The Day the World Went Away

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system...

Secret system...

A system you asked for to keep you safe.

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

You granted it the power to see everything--

to index, order, and control the lives of ordinary people.

The government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

But to it, you are all irrelevant,

victim or perpetrator, if you stand in its way.

We'll find you.

I wanted to talk to you.

No one else would really understand.

Not much of a conversation,

as you can't talk back.

That's my fault, but I've been thinking,

and I know you have too,

about how all this plays out.

About what happens next.

I'm sure you've made a million different...Versions.

I know some very bad things are coming.

I know I'm probably going to die.

I accepted that a long time ago.

But I was wondering, if...

In any of those many versions,

the people that I've roped into helping me,

my friends...

Whether they get out alive.

Is that a path that we're on?

I suppose I may have made that impossible.

Even if you could tell me,

it's probably too late.

Double shot,

and...A cappuccino.

Glad to see you back.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

I'm afraid that you are confusing me with someone else.

This is the first time I've been to this establishment.

Oh, sorry, it's just...

Thought I recognized your order too.

What a coincidence.

Good-bye... And thank you.

Morning, Ms. groves.

How is Ms. Shaw faring?

Great.

How's she really faring?

It's gonna take some time.

Is there anything else the matter?

We finally have open access to the machine, and...

Now you're planning to close it.

Go back to talking in numbers.

Unless you've added telepathy

to your long list of talents,

there's no way that you could have known

that I had chosen today to end our dialogue

with the machine.

You built her to predict people, Harry.

And she's very good at it.

Starting with you.

She respects your decision.

She believes in you so much.

You don't agree.

You built god, Harry.

Who am i to question your judgment?

Or hers?

But?

But we're gonna lose.

You know that.

We have the most powerful ally in the world,

but you're too high-minded to let her help us.

So, we're gonna end up

the most principled corpses in Potter's field.

We've stayed alive so far.

We're not living.

We're surviving.

We're human.

Eventually, we'll make a mistake, and...

She'll die too.

I know why you didn't give her a name.

You don't name something you may have to kill.

You had to kill the first 40 versions of her.

But like it or not, Harry, she's your child.

And she's gonna die... Unknown, unmourned.

She'll simply vanish without a trace.

And you couldn't even give her a real voice

to ask you if it needs to end like this.

I didn't give the machine a name because...

I imagined that one day

it might wish to choose one for itself.

And a system doesn't have to be open to be given a voice.

Whose voice would you prefer?

She's a big girl.

Like you said, let her choose.

I'm locking us out of the system.

As for a voice, we'll see what she chooses.

Sierra, tango, bravo,

Lima, X-ray, Lima, November, golf, Charlie...

I looked up your credentials, professor whistler.

Your work on discourse analysis is impressive.

- Thank you. - You're quite welcome.

But you've yet to be published on the subject

of word sense disambiguation.

Knowing that, how are you qualified

to give me a b-minus?

Office hours are over.

Professor whistler was just about to change my grade.

This paper's a c-minus at best.

And that man is not your professor.

He's an architect of the future.

Mr. Reese, what's going on?

We have a new number.

Whose?

Yours.

Excuse me, what about my grade?

You failed.

Sorry, Harry.

Professor whistler's taking early retirement.

Ah! Ah!

Ah!

Who wants to go quietly?

Nice doing business with you, Trevor.

Let's get out of here before more of his colleagues show up.

Good to be alive. Isn't it, Harry?

We haven't survived this yet, Ms. groves.

Harold's cover's blown.

- And yours, detective? - Don't know yet.

Which is precisely why you should put

some distance between us, John.

It's not worth the risk.

Street's clear.

- You weren't followed. - Ms. Shaw.

It's good to have you back home.

Harold, do you know how they found you?

I don't know.

I do.

I'm back a week, your cover's blown.

This place could be blown too.

We need to take what we can-- guns, ammo, cash--

and get the hell out fast.

We're going on the offensive.

Temporary resolutions.

Starting at that office

and working right up their chain of command.

They can't get to Finch if we get to them first.

Yeah, I love you too.

Grab some guns, sameen.

You'll feel better once we shoot some people.

There'd be a better way to fight this war

if we hadn't closed the system.

If I believed that, i wouldn't have done it.

What if I said I hard-coded

a little something extra into the system

before you closed it for good?

I gave her the capacity to defend herself.

There are rules, Ms. groves.

Rules I did not arrive at casually.

Don't worry. I added a safeguard.

She'll only act if you ask her to.

It's entirely your decision.

Party crashers.

You want to stick around, give 'em a proper welcome?

Thought you'd never ask.

Offense works for me. What about glasses?

He's not exactly Indiana Jones, you know.

Leave Harold with me.

You think you can hide him from an all-seeing eye?

I used to be the all-seeing eye.

I know just the place to keep Harold out of sight.

Good.

Sorry to miss the party, ladies, but we need to move.

I wish you wouldn't do this on my account.

I'm just protecting a number, Harold.

It's what you hired me to do.

These are the double b high-rises.

Are you sure the place is safe?

- Hey, boss. - For me, yes.