Beta

- Hello. - Hello.

Grace, there's something you should know about me.

There's nothing you can say that will make me run away.

Harold! Please, my fiance.

- Do you know where he might... - I'm sorry.

This is everybody we pulled out of the water.

If we let him walk out that door, Decima wins, Samaritan will go live.

If we're now in a place where the machine

is asking us to commit murder, that's a place I can't go.

I'm afraid this is where I get off.

I said open the register now! I want the cash!

- Who the hell are you? - Ordinarily, I'd be the chick

kicking your amateur-hour ass.

Really, Raul? You covered your face, but no gloves?

Prints on the door. The cops will have you in an hour.

Not smart with Charisse and a two-year-old at home.

But today is your lucky day.

Just drop the gun,

take the diapers and get the hell outta here.

Your kid's better off with a father.

You saved our lives.

From him? No.

No. He wasn't a real threat.

But did you notice that your security cameras

have been off all afternoon?

I wonder why Ricky here begged you to work a shift today.

Two words: inside job.

For the ice cream.

You didn't need backup after all.

But for the record, I'd have just kneecapped that guy.

Especially if I was nursing a leg wound.

Okay, first, my leg is fine.

And second, what's with the tips on field work?

- Who died and made you Finch? - It's the role I gotta play

until the real one comes back.

And when is that? It's been over a week.

No call, no... no text. Not even a smoke signal.

Finch will reach out to us when he's good and ready. Until then...

- (SIGHS) Nice to see you, too, John. - Where the hell did you come from?

El Paso, most recently. The thing with the narco-trafficker.

Very relevant, but not the point.

Take a peek around that corner, you two.

Ambush. - Who are the party crashers?

Decima trigger teams,

waiting for you with no less than six submachine guns

and one honest-to-goodness Russian RPG-7.

We need to get invisible. Fast.

Phones and earpieces. Now.

Streets aren't safe. Decima's machine is online.

Can see us anywhere and everywhere in the five boroughs of New York City.

- Samaritan? You confirmed it? - Our names are on the list,

and Greer is keeping score.

All systems, cameras, phones, the GPS in your car, can track us.

So what, Samaritan can think for itself now? It can learn?

I don't think so. Right now, all it can do is watch us and follow.

Just remember: what our machine sees, Samaritan sees.

Two gods playing with the same deck of cards. Stop.

We need to find another way.

Mr. Greer, I'd assumed the beta test of your system

would be a little more... professional.

The espresso machine is on its way.

And I can assure you, Senator,

Samaritan is running as smooth as a Swiss watch.

How long will it take?

You've had all the city's domain awareness feeds

for four hours already.

And look at what those four hours have already produced.

All probable terrorists in the city of New York

pinpointed, categorized, and tracked with an up-to-the-second GPS.

I can assure you, Senator, that we will have a hard target for you soon.

- And you'll inform me when you do? - You will be the first to know.

- Fine. - Hm.

You know we've gotten dozens of results already.

Any one of these guys is practically gift-wrapped.

And we'll deliver.

But not until after we've located Harold Finch.

- Where are we on that? - Samaritan couldn't find a lead, sir.

He may have skipped town.

Should we consider turning on its higher, more cognitive functions?

This thing has a mind. Why don't we use it?

For the simple reason we don't have the hardware.

If it can't find this Finch, how about the next best thing?

If we have it combine everything it knows about Harold Finch

and ask it to find his closest living connection,

let's see what it comes up with.

Hug the wall. There's a camera up ahead.

We're covered on 23rd Street by the Flushing Line elevated tracks.

We make it that far, and maybe we don't get shot

by the six Decima agents waiting a block away.

Samaritan 101. Let's go.

Missed one.

Hold here until the light changes.

The camera angle switches with oncoming traffic.

Come on!

John.

When that light switches, we're screwed!

We can't worry about irrelevant numbers now.

What is it thinking?

Telling us to lay low, then handing us a new number?

- There's no time! - This is a life.

And Finch would tell us to save it.

So you tell your complicated boss,

if it wants me to step out of danger, then I need more than just numbers.

I want a name.

Fine. She's giving it to me.

I'll tell you on...

- Oh, no. - What?

Who is it?

Looks like Samaritan's found a connection.

There.

- Who is she? Not sure.

Could be family, a friend, a coworker.

Bring her to me.

"Let not your hearts be troubled.

In my father's house are many rooms.

And if I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again,

and where I am, you may be also." Amen.

Ordinarily, I'd say a few words about the deceased, but...

Oh, no, that's all right, Father. It was lovely. Thank you.

The bombing was such a tragedy. So many lives taken at once.

I didn't know your fiance, but I pray his soul finds peace.

Thank you.

I would have thought at least one...

- I beg your pardon? - Not a crowd.

He didn't really have any family,

but a friend or... a coworker.

Just... one other person

who knew how truly special Harold was

and wanted to say goodbye.

Ms. Hendricks, you ordered a car? - Yes! To JFK?

- Let me get that. - Thank you.

International, right? Where you headed?

I'm going to a job interview in Italy.

I'm not even sure if I want it, but I have to show them my work.

If you could be really careful with this.

Those are paintings.

- Wow, you're an artist, huh? - Yeah.

My daughter loves to paint. Do you have a website?

I'd love to show her your stuff.

That's sweet. Yeah, I think I have a card.

Oh, she'll be so excited. Nice of you to do that.

Little late for the flu shot.

Ms. Hendricks, I'm Detective Stills.

We met before. Do you remember?

Where did you come from?

My partner and I need to get you to a safe place.

This man works for a very dangerous criminal organization,

and others are on their way.

So we need to hurry. Emphasis on the "hurry."

Image captures from down the street from Ms. Hendricks' apartment.

Our operative was intercepted before he could acquire her.

I believe you're familiar with the two who came to her rescue.

We're currently tracking them across Manhattan.

Enough of these games.

- Zachary! - Sir.

Deploy all operatives into the field.

Bring me Grace Hendricks, and eliminate the rest.

Copy that.

No, no, no. What are you doing? You can't be in here.

Yes, we can, Lionel. We're police.

- Detective Stills, remember? - You're killing me with that.

- It's not safe for you in here. - It's a good point.

- Any way to turn those things off? The cameras?

Department's got 'em up all over the place now.

Lionel, meet Grace. She's got some very bad people trying to hurt her.

I don't know what's going on, but these detectives saved my life.

- Yeah, they're good at that. - Can we find her a place to rest?

Yeah, all right, come on. Come here.

ZACHARY (OVER RADIO): All units, take positions.

Sir, we have the precinct surrounded.

We're ready to move in.

Hold your position.

The situation may require a certain amount of... finesse.

- It's lousy, but it's warm. - (CHUCKLES) Thank you.

How you holding up?

Why would someone want to hurt me?

I can't tell you what's going on out there.

But in here, you're safe.

The other detectives, Stills and his partner,

are they always like that?

I know they come off a little stiff.

But they've saved my life dozens of times.

Trust me, they're the good guys.

- I'm sorry. Can I help you? - Special Agent Maybank.

There's a woman by the name of Hendricks here.

I need to take her into custody.

And you just happen to know she's here.

I have a warrant. It's notarized.

Mm-hm. That's a cute trick, but you ain't getting anywhere.

Is there a problem, Detective?

- Lieutenant Fusco. - Special Agent Maybank.

Oh, of course. We were just about to question your suspect.

I had a feeling she was tied to something bigger.

Now, if you'd like, I can bring her to you in the interrogation room.

- Please. - Sure. Right this way.

- I'll just be a second. - Thank you.

- Hey, good night, Sarge. - Night.

Fusco. Got a late-night collar here.

Picked her up with two unregistered weapons.

Hate to crash the party,