Reassortment

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.

Don't worry.

No fast ones today.

You say that every time.

It's not like I'm gonna spill a glass of water

on the nightstand, stomp on your foot,

throw an elbow to your chin, and stick with that sedative.

Oops.

I think I skipped a step.

- Better call the boss. - No need.

When will she ever learn?

- Grab the fire axe. - Got it.

It's gone.

Clear.

She's not here.

Our number is sure in a hurry to get somewhere, Finch.

International businessman like James ko

is in high demand these days.

Stanford mba, fluent in mandarin.

He negotiates contracts between us and British corporations

and their Chinese manufacturers.

A man who knows how to cross borders.

Indeed, he was returning from Hong Kong en route to the uk,

but his flight was diverted into New York for maintenance issues.

According to his calendar,

ko was supposed to be in London tomorrow afternoon,

so why did he leave the airport,

and what the hell is he doing in this neighborhood?

Hold on a second, Finch.

Ko just switched his sim card.

Hello?

Where are you?

I'm in New York, booked on the next flight out.

Just have to take care of that errand first.

Well, make it quick and don't miss that plane.

I'll make it, sir.

Between the sim card switching

and ko's tight grip on whatever's in his briefcase,

I don't like the looks of this, Finch.

Stay close, Mr. Reese.

Any new developments from the simulations, Harry?

Unfortunately,

it has yet to render a positive outcome.

You mean the machine's lost every hypothetical

round to samaritan.

As you no doubt predicted.

Perhaps we should try altering one of the variables,

for the sake of humanity...

Or even just us.

I'll take that under advisement.

Thank you, Ms. groves.

Sooner or later, every ecosystem changes.

It just requires the correct precursor.

Dr. Mason to the emergency room.

Bad news, Finch.

Our number just checked into the er.

The emergency room? What happened?

He's sick.

Looks like the only thing he's about to kill

is a box of kleenex.

So he was just trying to locate the closest hospital?

I guess so.

And from the look of things, we're gonna be a while.

I'll get back to you.

Can never get this damn thing to work.

Are we out of antivirals?

Now that we've joined the 21st century

and connected to the national health care database,

a few clicks, and voilà.

They just arrived.

What do you know?

Database is right for once.

Thanks.

Yo, doc, what the hell?

We've been waiting over an hour.

Yeah, what's your problem?

I've seen worse cat scratches.

What you talking about?

Quit your whining, or I'll have Paulie

give you a real reason to be here.

What do we got here?

Mid-grade fever, cough, sore throat.

Look, doc, no offense,

but I don't have time to be sick; I have--

yeah, I know. I know.

Who's not busy, huh?

Okay, open.

Well, lucky for you,

I happen to be the hospital's epidemiologist.

Looks like you're coming down with the flu.

You traveled outside of the country recently?

No.

We can give you an antiviral to help your immune system

fight off the infection.

Hang out for about an hour to ensure

you don't have a reaction,

and then afterwards, fluid and rest.

Sure thing, doc. Thanks.

Sleeve, please.

Finch, the machine got this one wrong.

Ko's been treated, and he's about to be released.

I'm gonna head back to the precinct.

The machine doesn't point us toward sick people, Mr. Reese.

If we received ko's number,

he's either a victim or a perpetrator,

so keep a close watch.

Jeff, how are you were able to get a reservation here?

I've been trying to get one for my boss for months.

Made some new connections.

You always said I should get out of my shell more.

Looks like a lot in your life has changed.

Still the same guy you fell in love with at jimmie cone.

Haven't lost your charm.

So who are you working for, again?

A new company.

What are you doing?

Sort of a Jack-of-all-trades.

Well, it's good to see you've gotten your act together

since getting out.

Sir?

I've read that a lot of ex-convicts

have trouble readjusting.

Well, you'd have just waited a little longer,

you could've seen those changes firsthand.

I think seven years was long enough to wait for a boyfriend

I knew for a few months in high school.

I was 17.

They tried me as an adult.

You weren't 17 when you stabbed another inmate

and 7 years turned into 12.

So tell me, Jeff,

what guarantee do I have that you won't do it again?

The hard times are behind us.

Yeah, I got a great job, a really nice apartment.

We can get a fresh start...

Make up for lost time.

I'm happy for you, Jeff. I really am.

But I've done the math.

Three out of every four convicts

get rearrested within five years.

I'm sorry, but I can't go through that again.

Is that the way you greet the guy who saved your life?

Can't be too careful these days.

World has changed, detective.

That's why I came to talk to you.

A dozen bodies.

And who knows how many more.

Someone's knocking off people

and burying those bodies underground in tunnels.

They almost took me with it.

Wish I could help you, detective,

but I'm out of that game.

Wish I could say the same for your friends,

because one of the bodies down there

belonged to your business partner, Bruce.

And who's behind this?

That's what i want to know.

I figure they must be using trucks to deliver the explosives

that demolished those tunnels.

I've looked all over the city--

nothing official anywhere near that location.

Trucks, as in construction?

You got contacts in that business.

Trucks are about to be hijacked,

trucks that are rented off the books.

I share information, i expect it to flow both ways.

You'll know what I know.

There's a guy, capello,

runs a transportation outfit in the Bronx.

No truck enters or leaves the five burroughs

without his knowledge.

All right, thanks. I'll let you know.

Be careful out there, detective.

The threat can come from anywhere.

John, any update on Mr. ko?

Yeah, he's just checking out of the er.

Doc, we got a problem.

Can we get a little help here?

He's not breathing, no pulse.

Defib!

Clear.

- Nothing. - Clear.

Nothing.

We lost him.

This doesn't make any sense.

The onset rate is off the charts,

and flu doesn't cause hemorrhaging from the mouth.

Finch, we got a problem.

Ko just died.