Allegiance

You 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'll never find us.

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

Bead

No, no, no, no.

He found the treats.

Come on. Go.

He's a military working dog, Finch.

Search and rescue, trained to track people, uncover explosives.

I suppose Moliére is no challenge at all.

Maybe I should have Bear track down Ms. Shaw.

I thought you put her

- on the new number. - I did,

but communication is not her strong suit.

Tallyho, Finch.

Our engineer's in sight.

These turbine blades are missing a customs clearance.

As soon as they get to Kenya,

the locals will demand a bribe to clear them.

But, since we're out of time, call Benny at the Mombasa Customs House.

Tell him there's a bottle of Kentucky Bourbon with his name on it.

Our girl's got more foreign contacts than Reese and I combined.

Indeed. Maria Martinez is quite the world traveler.

Masters in engineering from Stanford.

She works for Hydral Corp, a private energy company.

She's currently working on reconstruction projects

- in third world countries. - She digs wells?

Builds multimillion-dollar generators is more like it.

Her last project was replacing the generators

inside a hydroelectric dam in Iraq.

Maria.

Great work here, adding the GPS trackers.

Considering everything we went through to get those generators

into the country and assemble them.

Can't afford to lose anything, like we did in Iraq.

We have to make sure our supply chain and sources are beyond reproach.

That's Ken Davis, Maria's boss.

He runs Hydral Corp.

Excuse me, I have to take this.

Hello?

(MAN SPEAKS IN ARABIC OVER PHONE)

The package is ready. But we can't talk on the phone.

Meet at the usual place in an hour.

Yeah.

Didn't see that comin'.

Maria just took a five-finger discount on a GPS tracker.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

- Everything all right? - Just a meeting with a supplier

I forgot about.

- Okay. - Thank you.

And she lied to her boss.

Plus this delivery of a mysterious package.

- Sounds like pre-operational tactics. - Tactics? Of what?

- A terrorist cell. - If Maria were a relevant number,

she would fall under the government's purview.

Well, maybe the Machine got its wires crossed.

Ever since it's had that cochlear cuckoo on speed dial...

I fail to see how its relationship with Ms. Groves

has anything to do with this.

You really think that our number could be a terrorist?

I believe Shaw's gonna need our backup.

Hello, Harold.

You wanted to talk to me? Or her?

How did you... Never mind.

- I was curious if... - I don't know anything

about your little number, Harold.

I'm pursuing a much larger objective.

The chip that Decima stole. Has the Machine directed you to...

That chip has already been back-engineered

and thousands of copies are being generated as we speak.

Enough to run Samaritan at full power.

The Machine has alerted me that our elusive adversary is back in town.

Eliminating him might be our last chance at stopping Samaritan.

I'll be in touch next time my ear starts burning.

Do you have my position? Good.

I've made a new friend, but I'm not feeling particularly sociable.

Have our asset at Parker Security go blind.

Direction? Got it.

A little volume, please.

There you are.

Going dark. Rendezvous in two minutes.

What the hell, lady?

Sorry. Thought you were my uncle.

- Beirut. - Baghdad.

Baghdad for Masguf. Saddam knew his fish.

I'll give you that. But shawarma?

Beirut, hands down.

He can't go back.

I'm doing everything I can.

They won't release him.

We must do something now.

I traced Maria's earlier phone call.

Jamal Risha is an Iraqi who immigrated to the US two years ago.

This man, he won't see me. He won't even talk to me.

He's the only thing blocking Omar.

We can't just leave my brother behind.

Finch, you hear that?

According to the Immigration and Customs Enforcement database,

Omar Risha was detained by the Department Of Homeland Security

after landing at JFK a week ago.

Where are they holding him now?

A high-security detention center in Manhattan

under "special administrative measures."

Those are reserved for terrorism suspects.

We have a small window of opportunity to make an impact.

This should open their eyes.

Big bombs keep coming in little packages.

Like the shoe bomber.

I'll keep eyes on Jamal, see if he has any other contacts.

I'll stick close to our friend Maria.

Figure out what the hell she's gotten herself into.

Thanks for the sandwich.

But why do you gotta drag me all the way up here,

just to watch your girl snap a few memories?

When's the last time you saw a New Yorker from the Village

take tourist photos at the UN?

That's a good point.

If you're so smart, what do you need me for?

You can't park here. Security precaution.

Yeah, I got one of those.

Way to make yourself useful, Lionel.

You know, I don't understand all the hoopla with the UN anyway.

Bunch of silver-spoon bureaucrats, if you ask me.

And don't even get me started

with the extraterritorial privileges either.

Oh, I should've just stolen a badge.

How many countries you think there are in the UN?

- Like 50-something? - A hundred and ninety-three.

You know, you really should get out more.

Learn something about other cultures.

What are you talking about? I just ate a falafel.

Yeah, and you got some on your tie.

That's the second tie this week.

Maria's taking photos of the interior of the UN compound.

Surveillance is the last planning stage before an attack.

Wait. She's not shooting the compound.

She's taking pictures of this guy.

Photo's on its way, Finch.

I don't know who the suit is.

The man in the photo is Rene Lapointe, a French diplomat

and current United Nations High Commissioner for refugees.

He's responsible for approving the asylum request

of Jamal's brother Omar.

He just triggered our Jihad Jane to go live.

Maria just stopped his car, and she's putting something...

Ms. Shaw, what is it?

Oh, that was smooth.

I couldn't have done that better myself.

She just placed the GPS tracker onto Lapointe's limo.

She's tracking him.

Taxi!

And, more importantly... I think we just identified her target.

All these fat-cat diplomats travel all over the world,

eatin' on someone else's dime while they talk about feeding the poor.

Maybe you ought to consider applying for a passport.

I have a passport.

My ex and I went to St. Thomas for our honeymoon.

You mean the US Virgin Islands?

Okay, there's our girl.

Your engineer pulls one hell of a changing act.

Yeah, and dressed to kill.

She's still got that package in her shoulder bag.

Go ahead. I'll watch the front.

Hello.

We might have a problem, Finch.

Maria's closing in on her target.

You want proof? There's proof.

Is everything all right, Ms. Shaw?

False alarm.

Unless we're worried about paper cuts.

- Sorry, do I know you? - Omar Risha is not a terrorist.

He worked for US forces in Iraq and for my company as a translator.

There's a recommendation in here from my boss, Ken Davis.

What more proof do you want?

Let me guess.

- You must be Maria. - In person.

Maria, the US Department of Homeland Security

has asked me to weigh all the evidence before classifying refugees.

What evidence do you have to the contrary?

That is confidential.

But, let me assure you, Omar Risha will have a fair hearing.

- Now, if you'll excuse me. - Look, I get it.

Just tell me... what's the going rate?

Are you insane?

I am not leaving until I get an answer.

- Security! - Excuse me, ma'am.

Please come with us.

Sorry, gentlemen. She's with me. It's okay. I know her.

Allow me to take care of this.