Control-Alt-Delete

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system...

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

And you can call me Control.

Clever Samaritan, using a young boy as your avatar.

I will destroy you.

Welcome to the stock exchange.

Finch!

The controls aren't responding.

There's an override button.

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Are you ready for this?

Let's go get Shaw back.

The Mayhem on Wall Street continued

with a break-in at the security firm

that houses the surveillance footage for the stock exchange.

The suspects are heavily armed men and women in ski masks

shot a security guard inside the building,

then made off with numerous sensitive surveillance hard drives.

Guy comes out of nowhere and shoots me right in the knee.

I go down. They step over me like they're Bonnie and Clyde or something.

Said, "Sorry, we're looking for a friend".

Authorities say both assailants are still at large

and should be considered armed and extremely dangerous.

In other news, Wall Street continues to recover from the Flash Crash.

Officials say the so called Flash Crash was triggered by

a computer glitch that has since been corrected.

So investors can get back to business as usual.

Remember, sweetheart, you have a sweater in your backpack if you get cold.

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- Ugh, stupid game! - Julia.

I don't want you playing that any more.

All that violence.

Okay.

Bye, mom.

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Good morning, ma'am.

Ma'am.

How's your morning?

Well, better than yours, it seems.

Half this frickin' town is taking pot shots

at the President. Now my only job today

is picking the perfect high-ranking administration

official to push out there as his human shield.

It's a bitch being Chief of Staff, Mike.

- Yeah. - I'm sure you'll find someone

to hang out to dry before POTUS comes after you.

Listen, how sure are you that this market hit

wasn't an attack on our economy? Terrorism?

Well, if it was terrorism, Research would've picked it up

and I would've stopped it before it ever happened.

- Whatever the hell it was... - Computer malfunction.

It feels like we were attacked.

Well, we weren't.

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What?

Nothing you need to worry about.

Hey, Jeanie, I need the head of the SEC.

Right away, sir.

You need help, little man? Are you lost from the tour?

I crashed the stock market yesterday.

Good for you. Let me know if you decide

- to invade Baghdad. - Tonight,

the stock market will close at 10,233 points,

after regaining 617 points.

I'd like to discuss this and other more pressing matters

with your immediate superior, the President.

Okay, then. The party's over.

Jeanie! Get a hand in here?

This kid's AWOL from the tour and then some.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

You can expect your personal portfolio

to drop another 16% today.

We'll talk again soon.

Okay, Shiffman, what are we looking at?

A sleeper cell in Detroit that's about to wake up.

- How? - By detonating

six backpack bombs simultaneously across the city.

Threat analysis?

Massoud Shammar, Tariq al Juhani,

Osman Ahmed, Yasin Said.

Radicalized Muslims,

masters level software engineers.

They plan to crash the power grid

and cripple police surveillance,

so that they can plant the bombs undetected.

Three are Saudis?

Here legally on F-1 student visas.

Yasin Said was born in Michigan.

Let's see the dossier on the American.

Born in Dearborn, all-American kid, apparently.

Varsity baseball and homecoming king,

did his junior year abroad in Cairo.

Where he met Massoud Shammar and Tariq al Juhani.

August, 2014, all four men enroll

in the engineering program

at the University of Michigan, Dearborn.

Two months later, they rent a house

in the Woodbridge section of Detroit,

and begin a surge of Internet activity on Islamist websites

known to be recruiting for the Khorasan group.

How were they paying for the rent on the house?

A series of anonymous wire transfers

originating in Dubai

and passing through a front company in the Comoros.

The tactic Khorasan uses to fund terrorist activity.

What are they targeting?

Spirit of Detroit, Ambassador Bridge,

Livingstone Lighthouse, Belle Isle Fountain,

Wayne County Building.

All historic landmarks on Belle Isle and downtown.

Yesterday morning, Osman Ahmed posted to an Islamist website

that he's going to change the world.

Last night, Yasin Said called his mother

and insisted she not visit tomorrow.

It's today.

Research has targeted them for immediate elimination.

We have a team outside their house now.

Status, Crimson Six?

All units in place.

On your go, ma'am.

What's our source material on these backpack bombs?

That Samaritan is never wrong.

What's our source material on these backpack bombs?

Our targets purchased backpacks, pressure cookers,

nails, ball bearings, and digital watches.

The mission is a go.

Crimson Six, you have a green light.

Viridian Nine, we're a go.

Eyes on, guys.

Special delivery.

Target one is down. Moving in.

Three down. Where's the fourth?

We have a problem. Found this on the table.

It belongs to target number four, Yasin Said.

His phone is in the house, but he's not.

Said, let's find him. Relatives?

Parents are Sameer and Selam Said.

We're up on their phones.

Likewise all Yasin's known associates.

Let's look inside Yasin's laptop.

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Yasin's Said's laptop hard drive.

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It's never done that before.

It's not supposed to do that...

ever.

I need to see that hard drive.

Why?

Research will find him in a matter of minutes.

The hard drive is not relevant.

You don't ask me why.

You are a guest here with one rule, and that is

to make sure this system functions as promised.

There's a terrorist on the run on American soil,

and I want... to see... his hard drive.

I'm afraid that's not possible,

and actually, you are the guest here

at Samaritan's research terminals.

Mr. Travers...

show me the hard drive, or I'll have you arrested.

You are putting thousands of innocent lives in danger.

Stop it now.

There, stopped.

Early this morning in New York,

a high speed car collision erupted in a dangerous shootout

involving four private security contractors

and a man and woman wearing ski masks.

Senator Garrison.

There's a problem. 22 minutes ago,

ISA operatives in Detroit raided a four-man sleeper cell

and only found three targets.

The fourth, Yasin Said, remains at large,

and Mr. Travers, our Samaritan representative,

just shut down Research.

Hold on, there's a terrorist in Detroit?

And we can't access Research or the terrorist's hard drive.

Travers won't let us see it.

What the hell, Travers?

The data on that hard drive is dangerous,

a threat to the entire Research program.

These guys in Detroit weaponized a piece of computer code.

You mean like a virus?

Like a nuclear virus.

Samaritan quarantined the code to protect itself.

I should be allowed to view the material.

You wouldn't understand it anyway, so what's the point?

Who the hell do you think you are, Travers?

Mr. Travers is my eyes and ears inside your operation.

We gave you a marvelous car.

Surely, you didn't think I'd let you drive it yourselves.

Of course I did. You said we would.

As for your missing terrorist,

Samaritan has tracked him to an address in Detroit,

but he won't stay there long.

I'm wondering, would you like

Mr. Travers to put the key back in the ignition?

Samaritan found the terrorist.