Root Path

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

A machine that spies on you every hour of every day.

Name's Root. She's a hacker, extortionist, murderer.

She hacks human beings as easily as she hacks computers.

I don't want to control their machine. I just want to set it free.

I already did.

The machine's given me a mission. Things are evolving.

You say you're an interface,

your eyes and your ears are your ports, we can put a stop to that.

I wish you'd listened.

Then the drives would have never fallen into the wrong hands.

Decima Technologies.

My Samaritan,

you are destined for great things.

Hey, new fish,

you want a tip?

No, thanks.

That's too bad, 'cause you're getting the whole thing.

Hey!

Go check it out.

Ma'am, hello?

Are you okay?

I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

- Get out there. We've got a problem. - Go get them, biggie.

Show them what you got.

You, hands in the air. Get down on the...

What have we here?

Hey, baby. I want a piece of that.

Hi, Billy.

Want to get outta here?

Come on, sugar. Why don't you take me with...

My name's Billy too!

So, do we know each other?

All right, I have him. What's next?

Who are you talking to?

Who are you? Hello?

Hello!

Wrong side. I'm deaf in that ear.

Can you do a German accent? Learn.

Yes, thank you for noticing.

Yes, thank you for noticing.

Thanks for busting me out and all, but what the hell is going on?

In your case, Billy, I haven't figured that out yet.

All I know is that the fate of the future hangs in the balance,

and you have some role to play.

Shave.

I don't mean to complain, but I'm probably going to die soon.

The pants will be a bit long.

So what do you need me to boost?

You do know I'm a car thief, right?

I don't know, don't care.

My boss only gives me the information I need to do my job, and...

...right now I need you to learn this signature, fast.

I'm going to need a...

Hai chiizu.

That's Daizo.

I saved him from the Tokyo Police last month.

He's been with me ever since. We good?

Where were you when I got busted?

Ridgestone Psychiatric Facility.

Here we are.

Where?

No idea.

I love it when you do this.

Not you. Go inside, now.

Dr. Schmitz?

Dr. Schmitz, got a package for you.

ID and signature, please.

Did you change your hair?

Yes, thank you for noticing.

We should go before he gets here.

Who?

So what was all this?

My boss and I are trying

to stop something very bad from happening.

What do you think?

"3109 West 23rd Street."

Looks like that's where I'm headed next.

Why?

You'll find out when you get there.

Thanks for playing.

Now here's your lovely parting gift.

At the second lunch table on the left in cell block D,

sit across from a 300-pound Chickasaw named Arnold.

He loves dinosaurs as much as you do.

Tell him that, and he'll have your back forever.

- There he is! - Police!

Don't move! Stay right where you are.

Put your hands in the air.

Who am I looking for this time?

Powerful CEO?

A rogue hacker?

A hit man posing as a delivery guy?

Fascinating.

Hello, Cyrus.

I'm supposed to take you to breakfast.

Just a PB&J, huh?

You sure you wouldn't rather have some eggs?

No, thanks. This is dinner for me.

Working nights is all about routine.

Gotta trick your body into going to sleep when the world is waking up.

Same meal,

same place every day,

or I don't sleep a wink.

But I do appreciate the meal and the hot cocoa.

- Normally people ask more questions. - Such as?

"Who are you?"

"What do you want with me?" "What the hell's going on?"

Que será, será.

Whatever will be, will be.

Took me a long time to see it,

but there's an order to things, a plan.

And everything that happens is part of it.

Including you.

But if it makes you feel any better, what the hell is going on?

My boss wanted me to talk to you.

Which means you and I are supposed to do something together,

something important.

Sounds like you got a weird job.

What's your boss want us to do?

She won't say.

She likes it better when I figure it out myself.

Sounds like you have a weird boss.

Well, now...

...I go to the park for a walk, rain or shine.

Fresh air helps me have good dreams.

You're more than welcome to join if you like.

Hmm.

You should know better than to try to sneak up on me, Harold.

Did you come to welcome me back to New York?

Actually, we're here for Mr. Wells.

His number came at 7:04 this morning.

Your multifaceted machine

sure does work in mysterious ways, doesn't she?

In this case perhaps not that mysterious.

When Mr. Reese and Ms. Shaw accessed the security system

in the building where he works,

they found you approaching him

at precisely 7:04 AM.

I've prepared a preliminary study of his digital footprint,

and in my estimation the most dangerous thing

in Cyrus Wells' life is you.

Whatever your plan is, Ms. Groves...

...I believe you're going to get him killed.

Relax, Harold. Nobody's getting anybody killed.

Cyrus is perfectly safe with me.

If the machine sent us his number,

it may mean that you are placing Mr. Wells at risk.

Or it could mean I'm here to protect him.

Honestly, Harold,

keeping up with everything the Machine whispers in my ear can be tricky,

especially now that I'm down to one.

Oh, my...

Did you not hear about my chat with Control?

She's fun...

...in an unnecessary stapedectomy kind of way.

But I do miss music in stereo.

I'm sorry.

The Machine offered me a job. She never said it would be easy.

And what job is that exactly?

Trying to save the world, of course.

By preventing the emergence of a second machine.

Samaritan.

Genetically programmed, fully targetable, and nearly complete.

Samaritan presents a serious threat to our machine, Harold.

And Decima's trying to bring it to life.

Do you really want to see what it looks like when two gods go to war?

Maybe you should be more worried about

what happens when Samaritan comes online

than about what happens to some janitor.

How much do you know about this janitor, Ms. Groves?

Well...

He's got some interesting ideas about metaphysical determinism,

and I think he's a Doris Day fan.

Do you know that he has an MBA in finance from Fordham?

Do you know he was a multimillionaire by the age of 35?

Do you know he hasn't worked on Wall Street since 2009?

Would you even care to know why?

Perhaps you should ask the Machine for a bit more information

about Cyrus Wells before you deem him insignificant.

He'll be fine, I promise.

I know it seems weird,

but I'm one of the good guys now, Harold.

Third from the bottom,

15th on the right, behind you.

Root wouldn't take "Go" for an answer?

No, I'm afraid not.

Seems that she thinks she has the situation well in hand.

Ms. Groves has never been particularly concerned

about collateral damage,

which may be precisely what Cyrus Wells is about to become.

Watch over them until we can figure out what's going on.

In the meantime, I'll try to determine

what message this is meant to convey.

- Seems pretty clear to me, Finch. - I think she likes you, Harold.

I don't want to be rude or anything, but...

Thank you for the hot cocoa,

and it was nice of you to walk me home.

But whatever it is you're doing right now is not...