Point of Origin

We 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 will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up, we'll find you.

I'm going in alone.

Academy exercise terminated.

Sorry, instructor.

You didn't say I couldn't use the fire escape.

Guess I can't fault you for painting outside the lines.

Sounds like you're enjoying

your temporary assignment

as a weapons and tactics instructor, Mr. Reese.

I'm lucky the academy was a bit shorthanded.

And our new number?

She doesn't need much instruction.

She must be a natural then, because Detective Fusco

has just sent me her background check, and...

Silva comes from a middle-class family in Rochester.

Bachelor's in Criminal Justice. 3.0 GPA.

Everything suggesting that she's quite average.

I'd call her unconventional.

Sounds like someone I know.

Good work, recruits.

Let's clean 'em, rack 'em, and stack 'em.

Hey, Silva. Whose team you on out there?

Excuse me?

You broke ranks and the rules.

You need to check yourself

before your antics cost all of us.

Why don't you try pulling your own weight, Dutch boy?

Police are supposed to enforce the rules, not break them.

Well, maybe I'm not done breaking things.

Easy there, Iceman.

No need for jealousy.

NYPD will always need dispatchers.

Next time's real weapons with live rounds.

Be a shame if there was a training accident.

- Yeah, watch your back. - Let's go.

Our recruit has an enemy inside the class.

As if law enforcement wasn't already dangerous enough.

Well, if Recruit Kane has his way,

Silva won't make it that far.

Threat looks like a fellow cadet.

Eh, forget that meter maid.

Teach me some of those tactics.

What's in it for me?

I got cleanup.

Sure thing, Ortiz.

Apparently, even an expert marksman like you

still has a thing or two to learn about tactics.

Iris, are you stalking me?

Don't be ridiculous.

I just finished teaching a class

on the importance of mental health

to some new recruits.

Maybe you should sit in sometime.

That reminds me.

Thank you for the endorsement

of my instructor position.

Well, given the ongoing IA investigation

and your recent firing of a weapon

inside a police precinct, figured it couldn't hurt

to get you reacquainted with the rules.

We making progress on the excessive force front?

Yes, we are.

I'll see you tomorrow morning for your appointment?

Bright and early, Doc.

Do you still have eyes on our number, Mr. Reese?

Yes, and we're about to get ears.

Silva, hey.

Coming out with us for a beer?

Can't tonight. Got a date.

Yeah, no problem. Maybe another time.

Perhaps you should look into Silva's date.

I would, Harold,

except you're not the only one

with homework to grade.

Got to hand off to the night crew.

Sounds like Detective Fusco's

going to have to pick up an extra shift.

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Samaritan has uncovered evidence that an ISA agent

allowed members of a criminal outfit

to escape with our virus.

Escape from surveillance?

One of them has proven to be particularly elusive,

avoiding cameras and detection.

Makes me wonder if it might be related

to our underground friends.

Of course, you want me to track her down.

Perfect task for a former investigator

for The Hague, don't you think?

These crews are audacious but predictable.

They hide in plain sight

behind everyday 9:00-to-5:00 cover jobs,

luring them into a false sense of security.

The thing they always forget?

Relationships.

No matter who they become or where they hide,

there will always be the people they meet,

the people they love, the people they wrong.

All of whom can be leveraged.

Good old-fashioned human intelligence.

Just need the first thread.

Start pulling.

Meanwhile, Samaritan will continue to do its part.

Our recruit's still waiting on her date.

You know, of all my confidential informants,

you got the nicest wheels.

Just feel lucky I'm not making you pay this CI.

The Miss Estee Lauder gig pays like crap.

If it weren't for the perks...

Perks?

Yeah, the free eyeliner.

Well, the five-finger free.

You wear makeup?

Hey, Maybelline. Check this out.

I thought Wonder Boy said that Silva was too busy

to join her classmates.

Well, apparently, she's not too busy to case them.

Looks like her date just showed up.

These them?

Those are the targets.

You ready to move on this?

Say the word.

Keep it stealth.

Stick to the plan.

I don't know who Deep Throat is,

but I think our recruit is a little more than antisocial.

Yeah, I'd say.

Sounds more like she's planning

on taking out the competition.

Any updates on Silva's target, Mr. Reese?

No, but she's applying her lesson on curb searches

by going through their trash.

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Any clues on Silva's phone?

I've combed through the data.

She's collecting personal information

on all of the other recruits.

Phone numbers, email accounts, home addresses,

even locker combinations.

A mole inside the academy,

just when we flushed out HR.

She may be searching for recruits who can be blackmailed.

Question is, who's she working for?

Hey, going through the trash?

I... I threw away a receipt.

You missed a good time last night.

Sorry I couldn't make it.

Oh, no worries.

Maybe we can grab a bite to eat

after class tonight.

Sorry, I wish I could,

but I have an important appointment.

- Rain check? - Yeah.

No problem.

Sounds like Silva has an admirer.

I don't think it's mutual.

Anything on Silva's date from last night?

Shaw and Fusco followed him to the suburbs,

so we're still working on it.

Deep Throat's a late riser, huh?

If he takes any longer,

I'm gonna ruin this upholstered leather.

Heads up. There's our guy.

Should we follow him?

I put a tracker on that clunker.

Plus, I'm betting there's more secrets

inside the house.

Come on.

Hey, hey. Wait for me.

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1258 coming through.

You got ten minutes.

Where is my regular attorney?

We had a deal.

He got reassigned.

Not to worry though. The drug charge won't stick.

But we need to review a few things.

How did you come to work for Tomas' crew?

Attorney-client privilege, and I checked

the observation room just in case.

Rest assured, no one's watching.

You do a few little jobs first,