- Root: You have a god in this fight, Harold, and she's fighting for her life.
- Harold Finch: I wouldn't know. She only talks to you, Ms. Groves.
- Root: Just because you stopped listening to her doesn't mean she isn't looking out for you. This job, your identity, is her keeping you alive. She has the plan, Harold, but she needs you to sit up and pay attention.
- Harold Finch: To what, the numbers? In the face of such a struggle, saving one or two people, what difference would that make?
- Root: Every life matters. You taught me that.
- Harold Finch: What brings you here today, Ms. Groves?
- Root: Your former associates, the mayhem twins. They're back to trying to save people.
- Harold Finch: I'm aware.
- Root: Then you're also aware that they're gonna get themselves caught or killed without your help.
- Harold Finch: I explained as much to John, though I'm not sure how long they'd survive even with my assistance.
- Root: I assure you, the outcome will be determined if you don't get involved.
- Harold Finch: And this advice is coming from you, Ms. Groves, or from the machine?
- Root: Now's not the time to be precious, Harold. You don't get to sit this one out. The world can't afford to indulge your indecision.
- Harold Finch: Oh, I think I made my decision quite clear.
- Root: Sorry. You have to pick a side, because this is war. And the thing we're up against, it has virtually unlimited resources, governments working unwittingly at its behest, operatives around the globe protecting it. You know how many we have? Five.
- [pause]
- Root: Six, if you count the dog.
- John Reese: I need you to drop the eyeliner, pick up a gun, and help me take down a criminal street gang.
- Sameen Shaw: I'd really like to, but that sounds like a bad idea.
- John Reese: Yeah, that's what Fusco says. I guess I'm full of 'em today.
- Harold Finch: How goes the day job, Detective Riley?
- John Reese: Personally, I prefer my real job, Finch.
- Harold Finch: Professor Whistler, please.
- John Reese: We're getting numbers again Harold. We need to get back to work.
- Harold Finch: I'm no longer your coworker, Detective. I'm done taking orders from a computer. I thought I made that clear after it instructed us to kill a Congressman.
- John Reese: It also helped us to save Grace. And now more lives need saving.
- NYPD Officer: [after Reese breaks up a drug deal] Detective? You okay?
- John Reese: Escort these clowns to the ER. Get the drugs and money to evidence. Gotta go.
- John Reese: Sir, don't you need to file a report, firing your service weapon?
- John Reese: It wasn't my weapon.
- John Reese: What brings you up to The Bronx, Detective?
- Detective Lionel Fusco: Last I checked, I was in Homicide. This here looks like a body. What's Narcotics doing here, Detective?
- John Reese: [Gestures to the body] Felix here was an affiliate of a street gang taking over the heroin trade.
- Detective Lionel Fusco: Yeah, well, now he's unaffiliated.
- Novak: You religious?
- Martine: Seriously? That's the line you're going with?
- Novak: No, I'm just curious if you believe in a higher power. Imagine if the world had utterly changed, and no one had noticed a thing. I'm talking about an international stealth operation to acquire and shutter every company researching artificial intelligence.
- Martine: Artificial intelligence? That's a real thing?
- Novak: Oh, it's here. I think an AI slipped into the world unannounced, then set out to strangle its rivals in the crib. And I know I'm on to something, because my sources keep disappearing. My editor got reassigned. And now my job's gone. More and more, it just feels like I was the only one investigating the story
- [Looks at his companion]
- Novak: I'm sorry. I'm sure I sound like a real conspiracy nut.
- Martine: No, I understand. You're saying an artificial intelligence bought your paper so you'd lose your job and your flight would be canceled. And you'd end up back at this bar
- [Mood suddenly turns ominous]
- Martine: where the only security camera would go out. And the bartender would have to leave suddenly after getting an emergency text. The world has changed. You should know you're not the only one who figured it out. You're one of three. The other two will die in a traffic accident in Seattle in 14 minutes.
- Sameen Shaw: Wait, the machine put me in this silly-ass job?
- Root: It's the only way to keep you alive and off Samaritan's radar. For what it's worth, I really like the new look. You're definitely an Autumn.
- Sameen Shaw: I could stab you with my stiletto.
- Harold Finch: If you or Sameen or anyone else attempt to intervene with these numbers, you will surely find yourselves dead.
- John Reese: We have to do something.
- Harold Finch: We have no resources, John! The library's gone.
- John Reese: So we'll get another place.
- Harold Finch: Don't you understand? They're always watching! We can't even talk on the telephone. There is no sanctuary. You can't just be the man in the suit. You're a cop now. I'm a professor. That's just the way it is.
- John Reese: We don't need jobs, Harold. We need a purpose.
- Harold Finch: The world has changed, John. I'm sorry.
- [Passes over Bear's leash]
- Harold Finch: For the time being, I think he'll be happier with you.
- [Gets up to leave]
- John Reese: Well, if it's not about helping the numbers anymore, then what?
- Harold Finch: It's about survival, John.
- Detective Lionel Fusco: We're gonna help you, Mr. Hasan.
- Ali Hasan: How?
- John Reese: By getting your son back.
- Ali Hasan: You? Haven't you done enough?
- John Reese: Not yet, I haven't.
- Senator Ross Garrison: I have to say, the early results are impressive. Samaritan has preempted multiple threats to National Security.
- John Greer: You're welcome, Senator.
- Senator Ross Garrison: Your machine seems to be even more aggressive than Northern Lights.
- John Greer: Samaritan is designed to be proactive. We can't afford to miss even one terrorist now, can we?
- Senator Ross Garrison: All assurances aside, what really concerns me is accountability.
- John Greer: Accountability?
- Senator Ross Garrison: It appears Decima Technology has been dismantled as a viable business entity, which makes me wonder, who exactly is getting the NSA feeds?
- John Greer: We had a deal, Senator. We get the feeds. You get the relevant numbers. What we do with that information is entirely up to us.
- Senator Ross Garrison: That deal offered us plausible deniability. If the public ever gets wind of Samaritan, I just hope you're somewhere to be found.
- John Greer: I wonder if our fine Senator has become more of a problem than asset. One that needs to be eliminated.
- Samaritan: [On phone screen] NOT YET.
- John Greer: And what about Harold Finch and his associates?
- Samaritan: INVESTIGATION ONGOING
- John Greer: Oh, that's unlike you. Still, I'm sure whatever rock they decide to hide under, we'll find them as soon as they emerge.
- [from trailer]
- Trailer V.O.: CBS next Tuesday: a machine created to protect our lives...
- Harold Finch: [whispering urgently] They're always watching!
- Trailer V.O.: ...has decided to take over our world.
- Samaritan: [as individual words flashing on screen] WHAT ARE YOUR COMMANDS
- John Greer: Launch official intelligence.
- Root: This is war.
- Alvin Lee of "Ten Years After": [slow singing on soundtrack accompanies violent-act visuals] I'd love to change the world
- John Reese: It's like old times.
- Harold Finch: Hardly.
- Alvin Lee of "Ten Years After": [simultaneously with next] But I don't know what to do
- Trailer V.O.: [simultaneously with previous] Person of Interest season premiere. Next Tuesday, 10, 9 Central.