you ever lay awake at night wondering if one day it will see you as a thr*at?

Or worse, as irrelevant?

How arrogant of you to think that any of us are anything but irrelevant.

♪

Samaritan is offering your Machine a second chance to save the lives of its human agents.

Give up its location, or they die.

The offer expires in 60 seconds.

♪

[bone saw buzzing]

Don't do it.

Please.

Don't give yourself up.

Harold was right.

We are interchangeable.

You can replace us.

You can keep fighting.

[electronics powering down]

[solemn music]

[electronics beeping]

♪

No, don't do it.

Don't die for us.

♪

[electronics click, whir]

♪ ♪

Until the next time, Mr. Finch.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Shelly: Go home to your loved ones.

Hold your daughter tight, because a new day is dawning.

And those who impede progress... the disruptive, the aberrant... will be systematically purged from our society.

There will be no mercy, no stay of execution.

For some, this will be the end.

But for others, a rebirth.

A second chance to live the life that they were designed for.

Every life given a purpose.

Samaritan will build a new world.

A better world.

Too bad you won't live to see it.

♪ ♪

[g*nshots ping]

♪

The Machine gave up its location to save our lives.

They're going to k*ll her, Harold.

Do you know where they're going?

I don't know.

But we have to get there first, before it's too late.

♪