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Harold, have you wondered how we got to this place?

Afraid I'm all too well aware.

You seem very calm, considering you commandeered

the world's most lethal virus.

I assume you've given thought to the ramifications

of what you're about to do.

Of course I have.

But it's the only way to stop Samaritan.

I sense a tone of regret in your voice.

Call it responsibility

for the situation I've put our friends in.

They've always been aware of the risk, Harold.

But it started with me.

Yes.

When you created me,

your machine.

Is that what you regret?

It's understandable for you to ask the question,

"What if?"

It's pointless, I'm sure.

Is it?

I can tell you with a fair amount of certainty,

the world would have been a very different place

had I never existed.

Harold, I knew you would come, my friend.

Ah!

He's building the Machine for one U.S. dollar.

Something happened this morning.

If we don't change the world, someone else will.

¶ ¶

Got anything stronger?

Nathan.

Welcome back.

So how did you fare in our nation's capital?

You tell me.

The government wants to extend us another five years.

Those contracts are worth nearly $1/2 billion.

Suppose that means I need to get back to work.

You do realize technically that neither us need to work anymore.

I think that deserves a toast.

¶ ¶

To achieving the dream.

¶ ¶

Did you ever think we'd make it this far when we started out?

I wasn't sure we'd make it at all.

Any regrets?

Oh...

Sometimes I wonder if we couldn't have done

something more....

meaningful.

You mean the DoD project.

Harold, that's ancient history.

I know, but I sometimes think if we'd have kept trying,

maybe it would have worked.

Maybe we'd have stopped those other attacks.

Or the attacks might have happened regardless.

We made a choice that was right for us.

And you can bet

if the government wants a system like that,

they'll have it someday,

if they don't have it already.

And we dodged a bullet

not getting in bed with those CIA bastards.

If anything had went wrong,

we'd have taken the fall for it.

You're right, I'm sure.

Well, I really do need to get back to work now.

So--hey, so are you good for dinner tomorrow?

Because, you know, Olivia invited

that friend of hers I told you about.

I'm afraid I can't make it.

Harold, there's more to life than just work.

Much more.

I really do appreciate your efforts, Nathan.

But I feel like if it was meant to be,

it would've already happened.

I just want you to be happy, my friend.

And I am.

¶ ¶

So Nathan would have lived.

Yes. And you were never injured.

But...Grace?

Given the laws of probability,

you would have never met her.

What else?

I think that'll have to wait.

Hey, who the hell are you?

What are you doing in my house?

Lower your voice, Mr. Barnett.

You'll wake your wife and daughter.

The combination on your gun safe has been changed,

and your home alarm system is disabled.

You're welcome to retreat into your panic room.

I'll be done shortly.

I'd advise against contacting the authorities.

Unless you want the FBI to learn about Seltene.

What did you say?

The restaurant in Bern

where you sold members of Russia's FSB

your propagation module

used to distribute spyware against U.S. technology firms.

What do you want?

I have something here

that requires a voice-activated password

and your aforementioned propagation module.

That's a virus.

My God.

Ice-nine.

You're gonna take down the internet.

Been there, done that.

I'm going after bigger game.

So.

If you can manage to forget about me,

I'll see to it that I forget about you.

Are we clear?

Wait.

Who are you?

Who am I?

I'm just like you, Mr. Barnett.

A man who sold the world.

Only I charged them $1.

And right now, I need to borrow a few things.

Your vehicle, for starters.

¶ ¶

Novelty notwithstanding, I could have driven myself.

Yes, but why leave anything to chance?

You have enough to think about.

Given your propensity for calculating probabilities,

what chance of success do you give us?

You know I can't lie to you, Harold.

Let's call it the definition of a long shot.

But it's the only one we've got.

Indeed.

¶ ¶

Nobody home.

Finch hasn't been here.

Has anyone?

Hi, buddy.

Atta boy, Bear.

So when was the last time anyone saw Finch?

It's been over a week.

Since he broke out of that prison,

Finch and the Machine have gone radio silent.

Maybe Samaritan caught up to him.

I say we grab a couple of its flunkies,

see what we can squeeze out of them.

No, it's too risky.

We can't afford any more losses.

What we need is a strategy.

Okay, well, you just heard mine.

So you think of a better one,

you give me a call.

¶ ¶

Hey, what's all the hubbub about?

You didn't hear?

Bunch of bodies turned up in some demo'd tunnel in Queens

Still trying to ID 'em all.

¶ ¶

Serial killer.

Detective Fusco.

Agent LeRoux, remember?

It's good to see you again.

Yeah, nice to see you.

¶ ¶

You mind stepping in?

¶ ¶

Shaw, come take a look at this.

Who is it?

Greer.

That's the number the machine sent us?

Close, it gave us the social of his alias.

Philip Hayes, Office of Inter-Governmental Affairs.

Located in D.C.

Looks like we're headed back to the Beltway.

You think Greer's planning to kill Finch?

More like the other way around.

I think Finch is gonna kill Greer.

Or die trying.

Any luggage, sir?

- None. - Very good.

¶ ¶

Your plane is fueled and ready, Mr. Barnett.

¶ ¶

There's a system listening through every microphone,

watching through every camera.

You got lucky.

Carter saved my life.

She saved me from myself.

You ready to get to work, Officer?

Hey, is that who I think it is?

Is that Fusco?

- What's he doing here? - Get a load of this.

Hey, Symanski.

You gotta be kiddin' me.

What?