05x04 - 6,741

[bunniefuu]

[heartbeat thumping]

[gasps]

[breathing hard]

A little more irrigation, please.

Soon you'll forget it's even there.

[breathing hard]

doctor: You might feel a tiny pinch.

Almost done.

Got my German Shepherd chipped.

Had a nasty habit of jumping the fence.

I'm afraid this att*ck dog is slightly more advanced.

Fortunately for us, so is our chip.

I should hope so.

Ms. Shaw has k*lled six of my men in the last nine months.

Just stitching up now.

It appears the operation has been a success.

Sir, implanting an electronic microchip this close to her brain stem is incredibly risky--

Thank you, Doctor.

I expect Ms. Shaw to be much more accommodating from here on out.

Time to begin phase two.

Hi.

I'm Stewart.

You have beautiful eyes and gray matter.

If I was a zombie--

[slurping]

[chuckles]

A little humor to break the ice.

[clears throat]

Shall we?

Lambert: Do you remember the first time you realized there was something greater than yourself? Some people never experience this state of grace. Not everyone is meant to, but you merely have to ask, and we can show you the face of a god, or we can wipe your slate clean.

Which one will it be, Sameen?

The choice is yours.

We'll start by asking you a few questions.

Do you remember your name, your mission?

What about the names of your Machine's acolytes?

They've compressed the Machine to its core code, hiding it somewhere.

Where would they go?

Stewart: Nothing.

I think that chip fried her brain.

There was a park you played in as a girl on the base in Qatar.

The playground had a roundabout.

The other kids loved to spin, but you got sick, so sick it made you angry.

One day you forced yourself to spin from sunup to sundown.

How many times did you retch that day?

There isn't much that gets a rise out of you, is there?

All right, then, let's play a game.

Joseph Kent, firefighter.

He pulled you out of the twisted wreckage that claimed your father's life.

Tell me, is Kent dead or alive?

Dead.

Multiple myeloma, rare bone cancer.

Sadly, not rare enough.

Dead or alive?

Come on, take a look.

Agent Cole, your old partner, dead.

Mm.

I'm starting to see a pattern.

Dead... or... alive?

Did you come up with this game all by yourself, or did it tell you to bore me to death?

Well, if it were up to me, I'd have abandoned you long ago like your so-called friends.

First thing I'm gonna do when I get out of these straps... is make you bleed.

Promises, promises.

Afraid our chip didn't take.

How should we proceed?

Our pet goes under the Kn*fe again.

And if she becomes a slobbering vegetable?

A little brain damage is a small price to pay if we can turn Ms. Shaw into a valuable asset.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

woman: Sameen! Sameen!

Stop it.

Stop resisting!

Hold still.

[Sameen groaning]

nurse: I think she wet herself.

What a mess.

I thought she was a k*ller.

Perhaps you over-sedated her.

Doesn't matter.

Even if Shaw becomes a team player after her next visit to the OR, her bladder issues will be the least of her problems.

Surgery waits for no man.

[both grunting]

[groaning]

Have a seat.

My men will be waiting as soon as the door opens.

I'm counting on it.

The average person swallows 2,000 times a day.

Now, it's a good thing you're not average, 'cause this much BZD could stop your heart.

Now let's play a game.

Dead or alive?

[muffled grunting]

[g*nsh*t]

Alive. Well, what do you know?

Now that's what I call being a team player.

[alarm blaring]

[muffled yelling]

[ringing]

guard: Hey!

[grunting]

[alarm continues ringing]

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

No, no, no.

You gotta be kidding me.

Okay, I'm gonna have to borrow your boat.

Thanks for the parting gift.

Shaw: Hamid...

Can I, uh-- can I help you find anything?

Move along, Milhouse.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

The patient is ready for you, Doctor.

[chaotic whispering]

[mutters]

Hey, Milhouse.

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

Dandy. Thanks for asking.

I just need to use your phone.

Oh, come on, man, today.

Bobby. Bobby what?

Jackson.

Bobby Jackson. Yeah.

Okay, Bobby Jackson, you'll do.

Customer service. How can we help you today?

Uh, yeah, hi, I'm calling from the City Square Pharmacy on 24th Street.

There's a homicide in progress.

I'm about to k*ll Bobby Jackson.

What?

Looks like your number's up.

Uh, yeah, hi, I'm calling from the City Square Pharmacy on 24th Street.

Okay, Bobby, stop that, all right?

Don't be such a wimp.

[whimpers]

Bobby. Hey, hey.

Please, please don't k*ll me.

I want to live, please.

Stop.

Stop wetting yourself, all right?

I'm not really gonna k*ll you.

I just needed to make it look good, send up a flare for some friends.

They tend to show up at imminent murders.

But some other people might show up before my friends do.

Now, you guys got a sporting goods section?

Uh...

Aisle five.

[gasps, mutters]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Shaw: Batter up.

Ugh! Ah!

Go.

Ugh! Ah!

Ugh!

Drop it!

[click]

[g*n clatters]

Looks like today's your lucky day.

Orders said to bring you back.

Didn't say to bring you back alive.

[g*nsh*t]

Ah!

woman: Whoever's back there, kick over your w*apon, and I'll let you keep full mobility.

Shaw.

Not a very friendly homecoming.

Thanks for saving my ass.

I can't believe it's you.

[groans]

Shaw?

Shaw. Shaw!

Samaritan is definitely tracking her.

We can't take her back to the Machine.

I guess we're gonna have to do it here.

They got in my head.

Way ahead of you.

We've seen Samaritan's brain accessories before.

Let's get that chip out of your skull.

We're on a moving subway car that's probably caked in rat crap.

Not the ideal operating theater.

Fugitives can't be choosers.

[Kn*fe clicks]

Brain surgery, medieval-style.

Awesome.

Remember how we first met?

You tried to burn me with an iron.

Fun, right?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe you'll like this too.

But it's probably gonna suck.

Just get this damn thing out of me.

Aah!

Finch: We shouldn't throw caution to the wind.

Remember Martine told us Shaw had been turned.

Root: She was lying.

Shaw's one of us.

Reese: We don't know what they did to her.

Where the hell did you take me?

You're at my place, sweetie.

Nice digs.

Wanna move in?

Someone else is excited you're back.

Woman's best friend.

[Bear whimpers]

Bear.

Oh, it's damn good to see you too, buddy.

Finch: Bear, leave her be.

[German command]

The chip?

Removed and disabled.

They can't hurt you anymore.

I'll analyze the chip.

It may hold intel that could help the Machine.

So the Machine's still alive?

Alive and well.

Wanna take a field trip? Say hi?

I don't know.

If I step out of here, they could pick up the scent.

You're right to exercise caution.

We gotta get to Greer.

Cut off the dragon's head, the body will die.

A well thought-out plan takes time.

We haven't survived this long by virtue of rash decisions.

Yeah, 'cause actions aren't really your thing, huh?

Did you even look for me?

Of course we did.

Not hard enough.

We should go, John.

I trust you'll recover smoothly under Ms. Groves' care.

Left you, um, some get-well whiskey in the bar.

I hope he didn't miss me too much.

I never stopped looking for you.

It's kind of cold in here.

Uh, yeah.

You're just, uh, still recovering from surgery.

You should get under the covers.

Kinda left me hanging at the stock exchange.

Of course, you did save my life.

Maybe there's some way I can repay the favor?

I'm not really in the right mindset for any of this.

Right.

You should get some rest.

Had a rough couple of days.

You know, I'm not tired.

It's hard to imagine both of us... making it out of this in one piece.

♪ do I move you ♪

Be a hell of a way to go.

♪ are you willing ♪
♪ ♪
♪ do I groove you ♪
♪ is it thrilling ♪
♪ ♪

[thud]

Ah!

Guess you're in the mindset now.

♪ tell the truth now ♪
♪ do I move you ♪

Shut up.

[dishware shattering]

♪ the answer better be yes ♪
♪ ♪

[moaning]

♪ sweet God almighty ♪

Oh!

That didn't suck.

Oh, there was plenty of sucking.

I already wanted to tear Samaritan apart, turn it into an Atari.

That's too nice.

Scarred my beautiful girl.

Maybe a Casio.

All the scars are from before when I worked relevant numbers with the ISA.

Samaritan's t*rture was more psychological.

And you never broke.

When I was training the with ISA, they taught us if we were ever tortured to take our mind somewhere else, someplace safe.

Where did you go?

Nowhere.

The training was bull.

There was no safe place.

No escape.

Hey... stay here with me.

[chuckles]

Well, I couldn't stand you when we first met.

You wouldn't stop bugging me.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Uhh--

No.

No...

The chip is gone.

You're-- you're not in my head anymore.

Get out of my--

[knocking on door]

Root: Sameen?

Are you okay?

I don't know.

Come back to bed.

We'll figure it out in the morning.

Okay, I'll be right there.

[beep]

Hey, baby.

Don't move a muscle.

I'm gonna go grab us some breakfast.

[door closes]

So what did you need to tell me so urgently?

Finch finished analyzing the chip.

It's a placebo.

If there's anything wrong with Shaw, it's not the chip.

Is she okay?

She's... behaving strangely.

We need to figure out what's going on with her.

If she's turned.

Shaw's not the enemy.

You have no idea what Samaritan put her through.

Or how it's changed her?

I won't hurt her.

Neither will you.

I'm not saying that.

Look, just... stay with her.

See if you can find out anything.

So I don't get it. You guys think that I'm a double agent, or I'm a human b*mb about to detonate?

Sameen.

John's a professional d*ck, but I can't believe that you don't trust me.

Wait, did--

Did you bug me?

I know you have been through things that we can't imagine, but... you don't have to be scared.

Scared? This has to end.

Now.

You know what? Screw this.

Excuse me.

[line trilling]

Hi, honey.

Yeah, this is Sameen Shaw.

I know you're looking for me.

So come and get me.

Hello? Who's this?

I'm taking the fight to Samaritan right now.

And I'm gonna destroy it once and for all.

We're not equipped for this hunting party.

We are now.

I brought a few extra party favors.

It's time we slay the dragon.

Or time we hit the road.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Damn it.

Hands up!

Found our escapee, sir. We'll make it look clean.

Could've made it a little harder for us, though.

You know, I was thinking the exact same thing.

Can you triangulate a signal off his last call?

Let's reach out and touch his boss.

My dear Samaritan, have you relocated Sameen Shaw or her associates?

Hey, Gramps.

Ah!

Root!

You okay? Let's go.

[dramatic music]

Everything all right, Sameen?

If you want to live, keep your mouth shut.

Please don't sh**t.

I have no wish to make my final confession.

Why'd you bring us here, Finch?

Turns out this is the best place to hide from a god.

This way, please.

Finch: It seems centuries-old stone acts as a natural Faraday cage.

At least we won't disturb the occupants.

We should be safe here.

Hmm.

How unreasonably optimistic of you.

Reese: There's no hiding him, not for long.

Root: So we don't hide him.

We k*ll him while we still have the chance.

We don't render final judgments, Ms. Groves.

Then we'll never win. Let's finish this now.

We need him alive.

Weren't you the one who said, "Cut off the head, the dragon dies"?

Oh, Puff's head's gonna roll, but not before he tells us how to defeat it.

I'm not the head of the beast, as you suggest.

There is no head.

As such, I'm irrelevant.

So, do with me what you will.

t*rture, k*ll.

You know, I was hoping you'd say that.

You had me strapped to a bed for nine months.

So now you're returning the favor.

It's retribution time, is it?

Well, that's the one thing we operatives are good at.

Afraid my days in MI6 are long gone.

Oh, but not your habits.

I knew a lot of guys like you. Hell, I was you.

And one of the qualities you all have in common-- you always have an out.

And you built the damn thing, so you must have an off switch.

Be a dear and wake me up when you're done asking the same question.

How do you shut it down?

There's nothing in my lapel, John.

No, but you've got a k*ll switch in here somewhere.

You wouldn't trust anyone but yourself with it.

There.

You find something?

[Greer groaning]

Ms. Shaw, please.

Please, Sameen!

Whatever it is you're hiding, it's wedged between your radius and your ulna.

A USB drive.

Didn't you say we're in a Faraday cage, Finch?

Let's plug it in.

The USB's heavily encrypted, but I broke through long enough to get a glimpse of a familiar code.

So you know the code?

I know the author.

An old associate, Arthur Claypool, Samaritan's forefather.

I believe this code is a k*ll switch.

A unique string of characters that will obliterate our rival once this USB is plugged into a networked device.

But we won't know for sure until I cr*ck this encryption.

So keep typing!

You should rest, Ms. Shaw.

Your...

My brain's been fried.

I'm sorry.

You're not the one who drilled into my head.

But maybe I could've helped to stop it.

You asked me if I even looked for you.

In my heart, I thought--

You thought I was dead.

I gave up on you.

And for that I am truly, truly sorry.

Well, if I'm gonna tackle this encryption, I need to go to a more private place.

[gasps]

Ms. Shaw?

Sameen, what are you doing?

Sameen! Sameen?

Sameen, please, let go.

[gasping]

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to look at the drive.

It's all right, Ms. Shaw.

Like I said, you need some rest.

Finch: Ms. Groves, let's get you a proper bandage.

And here I thought this might be my final resting place.

What just happened?

I have no idea.

And neither does Ms. Shaw. Keep an eye on her.

Reese: You've been through a lot.

I'll keep watch. Get some shut-eye.

Shaw: No.

Not till I kick this lousy AI's ass off the face of the Earth.

[distant footsteps]

Hard soles.

Flanking formation. Three, maybe four ops.

[g*n cocks]

Guess nap time's over.

Keep Greer company. I'll be right back.

[clears throat]

I appreciate your commitment to authenticity, my dear Sameen, but, uh, it's time to call off this charade, don't you think?

I think you're lucky to be alive.

Yes, I am.

Mm-hmm, thanks to you.

You've almost completed your mission.

Everything is proceeding exactly as we planned.

We didn't plan anything.

Didn't we?

It was your idea to plant the USB in my arm.

Ingenious, really.

It is a k*ll switch, only not the kind your friends are expecting.

[groans] Ah--

You lying bastard.

Ugh.

You planted another chip.

We didn't need a chip.

We broke you months ago.

No. I escaped.

Because we let you.

Now, be a good girl and lead us to the Machine and the base of its operations.

Then we can all go home.

Ugh! Ah!

We're already in your head.

You couldn't hurt me even if you wanted to.

But you will have blood on your hands when you m*rder all of your friends. [laughing]

[Shaw groaning]

[g*nsh*t]

Ah--

I took care of the operatives upstairs, but more will show up soon.

Shaw, what did you do?

I k*lled the bastard.

They planned for us to find that USB.

Greer said it was a k*ll switch, just not what we were expecting.

It was a trap.

I think it was a Trojan horse.

What if it signaled Samaritan when we plugged it into some kind of network device?

They would know where Finch is, the Machine, and they'd att*ck.

Come on.

Reese: Finch, do not plug the USB into anything that is not air gapped.

Finch: I already did.

There was no other way to test it.

What's wrong?

Damn it.

It's a beacon.

Samaritan knows where you are.

You need to get the hell out, fast.

John, we can't abandon the Machine.

I thought you'd say that.

We'll be there to back you up as soon as we can.

This way.

Shaw, wait.

How did Greer know we were gonna capture him?

What?

He knew it.

That's why he created a trap and implanted a USB.

Somebody warned him.

You got something to say?

You better nut up and say it.

Did you warn him?

Not a chance in hell.

You good?

Yeah.

We gotta go, come on.

Something's wrong with you.

We're not going back to the Machine until we talk this through.

Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[echoing voices]

Finch: John, Sameen, are you all right?

What's going on?

I don't know what happened.

Samaritan ops, they came out of nowhere.

They got him.

John's dead.

Finch: No, this can't happen!

Root: Shaw, you have to get out of there.

I'll come find you, bring you back.

You can't. You're hurt.

I am not ready to lose you again, Sameen.

Whatever happened, we'll fix it.

Just stay alive.

[labored breathing]

[whispers] Don't.

No, please don't.

This way.

I think we lost them.

We gotta get back to the Machine.

We need to be sure first.

Harold's alone, unprotected.

Don't worry.

I'll watch our tail.

You lead the way.

There's something I need to tell you about Reese.

It can wait till we're home safe.

Follow me.

Where are you going?

We need to get back to Harold and the Machine.

[whispers] I can't do this anymore.

I don't know who's controlling this.

Controlling what, sweetie?

Me.

I sh*t Reese.

And now I'm gonna k*ll you too.

So why haven't you?

Because somewhere... in your sociopathic heart, you know we belong together.

We'll work through this, but first... I need to get you to safety.

But nothing's safe.

Do you know where we are?

What they did to me?

The t*rture?

I told you I couldn't escape it.

But when things got to be too bad... there was one place I would go to in my mind.

[melancholy music]

Here... with you.

You were my safe place.

But not anymore, and I can't control myself.

So the only thing I can control is this.

Sameen!

[sweeping orchestration]

♪ ♪

[children laughing]

Sir, she blew her brains out again.

And she didn't lead us any closer to the Machine's location.

It appears we still have a few wrinkles to iron out.

Good news-- she waited an extra hour before she sh*t you.

How uplifting.

Shall we give it another go, sir?

Yes.

Start the simulation again.

Simulation 6,742.

[gasps]

doctor: How are you doing, Sameen?

We have all the time in the world, my dear Sameen.