SNAFU

We are being watched.

The government has a secret system--

secret--a secret--

There we go.

Now, can you see me?

Is she still laggy?

I defragged the drives.

The machine should be purring like a kitten.

Oh, excellent.

It appears to be working.

Hi there, pretty.

Okay, here's the last one.

You should have all the precinct cameras.

Now can we get back to work?

My trigger finger's itchy as hell.

Patience, Mr. Reese.

With the precinct cameras we can run a real surveillance test.

No more tests.

It's been almost two months. People are dying without us.

Hey, partner. I guess glasses ain't got the magic intel, huh?

That mean you're finally gonna have to be a real detective?

Even one error in the machine's code

could have unimaginable consequences.

Just turn the damn thing on.

The sky's not gonna fall.

Actually, the sky does fall a lot around you lunatics.

Cool your jets, Johnny boy.

You're the muscle. Harry's the maestro.

This is delicate.

Things must be taken one at a time, in order.

How about you keep tinkering,

I'll go shoot some knees, get my own intel?

Yeah, sounds like a great idea.

Your cv could really use some more color.

I say let him go.

Tarzan can beat his chest and stop bothering us.

Oh, dear.

It appears we have an issue with the facial recognition.

Yet another bug.

Add it to the laundry list.

We don't have time for this, Finch.

We'll get it worked out.

How was your nap?

A whole hour, more than I've had in a week.

You should get some shuteye.

John is right, there's no time.

Facial recognition was fine yesterday.

We don't have enough processing power.

We're running a factory off a candle.

Without the right equipment,

the machine's gonna keep freaking out.

You're right. No servers, no numbers.

Isn't the priority here stopping samaritan?

Saving the world?

Saving Shaw?

One step at a time, in order.

The numbers are the way we'll know

that the machine is functioning properly.

Well, we don't have enough horsepower.

Normally I'd loot a best buy, but--

yes, but without the machine providing you a cover identity,

you're grounded--

or, rather, undergrounded.

I'll enlist Mr. Reese.

Oh...While you're out,

just a few things I need.

Oh...Yes, of course.

Thanks, roomie.

Mouthwash, floss, black nail Polish?

Are you taking fashion risks?

Providing creature comforts.

Since Ms. groves can't leave the subway

until the machine restores her cover identities,

it's the least I can do.

Shag rug in purple.

She's recently begun redecorating.

The all-nighters are making us a bit crazy.

Fuzzy slippers, two pairs.

One of those for you?

Yes, all right. I get your point.

I'll have the machine up soon.

I'm aware that every day without it means more bodies for you.

Actually, things are real quiet at work.

I've got too much free time.

Is that why you've been so restless?

Make friends.

You deserve a social life.

What about Dr. Campbell?

A few dates.

Have you told Iris anything?

Just enough to keep her safe.

There's our cue.

Strange that your work has gotten so quiet.

If homicides are down,

samaritan is preventing murders.

Maybe it's not all bad.

Not all bad is not good enough.

Finch, how did you teach your machine to be good?

By example.

Here, put this on.

Crowbar.

Flashbang.

I'm getting felony nerves.

We're pulling a heist. Loosen up.

Resistance.

Fulcrum.

Effort.

We got a breach!

Showoff.

How about we drop those toys?

All clear.

Look, souvenirs.

So this is all the juice the machine needs, huh?

64 next-generation gpu blades.

Yes, these should work quite well.

They're perfect. I love them, Harry.

And so does bear.

This is your new bedroom, root?

You're into Jewel tones?

Finch must love that.

I've made some renovations as well.

I've built the core heuristics

of the machine into the subway car.

Without a decentralized backup,

a mobile environment could prove useful

in the event that we had to move it.

And the whole thing is wireless.

So you're going to stuff all this crap in the car?

No, it's not necessary.

The car is the brain,

and the gpu's we acquired are the rest of

the machine's nervous system.

While you were out,

I finished using the subway's encrypted system

to tunnel into the government surveillance feeds.

So the machine will recover

all the information that it lost.

Good. Let's wake it back up.

You need a purpose.

More specifically, you need a job.

Grace.

Any mystery around the corner, we can discover together.

You just missed her.

Can you hear me?

- Yes. - Finch, I'm in position.

Very good. Commencing surveillance test.

Please locate primary asset.

Excellent.

Can you tell us a bit about him?

Oh, dear.

Now, perhaps you can tell us about the people around him.

Authorities are investigating a fire

that destroyed two homes last night.

Wow. An open system.

I will never understand why

you shut all this information in a box, Harry.

We can ask it to search for anything.

For anyone.

Grace?

I would say that was a rousing success.

Mr. Reese, thank you for being our Guinea pig.

Let's do it.

Let's run her full blast.

Do you think that it's sufficiently debugged?

Absolutely. We've waited long enough.

All right.

Let's get the numbers running again.

She's back?

With a vengeance.

We need to get back to work.

30 numbers.

Is everything ready?

Oh, Ms. groves.

All those numbers

and no leads on Shaw.

The machine can't find her.

I've set an alert.

The machine will notify us if Ms. Shaw surfaces.