Razgovor

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system,

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

I designed The Machine to detect acts of terror but it sees everything,

violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.

You'll never find us,

but victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we'll find you.

- Open the door! - That's a human liver.

We have to get that to City General. A patient's life depends on it.

Our boss's life depends on it more.

Drop the gun, or your friend's gonna get it.

Here's your liver.

Look, Belinda, or whatever your name is...

...you just saved my life. How can I ever possibly...

All done here, Finch.

Not to be a stickler about etiquette, Ms. Shaw,

but I believe that Mr. Mathers was in the midst of thanking you.

You paid me to save him, not listen to him talk.

And while your combat skills are impressive,

your bedside manner still leaves a little something to be desired.

I was thinking you might stop by

and we could discuss it over a nice cup of tea.

Well, as fun as that sounds, Finch, I'll pass.

I don't like meeting out in the open like this, Yogorov.

Relax, Simmons.

This place was on the map you gave us. You see any cameras?

- So, Terney? - Yeah.

What's the status on our joint operation?

Everything's in place.

Our part's good to go.

We just need you to arrange the meeting.

No problem. We'll get all the players in one room.

One very secure room.

If our boss is gonna be involved, this is gonna be airtight.

John, one of these days, I'm just gonna shoot you.

I get that a lot.

Busted, huh?

Finch and I have known about your side project for a while.

From what we've seen,

you've got enough to bring down half the organization.

You could bust them, make deals to take down the rest.

Special Agent Donnelly tried that.

But HR rebuilt itself from ashes because we didn't cut off the head.

If we had, Cal might still be alive.

I'm playing by different rules now.

No deals and I won't make a move until I can bring down the boss.

They're running some joint operation with the Russians.

If I can just get eyes on that meeting,

I might finally ID the head of HR.

- Need help? - No.

But if I do, you'll be my first call.

Finch, I thought you said we had a new number.

We do, but this one doesn't match any Social Security number on record.

The nine digits in question are a USCIS alien registration number.

Green card number. We're looking for an immigrant.

Specifically, Ms. Genrika Zhirova of Solntsevo, Russia.

Information on Ms. Zhirova is a little hard to come by.

She has virtually no digital footprint.

All I have so far is a last known address.

It's a housing project in the South Bronx.

I can't even find a photo of the woman.

Then let's go have a look at her.

Agent Stone, Immigration and Customs.

I'm looking for Genrika Zhirova.

Genrika!

No eyes on the target yet but I see drugs at her place.

Could have something to do with why we 're here.

Rough neighborhood.

Whatever this woman's into, I got a feeling it's gonna get messy.

- Can I help you? - You're Genrika?

Gen, nobody calls me Genrika.

- Are your parents here? - My mom's in prison in Russia.

I never knew my dad.

I came here a few years ago to live with my grandfather.

- And where is he? - Cemetery.

He died eight months ago.

Shouldn't you guys already know this stuff?

- So now you live with... - Vadim.

We're, like, third cousin or something.

He's supposed to be taking care of me now.

Which means he gets an extra 200 a month and a free place to live.

They should pay me twice that to put up with her.

Always sneaking around, taking pictures.

Crazy little girl thinks she's a spy.

I'm just practicing for my career.

- Career doing what? - International espionage.

- What's this about? - Just a routine check.

Routine, my ass.

Is there a problem with my immigration status?

- No. I... - Why'd they send you?

Agent Cross normally handles my case.

There is no Agent Cross.

Look, uh". do you need any help here?

I'm fine, but you're making me late for school.

Ms. Shaw's conversation with Ms. Zhirova

was, if not harmonious, at least illuminating.

Four years ago, her mother was in prison

for protesting the Putin administration.

So her grandfather brought Gen here to live with him.

Now she's all alone.

Not exactly the safest place for a kid.

And cousin Vadim's no Suzy Homemaker.

Well, whatever's going on, I doubt this girl's the perpetrator.

I wouldn't be surprised if the recent changes in her circumstances

have something to do with the threat.

Perhaps, Ms. Shaw, had you been a touch more solicitous

when asking her if she needed help...

What? I asked, she said no.

If you ask me, the kid can take care of her...

ls everything all right?

You're not gonna believe this, Finch.

Shaw just got made by a ten-year-old.

What kind of a weird-ass kid uses counter-surveillance tactics?

I got it from here.

But I think you freaked her out a little.

It's mutual. I'll recon her building.

Mr. Reese, we need to have a talk

- about Ms. Shaw. - Uh...

Don't worry, I've got us up on a private line.

Look, it won't do to save this little girl's life

only to have her scared to death by Ms. Shaw.

Perhaps it would be best if we kept her at arm's length from Ms. Zhirova.

Fine with me, I hate kids.

- Ms. Shaw? - What, Finch?

You think I didn't bug your office?

We've got trouble, Finch.

Hey! Get her!

Whoever this girl is, Finch, she has a very grown-up problem.

Come on.

911 emergency. I just saw an accident.

A tire blew and the driver lost control. Please send someone.

I need an ETA on that bus!

And get a back brace ready, just in case!

- The top's completely collapsed. - I'll try to get to the driver.

- Driver's DOA. Hello?

I've got a 10-45. Someone's alive in there.

- I can't see 'em. - I'll check the other side.

Hey, there. Are you hurt?

I don't think so. ls my dad okay?

- What's your name, sweetheart? - Sameen.

Okay, Sameen, hang on, kiddo. I'm coming to you, okay?

Well, Finch, so much for keeping me away from the kid.

Ms. Zhirova. Is she safe?

For now. But I don't think our tangos have given up.

Me either. What's your 20?

Sub-basement. A few floors down.

Hold your position. I'm on my way.

Any idea what this is about?

Do you know who those men were or why they tried to grab you?

Probably because I'm a spy.

- She doesn't know. - So we have no idea who's after her?

The guy giving orders had a tremor in his hand.

Could be Parkinson 's.

It's a rare enough condition. It might help us to identify him.

All right, John, I'll meet you at the northeast corner.

No, please stay put, Ms. Shaw. Mr. Reese will come to you.

Your job is to protect Ms. Zhirova at all costs.

Sir, yes, sir.

I thought you might be a robot.

No hits for Parkinson's in the database

but if you're looking for bad guys, you've gone to the right place.

- Your girl lives in an impact zone. - Well, that doesn't sound good.

Her address is in a blind spot where funding for Domain Awareness ran out.

Criminals like to go where the cameras aren't.

No sign of our friend in the suit.

But she's on another one of her secret calls.

- She's definitely up to something. Find out what.

Gotta go.

Carter, where were you last night?

A bunch of us went out for drinks. I left you a message.

New gun, Laskey?

Like it? I just bought it last weekend. Gun show in Jersey.

So you brought it across state lines illegally?

You do know that every gun in New York

has to have a ballistics test on file, right?

Nice.

You guys have the girl yet? We're closing in but she has help.

- What's your name? - Not important.

Well, who are you? Why are you here?

How'd you know I was gonna be in trouble?

- How's it going, John? - Still clearing our extraction route...

same as I was two minutes ago.

Who's John? Is he your friend?

- Is he your boyfriend? - No. He's a co-worker.

Co-worker. So this is your job?

What are you? Like, Spec Ops or something?

Oh, man! What agency do you work for?

CIA? NSA? INSCOM?

Why would a big agency like that care what happens to me?

We're not a big agency.