A House Divided

I like your plane, Frankie. He put it together himself.

Okay, but you better eat your vegetables tonight,

Frankie boy.

- That kid. Such a little hooligan. - Just like his old man.

You were the one who toilet papered the neighbor's house

right before a thunderstorm until Ma busted you.

Marched me over there to apologize.

Whining and crying.

Took you like a week to clean it all up.

Getting partial custody has done you good, Jess.

Every other weekend and a day each week.

Frankie doesn't have to hear his ma and me hollering at each other.

Can't complain.

- And you're dry. - Get my two-year chip in three weeks.

- You coming to the meeting? - Wouldn't miss it.

Look, if you have class or something...

Don't. You're the reason I can afford law school anyway.

I'm just doing it for the bragging rights.

My brother the lawyer.

How about your brother the prosecutor?

You know? That's what I really wanna do.

- Jesse Brandt? - Who are you?

FBI, sir. You need to come with us.

- What? Why? - We have a warrant for your arrest.

It's okay, son. You stay with your uncle Peter.

What are the charges?

I asked you a question.

We don't need to answer your question, sir.

National Security exception. Read the warrant.

- (HANDCUFFS TIGHTENING) - (GROANS)

My brother is an airline mechanic. You got the wrong guy.

Jesse, it's gonna be fine. I'll get this sorted out, okay?

You need to talk to us, Otto. All we wanna know is...

Why do these Decima guys keep killing themselves?

It's for the insurance.

Each agent gets a policy when they join the organization.

Get caught, get nothing.

- Have an accident... - Their next of kin gets a payday.

Well, Mr. Payday there was our last lead on Finch.

We're back to square one.

The Machine says we have other things to worry about.

Greer has Finch.

He's the only thing we have to worry about.

I understand how you feel, John.

But she assured me Harold is not in immediate danger.

And we have a larger threat at hand.

- You wanna expand on that? - She can't see the full picture.

Well, how can we help

when the Machine can't even see what's going on?

We'll be her eyes and ears.

I apologize for the unpleasant accommodation.

It's truly a pleasure to put a face to the name, Mr. Finch.

I've been wanting to meet you for a long time now.

What is it that you want, Mr. Greer?

I want to talk about the future.

And who more qualified for that conversation

than the father of artificial intelligence?

An unintended side effect of an altruistic goal.

"Altruism"? Funny.

I'd always imagined it was about the power of creation.

I've felt it myself.

Your endeavor to bring Samaritan online

is a grave error in judgment.

You must have known this moment would come.

Or did you think nobody else could accomplish what you did,

that you were unique?

I must admit you played everyone very well

right up until this moment.

And now your god has disappeared,

operating on its own accord.

Children can be so disappointing.

The world needs structure, Mr. Finch,

and Samaritan will provide that.

I'd beware of false idols, Mr. Greer.

If you were so confident that Samaritan was functional,

why did you go to such great lengths to find me?

To keep an eye on you.

As the father of Al,

you're the only man in the world who can destroy it.

- Where does that leave us then? - Right here.

Until the moment Samaritan opens its eyes.

And then the world will no longer need you.

Did you just steal a dead man's keys?

She asked me to. Can I borrow your knife, John?

While Decima is too clever to use GPS...

The satellite radio has a GPS transponder.

The boys might be able to pull off some data,

find out where our recently deceased Decima friend has been.

The boys?

Hey, shut the door. It's freezing.

I know them!

They helped you rescue me from Collier.

You're that government hit man that made me pull out my molars.

That's messed up.

Relax, Casey. I'm retired.

What are they doing here, Root?

Daizo, Jason, Daniel, and I have been on the road

collecting certain contraband in the Tri-Cities.

That sounds both vague and dangerous.

I was hoping we could use your safe house, John,

seeing as we went to all the trouble of saving them in the first place.

And as much as I'd love some girl talk,

you need to go to The Carlton Hotel.

- And why do I need a sat phone? - Trust me.

Quite the winter we're having.

I don't supposed you're here to sell me on global climate change.

It would be nice if we could prepare for the future,

instead of trying to clean up after the past.

I'm meeting with the president's intelligence advisor today.

Use the beta test results to convince them.

Samaritan is a sleeping giant. We need those feeds to awaken it.

I'm working on it.

Don't worry, Mr. Greer. They still wanna buy your system.

Samaritan is not for sale, Senator.

Decima will retain ownership.

We will provide you the critical information.

You want me to give a private corporation access

to the government feeds to 300 million Americans

just so you can sell the information back to us?

Samaritan is far superior to your last endeavor.

It will answer all your questions,

it won't create riddles.

There will be no numbers to sort through.

No uncertainties about culpability. Just pure unfettered information.

Why would we agree to that?

If we don't own the system, what exactly do we get?

Plausible deniability.

Samaritan is privately owned by a third party,

one that can shoulder the blame

for your next civil liberties scandal.

- And if I say no? - Those are my terms, Senator.

You must ask yourself this: Do you wanna prevent acts of terror

or do you wanna stay in the dark and watch your country burn?

- That's all of them. - Good. Get to work, boys.

You got your hands on seven Samaritan servers.

- You find anything on them? - No.

But they will definitely find us if we don't get this right. How long?

Ask Jason for help if you need it.

He's very good at getting into complex systems.

You'll need this later.

You're coming with me.

Greenfield is not the only one who can get into complex systems.

I can help them if you fill me in, Root.

Not now, John. I need you for something else.

Root, I'm at The Carlton. What now?

The Machine doesn't know exactly what it's looking for,

so you'll need to tell me what you see.

I spy government license plates.

Secret Service.

The Machine must be seeing clearly now.

We're getting numbers.

Oh, my. Five of them.

And I know the first one by heart.

Control. That's whose number we got?

Control understands how the Machine works.

- So she's covering her tracks. - Well, the Machine saw something.

And if Control is behind it, then it's something bad.

Is this really what the Machine asked us to do?

Drink very bad coffee with unemployed college graduates?

Patience, John. Are you in, Shaw?

Fifteenth floor, just like you asked.

You wanna tell me where I'm going?

First door, down on your left. You'll need to let yourself in.

Oh, you might wanna use your silencer.

Don't.

Next time your all-seeing other half wants me to break into a room

filled with Secret Service guys, a little heads up would be great.

She knows you can handle yourself.

Okay, so we've got eyes and ears on Control.

She's with some guy, tall, grey hair. Very serious.

Senator Ross Garrison, our second number.

Have their other friends arrived yet?

That woman has got friends?

You want me to help Greer,

the man who stole Samaritan from me?

Let's put your ego aside for a moment, shall we?

Ross, I know that Samaritan is an excellent plan B.

I just don't like having to pay for something

that belongs to me in the first place.

I accept that you lost the battle so we can win the war.

Besides, money isn't the issue here.

I've seen the black budget. You've got plenty.

What we need are the government feeds

and that's going to take some convincing.

I don't control the way the congressional winds blow, Ross.

I really think that's your arena.

I'm handling congress.

- But we need Rivera on board. - The president's bulldog.

I need you to use your special insight

to convince him of the program's merits.

There is intel from Samaritan's beta test

that you'll find useful.

- What do I get in return? - An open system,

one owned by a private entity that gives us plausible deniability

while we continue to protect our country

from terrorist attacks.

You've been doing the job for years.

There's no one better at this game than you.

This is not a game, this is national security.

Why don't you let me see the intel?