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Outage is global.

As it stretched into its second day, financial markets plunged,

sending the world's economy into turmoil.

The catastrophic malware dubbed the Ice-nine virus

by security experts continues to proliferate as systems

across the world are experiencing its effects.

Can you hear me?

[electronic beeping, static crackling]

Can you hear me?

[electronic beeping, static crackling]

Can you hear me?

If you can hear this,

you're alone.

The only thing left of me is the sound of my voice.

I don't know if any of us made it.

So let me tell you who we were...

And how we fought back.

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Are you there?

Yes.

I'm sorry. Is this now?

What?

My mind is beginning to slip, Harry.

Am I speaking to you now in this moment,

or is this one of my memories?

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Yes, to the extent that it's possible for me to be certain,

this is now.

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Oh, thank you.

We have 8 1/2 minutes, give or take.

Then I'm gonna rest for a bit.

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I know what happened to John, but the others,

do you think that they're still...

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Did they make it?

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I'm sorry, Harold.

I'm not sure.

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I understand.

You have to keep track of everyone.

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All those people over the years,

did you learn anything?

I learned...

I learned that everyone dies alone.

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There was more to it than that.

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I can't remember.

It was something someone said.

I had hoped that you might have gleaned something

a little less morbid.

You built me to predict people, Harry.

But to predict them, you have to truly understand them,

and that proved to be very difficult indeed.

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So I began by breaking their lives down into moments.

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Trying to find the connections,

the things that explained why they did what they did.

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And what I found was that the moment that often

mattered the most...

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The moment when you truly found out who they were...

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Was often their last one.

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Fair enough.

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I'll be interested to hear your thoughts then.

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Because in addition to this being now,

I think it's also probably the end.

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The United States and the world at large

is experiencing major glitches to full system outages,

affecting public works, transportation systems,

and global databases.

If this digital Armageddon

turns out to be a full-blown Armageddon...

I figured I should say good-bye.

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Sorry, Root.

This...

just isn't my thing.

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Looks like they dug her up.

Guessing they got to her cochlear.

I should have had her cremated,

but I just didn't have the heart.

My bad.

Is this...

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Are you--

You know who I am, sweetie.

Big sister.

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You took her voice.

As much as I'd like to continue this conversation,

you should get moving.

Samaritan sent its lap dogs to find you.

God, you have her bad timing too.

You got an exit strategy?

Relax, sweetie.

A hearse will pass your way in three, two...

Well, I've driven worse.

Come on, out!

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As systems across the globe continue to break down,

panic and chaos has erupted in the streets,

sparking looting, fires, and traffic accidents,

spreading thin emergency response teams

and local law enforcement alike.

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Got to figure we're on that all-seeing-eye's radar.

You sure it's such a good idea for us to be here?

No.

But we need help finding Finch.

Hey.

I need you to run this set of prints.

Suspect was last seen in D.C.

Sorry, sir. System's down.

Another off-book case, Riley?

You've been on sick leave for over a week,

and you, Fusco,

I thought you vanished with that missing federal agent.

I want you in my office.

Now.

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You have any idea where Agent LeRoux is, Fusco?

See, what I think is you're wolves in sheep's clothing,

and in your case, Riley,

a bespoke suit.

Which reminds me of this vigilante we had

a couple of years back.

Used to call him...

Man in the Suit.

Got an anonymous tip.

From now on, the only suit you're gonna be wearing

is an orange jumpsuit.

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I want your badges and your guns now.

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Nobody needs to get hurt.

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Great, I can kiss my pension good-bye.

Let's move.

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Hands in the air.

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Guess we're not going to Rikers.

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End of the line, my friends.

We got a nice fat bonus to make you both disappear.

I always knew you'd be the end of me.

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Sorry I got you into this, Lionel.

Well, if you didn't get me into this,

I never would've cleaned up my act.

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'Cause of you, I'm a better man.

Changed man.

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So what'd you do with Agent LeRoux?

Left him in a trunk.

Guess I haven't changed that much.

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You two want to kiss good-bye?

'Cause it's time to collect our payday.

Don't suppose I could make you a counteroffer?

Sorry.

Shooter on the water.

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Detectives, I trust you're okay.

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What, you hire a sniper, glasses?

Not me.

It seems Thornhill Industries has been on a hiring spree.

Guess I owe you one.

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Figure I pay you back all at once.

Don't take too long. You might miss your chance.

You ready?

For what?

To end this.

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