QSO

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 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.

Hey, detective.

Busy day directing traffic into a river, cocoa puffs?

No? Nothing?

Hmm?

I'm not in the mood.

Guess stumbling on a pile of bodies can ruin your day.

Yeah.

What do you know about that?

At least you made it out with your life, right?

Yeah, my life and a pile of dust.

Tunnel's too unstable to retrieve any of the evidence.

Department's gonna want to know what I was doing there.

Not sure what to tell them yet, or who I can trust.

Sorry to hear that.

You know the story behind this, don't you?

Someone's killing people and burying the proof.

Why did you have me look into that city planner?

Did you know it was related to Elias's partner, Bruce?

About that.

What's this?

An exit strategy.

For you and your son to disappear off the grid,

just in case.

Just in case?

It's my fault you're in here.

I should have looked into the city planner, not you.

If you continue with this investigation,

just remember,

there's a reason John and Harold are presumed dead.

Mind if I take this?

How many hours have you been sitting out here now?

How's he doing?

Not bad, all things considered.

Got a lot of questions you and Harold aren't gonna answer.

The only way to keep Lionel safe is to keep him in the dark.

Does Harold still feel the same way?

Ask him yourself.

Some army we've got, huh?

I understand you and John want to keep guard over fusco,

but the machine seems to think he's safe.

Mr. Reese and I will both feel better when we

determine that for ourselves.

We were so busy scrambling to catch up.

Samaritan killed those people

right under our noses.

Well,

we've found our footing now.

Soon it will be time for us to go on the offensive.

I got to start my next mission.

Got a matinee to catch.

Take care, Ms. groves.

Wonderful show.

- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.

I'll handle this mission.

Will you just answer me about Shaw?

I just want to know if Shaw is still--

Am 520, wkcp.

No.

Rerouting radio signals into my cochlear implant

is not an answer.

I know it's dangerous with you know who listening,

but what's the point of having an open artificial intelligence

at your disposal

if she's too afraid to talk to you directly?

Harold and I got you back up and running.

Now let's get back on track.

We need to be actively looking for Shaw's exact location.

- Come in. - Miss durov?

Please forgive my impertinence.

My name is vasily.

I just wanted to tell you that your performance today was--

you are a revelation.

I never imagined when I was invited to the ballet that--

you never should've accepted that invitation.

What?

Get down.

, vasily.

Those tickets weren't a bribe, vasily.

Your enemies lured you into an assassination.

Marry me.

There. I have your number now.

I may need something from you soon.

I'll call you.

Thanks for the flowers.

Until the late 1780s.

Let's go.

So the next stop

is the lace-making demonstration in the parlor.

I don't see any backpack.

Listen, I've waited long enough.

No more roundabout instructions.

Quit being a wimp and talk to me.

Facility with--

looked like Washington D.C.--

am 520, wkcp.

He can't stay on our heels forever.

Shaw is out there somewhere.

How about over by the fireplace?

Okay, and three, and two--

though this centuries-old house

has been turned into a tourist attraction,

residual paranormal energy remains.

This electromagnetic frequency meter will help to determine

whether the haunting rumors are true.

- Cut. - Great.

You think they'll let us into the attic?

You want me to get the emf meter in the backpack?

Am I going ghost hunting?

Or am I going Shaw hunting?

I refuse to do one more mission

until I know that what I'm doing is going to lead me to sameen.

Weird, I just got a text from a random number.

Hold on, guys.

Maybe this is a message from beyond.

"Wkcp.

"Ufo.

Find her. Run."

What do you think it means?

Got the backpack. Gonna have to improvise.

Hey there, ufo.

How much for the shirt?

Sure, we don't yet have definitive proof,

but based on the evidence, we can't completely discount

the existence of extraterrestrial life.

You're listening to mysterious transmissions on am 520, wkcp.

In a minute, we're gonna open up the phone lines.

I want to hear what you've all been up to--

you must be Brittany, right?

Is that voice coming from the speakers right now?

Weird stuff you see on the streets?

- Lights in the sky? - Yes.

Strange men showing up at your door

asking questions that don't make any sense?

You must be here for the producer gig.

Take me to your leader.

Take a little break here, and when we get back,

we're gonna lift the veil together.

No.

Sameen, stop resisting!

Hold still!

Sunny skies for all of next week

as the fall weather rolls in

and temperatures start dropping.

So his producer quits out of nowhere,

and then his engineer quits.

Max refused to cancel his show for tonight,