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A little more irrigation, please.

Soon you'll forget it's even there.

You might feel a tiny pinch.

Almost done.

Got my German Shepherd chipped.

Had a nasty habit of jumping the fence.

I'm afraid this attack dog is slightly more advanced.

Fortunately for us, so is our chip.

I should hope so.

Ms. Shaw has killed six of my men in the last nine months.

Just stitching up now.

It appears the operation has been a success.

Sir, implanting an electronic microchip

this close to her brain stem is incredibly risky--

thank you, doctor.

I expect Ms. Shaw to be much more accommodating

from here on out.

Time to begin phase two.

Hi.

I'm Stewart.

You have beautiful eyes

and gray matter.

If I was a zombie--

A little humor to break the ice.

Shall we?

Do you remember the first time

you realized there was something

greater than yourself?

Some people never experience this state of grace.

Not everyone is meant to,

but you merely have to ask,

and we can show you the face of a god,

or we can wipe your slate clean.

Which one will it be, sameen?

The choice is yours.

We'll start by asking you a few questions.

Do you remember your name, your mission?

What about the names of your machine's acolytes?

They've compressed the machine to its core code,

hiding it somewhere.

Where would they go?

Nothing.

I think that chip fried her brain.

There was a park you played in as a girl

on the base in Qatar.

The playground had a roundabout.

The other kids loved to spin,

but you got sick,

so sick it made you angry.

One day you forced yourself to spin

from sunup to sundown.

How many times did you retch that day?

There isn't much that gets a rise out of you, is there?

All right, then, let's play a game.

Joseph Kent, firefighter.

He pulled you out of the twisted wreckage

that claimed your father's life.

Tell me, is Kent dead or alive?

Dead.

Multiple myeloma, rare bone cancer.

Sadly, not rare enough.

Dead or alive?

Come on, take a look.

Agent Cole,

your old partner, dead.

Mm.

I'm starting to see a pattern.

Dead...

Or...

Alive?

Did you come up

with this game all by yourself,

or did it tell you to bore me to death?

Well, if it were up to me,

I'd have abandoned you long ago

like your so-called friends.

First thing I'm gonna do

when I get out of these straps...

Is make you bleed.

Promises, promises.

Afraid our chip didn't take.

How should we proceed?

Our pet goes under the knife again.

And if she becomes a slobbering vegetable?

A little brain damage is a small price to pay

if we can turn Ms. Shaw into a valuable asset.

Sameen! Sameen!

- Stop it. - Stop resisting!

Hold still.

I think she wet herself.

What a mess.

I thought she was a killer.

Perhaps you over-sedated her.

Doesn't matter.

Even if Shaw becomes a team player

after her next visit to the O.R.,

her bladder issues will be the least of her problems.

Surgery waits for no man.

Have a seat.

My men will be waiting as soon as the door opens.

I'm counting on it.

The average person

swallows 2,000 times a day.

Now, it's a good thing you're not average,

'cause this much bzd

could stop your heart.

Now let's play a game.

Dead or alive?

Alive. Well, what do you know?

Now that's what I call being a team player.

Hey!

No, no, no.

You gotta be kidding me.

Okay, I'm gonna have to borrow your boat.

Thanks for the parting gift.

Hamid... .

Okay, just--

Ugh.

Can I, uh--can I help you find anything?

Move along, milhouse.

Patient is ready for you, doctor.

Hey, milhouse.

Oh, my god. Are you okay?

Dandy. Thanks for asking.

I just need to use your phone.

Oh, come on, man, today.

Bobby. Bobby what?

Jackson.

Bobby Jackson. Yeah.

Okay, Bobby Jackson, you'll do.

Customer service. How can we help you today?

Uh, yeah, hi, I'm calling

from the city square pharmacy on 24th street.

There's a homicide in progress.

I'm about to kill Bobby Jackson.

What?

Looks like your number's up.

Uh, yeah, hi, I'm calling

from the city square pharmacy on 24th street.

Okay, Bobby, stop that, all right?

- Don't be such a wimp. -

Bobby. Hey, hey.

Please, please don't kill me.

- I want to live, please. - Stop.

Stop wetting yourself, all right?

I'm not really gonna kill you.

I just needed to make it look good,

send up a flare for some friends.

They tend to show up at imminent murders.

But some other people might show up

before my friends do.

Now, you guys got a sporting goods section?

Uh...

Aisle five.

Batter up.

Ugh! Ah!

Go.

Ugh! Ah!

Ugh!

Drop it!

Looks like today's your lucky day.

Orders said to bring you back.

Didn't say to bring you back alive.

Ah!

Whoever's back there,

kick over your weapon,

and I'll let you keep full mobility.

Shaw.

Not a very friendly homecoming.

Thanks for saving my ass.

I can't believe it's you.

Shaw?

Shaw. Shaw!

Samaritan is definitely tracking her.

We can't take her back to the machine.

I guess we're gonna have to do it here.

They got in my head.

Way ahead of you.

We've seen samaritan's brain accessories before.

Let's get that chip out of your skull.

We're on a moving subway car

that's probably caked in rat crap.

Not the ideal operating theater.