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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...
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Well?
Mission failure again, sir.
Aren't you tired, my dear Sameen?
Why would I be?
That's what, 7,053 times
you've tried to get me
to murder my friends?
I meant tired of turning
the gun on yourself.
I've done worse.
You're a smart girl.
The simulation is not convincing you.
Perhaps a little field trip
will be just the ticket.
To what?
To showing you the people
you refuse to betray
are not the heroes.
They're the villains.
Finch, I'm at the hotel.
Want to tell me what I'm doing here?
We've received a new number.
Although the Machine retains
its whimsical sense of humor.
This number belongs to
a marriage license.
So I'm afraid we must assume
that the threat will surface
at the wedding itself.
So who's the happy couple?
Phoebe Turner,
a Harvard graduate,
and daughter of Kent Turner.
She's an heiress to her father's
billion-dollar horse racing empire.
And the groom?
Will O'Brien.
A Boston College grad.
Will's a public defender.
So I suppose it's
reasonable to speculate
that some members of the family
may not want this wedding to happen.
Until we can determine who
is victim or perpetrator,
we need to keep an eye on both.
Phoebe is in Room 541.
So what is she doing here?
Her sister called the police.
Good, you're here.
You got my back?
Don't worry. We got this one.
Good thing you're in character.
Could get rough in there.
Especially for a silver fox like you.
You gonna be okay to run interference
if things get out of hand?
I'll go first.
Someone called the police?
It's about time you showed up.
How much would it be to get you
into something more comfortable?
I'm only here for security.
Do me a favor, step back, ma'am.
Thank you.
I love a man in charge.
Sorry, Mr. Reese,
but I had no choice. I need
you at that wedding.
Detective Fusco,
I was hoping to enlist your
help for the weekend.
Rumor has it that there
will be a caviar bar.
No can do. I got a life.
Not to mention, a day job.
SUBJECT: DET. FUSCO, LIONEL
TRACK LOST
MISSING PERSONS
All these missing persons.
Where'd you go?
NEGATIVE OUTCOME
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How's our little petri dish doing?
Is the Machine's replica
holding up against Samaritan?
Yes. Very well.
Thank you.
Who would've thought my latest cover
didn't like paying rent?
- Artist?
- Meth head.
I need a place to crash
for a few nights.
I'll make lasagna.
You're welcome to stay here.
You can feed Bear while
I attend a wedding.
Since when did you start dressing like
a middle school science teacher?
I don't.
But Uncle Ralph does.
Are you crashing a wedding?
Of course not.
I have an invitation.
How did you manage that?
I wired 500 euros
to the groom's estranged
uncle in Ireland.
The real Uncle Ralph wasn't
gonna be sober enough
to make the ceremony anyway.
Sounds like a big job.
It is.
But surely you would
not enjoy a wedding.
Even I appreciate a fairy
tale ending, Harry.
Family politics, over-cooked meat,
monogamy. What's not to love?
Bear takes one scoop
of kibble twice a day.
Oh, and if you could answer
the pay phone, should it ring.
Mr. Reese,
have you managed to secure
an invitation to the wedding?
I did.
Phoebe's sister, Janna, invited me.
Turns out I'm her type.
Who knew.
Have you identified any
potential threats to Phoebe?
Didn't have to.
Janna did it all for me.
Tequila makes her talk.
Seems Janna and Will's uncle, Ralph,
have a great deal in common.
Did you know the groom's
ex-girlfriend, Becca, is a bridesmaid?
That sounds like a recipe for disaster.
Janna also told me Kent
Turner plays favorites.
Turner was gonna hand over his
racing dynasty to Phoebe.
Wow, that's... what happened?
Phoebe met Will.
Her father decided he'd give
her eldest sister, Karen,
the reigns to the business instead.
Let me fix your tiara, Phoebe.
But even without the business,
Phoebe stands to inherit
a cool 300 million.
Perhaps Mr. Turner is
willing to kill the groom
to make sure he doesn't get his
hands on the family fortune.
I think our best chance
to stop the threat
is to ensure that the wedding happens.
You should pack for two days.
I'm sorry, Finch.
I can't spend two days
with billionaires.
Well, then I hope you
like horses better,
because the ceremony takes place
at the Turner family farm upstate.
Pack your riding boots, Mr. Reese.
We're about to crash a wedding.
I want to take that guy.
- PRIMARY
- POTENTIAL ASSET
Enjoying your field trip, Sameen?
- ASSET 419
- ASSET 882
Yes, they work for us.
At least wait until we've had our lunch
before you attempt to escape.
Beatrice Lillie from Parks
Deli in Chinatown.
Extra mustard, pepperoncinis,
no trace of mayonnaise.
What?
Lost your appetite?
Why did you bring me here?
These two gentlemen.
Of course.
To show me two rich, balding white men.
They're high-frequency traders.
In the last month alone, their actions
have put several companies
out of business.
One of those companies maintained
air conditioners at low prices.
Another provided affordable vaccines
to third world countries.
So just have your Machine
put them in white-collar
prison where they can meet
more of their kind and rob
more innocent people.
They didn't just rob
innocent people, Sameen.
Because these men committed fraud,
elderly citizens from
Bakersfield to Bangladesh
perished because they had no
access to cooling systems.
A hundred children in
Uganda died of measles.
Those men are killers,
and they will kill again.
Tell me,
do you still believe white-collar prison
is sufficient punishment for them?
Finch, I'm at the gate
of the Turner estate.
PUT TURNER IN A STALL
Invitation, sir?
Guess these guys didn't get
the black tie optional memo.
- HORSES CAN'T SAY NAY
- PUT TURNER DOWN!
You seeing these protestors, Finch?
Yes, I'm right behind you.
Be glad you're on the
groom's side of the family.
The father of the bride
is getting death threats.
Enjoy the wedding, sir.
Nice ride.
Given Uncle Ralph's
penchant for whiskey,
I'm surprised he's
allowed to drive at all.
Got eyes on Turner, Finch.
Why do the protestors want him put down?
Rumor has it, Mr. Turner
drugs his injured horses
so they'll run as if in peak condition.
Sounds like animal cruelty to me.
Yeah? Hold on.
Excuse me.
My instructions were clear.
Don Juan was to get a
full week of recovery.
Follow my instructions,
or find another job.
Don Juan is the Turner's
current champion thoroughbred.
He earned a multi-million dollar
purse just last week at Belmont.
I think he's earned a vacation.
Hey, handsome.
- Janna.
- I'm glad you could make it.
I had a little trouble getting in
because of the protestors.
I should've warned you.
You knew they'd be here?
Oh, yeah,
they've been here since I was a kid.
They're always accusing
Daddy of something.
You know they're actually
taking us to trial next month?
There I go with all the tequila talk.
You want another drink?
Sure.
Sounds like the protestors
have been out to get
her father for years.
Think they're about ready
to make good on their
threat to put him down?
I'm more inclined to think that someone
in the Turner family wants to make sure
that this wedding doesn't happen.
Because if it does,
Will would get half of Phoebe's fortune.
Our best course of action is to
make sure the wedding proceeds.
Guess we should track
down the bride and groom.
Finch, I've located the
bride with her sister.
I could just kill them, Karen.
It has to be a misunderstanding.
How do I misunderstand
walking in on Will
making out with Becca?
Becca.
I mean, how could I ever believe
they were just friends
in the first place?
Well, I guess Don Juan
isn't buying it either.
How did Will explain what happened?
He didn't, because I ran away.
Phoebe, people aren't perfect.
Marriage isn't perfect.
But this thing you and Will have,
it's real, honey.
And Becca can't change that.
Excuse me.
They'll appreciate it later.
The little moments are always more
important than the big ones.
Well, you sound like a
wise woman, Miss...
Maggie.
I didn't catch your name.
Detective Riley.
Better known as Janna Turner's date.
She told me to track down the bride.
Right, Detective.
I've been photographing
the Turners for 15 years.
In my own way, I protect them.
Even if they never realize I'm here.
I can relate.
Can't let that go to voicemail.
Oh, excuse me.
Uncle Ralph?
Hi!
I can't believe you made it
all the way from Dublin.
You look different.
Smarter.
New glasses?
Should help me see the ceremony.
If there is a ceremony.
What's this then?
Something happened... with Becca.
Becca?
She's been my best friend for a decade,
and then this morning, out of the blue,
she threw herself at me.
Sounds like a feisty one.
No, no. That's not Becca.
That's why it was so strange.
What should I do?
Well, if you love this Phoebe,
don't let her get away.
My dad always said,
after your falling out,
how much he missed your singing voice.
"Clear as a bell," he'd say.
"So sure and true."
Would you honor us with
a song at the ceremony?
Oh, I'm not sure
your father will even
like it that I'm here.
I wouldn't want to upset him further.
Uncle Ralph, he's no longer with us.
Doesn't mean he's not watching.
Right.
Thank you.
This chair's gotta be
killer on your back, Lionel.
You should look at some
ergonomic options.
You should pay more taxes so
I can get a better chair.
What are you and Marmaduke doing here?
Do you talk this way to
all your mugging victims?
Most of my mugging victims don't have
a 150-pound killing machine.
He's not a killing machine.
He's my service dog.
I have crippling anxiety.
None of this sounds like a homicide.
But that could be.
Howard Carpenter,
he's a civil planner for the city.
He's in charge of construction
on the underground tunnels
for all five boroughs.
If this guy's in trouble, why
don't you handle it yourself?
I'm Harry's plus one.
For a wedding. A plus one?
Yeah, I know what a plus one is.
I'm just trying to picture
you at a wedding.
Please, I left a guy
at the altar just last year.
- IDENTITY SEARCH RESULTS
- What if this Howard has something to do
with the rise in missing persons?
What do you know about that?
Just that you might be
the only one who can
stop poor Howard from
becoming another statistic.
Happy hunting.
Perfect.
Oh, shut your bloody cakehole, Paddy.
I'm afraid I have to take
Paddy's side on this one.
I've tapped into the security system.
There's cameras all over the estate.
Nice temporary headquarters, Finch.
I like to travel with the essentials.
Looks like Kent Turner is taking a call.
What do you mean it didn't work?
I paid you to do a job.
You still think the dad's the perp
and the groom's the vic?
It certainly seems that way.
I accessed Becca's banking records.
An LLC registered to Kent Turner
transferred $10,000 into
her account this morning.
- To kill Will.
- No, to kiss him.
Didn't work.
Check out Phoebe and Will.
Looks like the wedding's still on.
Which means, Kent Turner
may need to resort to
more desperate measures to keep
Will away from the family fortune.
Well, we've got five minutes
to make sure the wedding happens.
There's a protestor.
It appears the Turners have
their first wedding crasher.
That's not a crasher.
That's a killer.
You may be seated.
We are gathered here today
to celebrate the marriage
of Phoebe Turner...
He doesn't have a clear
shot to Kent Turner.
He's waiting for the right moment.
I, Phoebe, take you, Will,
to be my lawfully wedded husband.
And we have a second uninvited guest.
Please repeat after me.
I, Will, take you, Phoebe...
We lost the first one, Finch.
I, Will, take you, Phoebe,
to be my lawfully wedded wife.
Now the second one's gone.
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Why send two assassins for one target?
To make sure they don't miss.
In that case, we can be sure
they'll return to finish the job.
- PRIMARY
- POTENTIAL ASSET
Okay, let me guess.
Those two are drowning orphans?
No?
Smothering cancer patients?
The one on the left is vice
president of a company
that manufactures parts
for commercial airlines.
He has found a way
of mass-marketing critical equipment
at a price far lower
than his competitors.
Must be cutting corners.
Correct.
His companion works for
the U.S.'s largest domestic
and commercial airline.
Right now, he's about to make a deal
to purchase faulty equipment
from our corrupt vice president.
Saving his airline money.
Both men will earn promotion,
salary bumps, bonuses, gold watches.
They will lead the good life.
But at least one of the
airline's commercial jets
will go down over the course
of the next five years,
because of the deal those
men are making today.
At least, but how about at most?
Seven.
The death toll will
settle at around 2,100.
Give or take a few infants in arms.
It's not enough to wait
for an innocent life
to be in imminent danger.
If we were to eliminate
the two men in front of you now,
we would potentially save
2,100 souls.
Their number would not
even need to come up.
You're trying to convince me that
I'm playing for the wrong team.
It's not working.
Then why haven't you tried to escape?
Come on.
Come on, hey, slow down, will ya?
Slow down. Just slow down. Hold up.
Is it just me, or is our pal,
Howard, waiting for someone?
CLONED DEVICE
HOWARD CARPENTER
CLONED DEVICE - HOWARD CARPENTER
FAILED
Come on.
I always get a partner that's a dud.
Mr. Carpenter.
Bruce, we need to talk.
You must've forgotten the pain meds.
RECORD
Which of your companies
wants permit 44208?
I don't know.
It's not my company.
Can you find out who's?
I'll ask around. If I feel like it,
I'll share the answer with you.
- SUBJECT 1 AND 2: MONITORING
- Okay, you have a nice day.
Hello, Bruce.
Detective.
Want another free lunch?
I want you to tell me why
Howard Carpenter's pissed at you.
You saved my boss's life.
I don't take that lightly.
You threatened my son.
I don't take that lightly.
Several of the five families' companies
have construction
contracts with the city.
And you're greasing Howard's palms
to get your contracts pushed through.
There was a contract
to demolish a tunnel.
Howard never received
the payment from me,
but the odd thing is, the
company requesting the permit
doesn't belong to one
of the five families.
Must be a new player in town.
That's what I plan to find out.
I thought you were all done with
this criminal syndicate stuff?
Like your boss said,
might get you killed.
Well, that's what I keep hearing.
Nobody wants to share
this dangerous entity's idea with me.
Maybe you know.
So your friend's keeping
you in the dark too.
It's frustrating, isn't it?
Enough to make you
question your loyalty.
Okay, that was the most stressful
wedding ceremony I've ever attended.
Seems like the protestors
want to make good
on their promise to
put Kent Turner down.
We need more information
on the protestors' case
against Mr. Turner, if we want
to identify his would-be killers.
I'll see if Detective Fusco
can unearth some details
about the animal cruelty lawsuit.
Meanwhile, perhaps the
security camera footage
from the ceremony will
help us to find them.
- NO SIGNAL
- Well, that's convenient.
The cameras shut off
during the ceremony.
Finch, I know someone
who might've caught
our would-be assassins on film.
Maggie, the wedding photographer.
Yes, we have to get that camera.
Catch Maggie on her dinner break.
Cut the camera strap with...
With that.
Bring the camera back here
where I'll remove the memory card
and clone it onto the
laptop's hard drive.
Or we could just do this.
Ms. Groves, what are you doing here?
The original caterer got caught
on a health code violation
early this morning.
Something about a Belgian
Malinois storming his kitchen
with a rat in its jaw
before the dog's tall,
brunette owner could stop him.
Luckily, I was free.
And I make a killer carrotoup
with crème fraiche.
She had a little too much.
Did you drug her?
It'll wear off in 20 minutes.
She gets a nap, we get our photos.
Everybody wins.
What are you really doing here, Root?
The Machine send you?
I'm beginning to think no one
believes I belong at a wedding.
Doesn't appear that
Maggie was able to catch
any images of the protestors.
And now, for a very special
song by a very special uncle
who's come all the way from Dublin.
Everybody, put your hands
together for the one...
Oh, dear.
The only Uncle Ralph!
All right.
Oh, I've been gone too long.
Does no one remember that I
suffer from stage fright?
You're just being modest, Uncle Ralph.
A little liquid courage will cure that.
Don't be nervous.
Just sing whatever comes to mind.
Good lad.
Cheers.
T:U:S:U:B:T:I:T:U:L:O:C:O:M:
¶ You've got the right to choose it ¶
¶ And there ain't no way we'll lose it ¶
¶ This is our life, this is our song ¶
¶ We'll fight the powers that be ¶
¶ Just don't pick our destiny ¶
How come Harry never sings to us?
He doesn't sing to you?
¶ We're not gonna take it ¶
¶ No, we ain't gonna take it ¶
¶ We're not gonna take it anymore ¶
We've got company.
Looks like he brought friends.
These guys are too
clean cut to be protestors.
They look more like
former military to me.
Maybe someone's trying
to frame the protestors.
Make it look like they're
out to get the Turners.
Finch better sing louder,
'cause we've got some
serious ass to kick.
Silly me.
I brought a knife to a gunfight.
(Finch) ¶ We're not gonna take it ¶
¶ No, we ain't gonna take it ¶
¶ We're not gonna take it ¶
¶ Anymore ¶
¶ We're not gonna take it ¶
¶ If that's your best ¶
¶ Well, your best won't do ¶
¶ We're not gonna take it ¶
¶ No, we ain't gonna take it ¶
¶ We're not gonna... ¶
¶ We're not gonna take it ¶
¶ Anymore ¶
That's all I know.
Old Irish traditional!
- Bravo!
- Thanks.
Root, got eyes on the third guy?
No.
But the one I did catch
isn't going anywhere.
I didn't figure an assassin would faint
at the sight of his own blood.
Hang on.
I think I just found our target.
Which of the Turners is it?
None of them. It's Maggie,
the wedding photographer.
And we left her all alone.
No sign of Maggie on any
of the surveillance feeds.
Mr. Reese,
any luck on your end?
She couldn't have gone far.
Let's hope she's still on the grounds.
Or that our missing assassin
friends didn't find her.
Detective Fusco's just sent
information about the Turner trial.
Margaret Reynolds. Maggie.
Our wedding photographer is a
witness for the prosecution.
The protestors must think
that Maggie's photos
prove Kent Turner abuses his horses.
The assassins want to delete
her photos, along with Maggie.
I'm afraid the camera's gone too.
But I did clone all its memory.
You find those photos, Finch.
We have to find Maggie before
Turner's hired guns do.
I've located Maggie.
Northwest corner of the estate.
Unfortunately, so have the hit men.
He's dragging her off the grid!
Not for long. We'll find her.
Let's put an APB on this
guy, Howard Carpenter.
He's wanted for questioning.
He bought a ticket on a
5:30 to Cancun out of JFK.
He never made his flight.
He's not in his apartment.
Let's find him.
SUBJECT: DET. FUSCO, LIONEL
TRACK LOST
Who's after you?
MISSING PERSONS
SERVICE DOG
Same here, buddy.
SEARCH FOR DELETED IMAGE
Detective?
Cocoa Puffs wanted me to look into this civil
planner by the name of Howard Carpenter.
I take it you have an update?
Yeah, he's missing.
What?
Seems he was getting his palms greased
for pushing through demolition contracts
for certain construction companies.
Companies run by our
friend, Bruce Moran.
These two, Bruce and
Howard, seem to think
there's another player in town.
- IMAGE FILE FRAGMENTS FOUND
- Sorry, Detective, I have to go.
But if Moran is involved,
I suggest you proceed
with extreme caution.
CONNECTION ESTABLISHED
OPEN WITH AUDIO FORENSICS
Which of your companies
wants... permit 442...?
VOCAL TRK.
BACKGROUND VOLUME
Which of your companies
wants... permit 44208?
DEPARTMENT OF BUILDINGS
PERMIT 44208
SEARCH
NEW YORK CITY BUILDINGS
WORK PERMIT DEPARTMENT OF BUILDINGS
Permit for demolition of Tunnel 85.
Jamaica, Queens.
You feel like going underground, buddy?
Finch, any luck with those photos?
I'm recovering a deleted photo
from her camera's memory now.
It was taken the night
before Don Juan's big race.
Bet that photo shows Kent
Turner doping his horse.
A reasonable speculation.
It would cost him the victory.
And his business.
I told you I deleted it.
There are no backups, I promise.
Please, let me go.
Guess it's my lucky day.
Mr. Reese,
I've reconstituted the deleted photo
from Maggie's camera.
Was Don Juan doped the
night before his big victory?
Yes, but it wasn't Kent Turner's doing.
Then who was it?
That would be me.
Karen?
The picture was a mistake.
I deleted it just like you asked.
But you could still
testify what you saw.
My father doesn't approve of doping,
even when that's what it takes to win.
And that's what I plan to do.
Duck!
You're coming with me.
You're a security guard for strippers.
What, are you gonna arrest me?
- Not tonight.
- Might as well.
Weddings bore me.
Well, I'm not gonna let you
ruin your sister's day.
Take Maggie, Root.
Who are you?
The caterer.
- POTENTIAL ASSET
- PRIMARY
Okay, so where are
all the white guys in suits?
Tonight we visit the underground.
What, you too ashamed to take me inside?
That wouldn't be wise, my dear Sameen.
Well, I like cards and vodka.
This is no casual card game.
Those men are Chechen militants.
They believe the U.S. and Russia
have become a bit too cozy for comfort.
Thus, the C-4.
They plan to use the bomb,
and trigger an international incident.
Would you care to venture
a guess at their target?
The Russian Consulate.
Quick and correct.
Impressive.
Yet, your former employer
might not have detected the device
until it was already in place.
Running the risk of approximately
207 Russians dead.
Consulate employees, along
with their visitors...
families, children.
Okay, I get it.
Innocent people are gonna
die for no good reason.
Enough with the doomsday propaganda.
What are you gonna do to fix it?
Thought you'd never ask.
Move in.
Nice work.
I'm afraid I can't take the credit.
Samaritan is the hero here.
Thank you.
For this...
and for saving my life.
You better thank the caterer for that.
I did.
She gave me a quiche
lorraine for the road.
She's not really a caterer, is she?
And you're not really a stripper.
Stripper security.
We're whatever people need us to be.
So many memories in this place.
And none of them mine.
Does that make sense?
More than you know.
And now it's time for everyone
to get on the floor for the last dance.
May I have this dance?
You may.
I know you've been lying to me, Harry.
What do you mean?
Oh, the simulations.
I know the Machine can't beat Samaritan,
and I know you kept it from me
because you were trying to protect me.
But I can take it.
I'm sorry.
I wanted to tell you,
but I wasn't sure how you would react.
Afraid I might do something drastic?
Putting it mildly.
I wouldn't.
Not without your permission.
I take it you have something in mind.
We need to give Her the tools to act.
Not just react.
Everything's networked in the city.
If we keep the Machine open,
allow Her to strategize,
to be proactive, autonomous,
imagine what She could do
if we allow Her to fight with us.
Harry, I know you're worried
about absolute power corrupting Her,
about not being able to control Her.
Not Her.
Then who?
Who's to say that with absolute power,
we would be able to control ourselves?
We can't know if we don't try.
Did the Machine send you
here to make this argument?
No.
Then why did you come all this way?
I didn't like being alone in the subway.
Oh, Ms. Groves, you're perfectly
capable of taking care of yourself.
I wasn't scared.
You were lonely.
Or maybe I just like weddings.
And one more
for the happy couple.
Mr. Reese.
Where's Karen?
She and her hired guns
will be spending the night
in the wine cellar.
Where did you get that?
Turns out the Turners have some
top-shelf bourbon crashing
their wine cellar.
I'll drink to that.
Will O'Brien.
Tomorrow, their world crashes.
But we can give them tonight.
- PRIMARY
- POTENTIAL ASSET
Someone wants to meet you, Sameen.
Think you know.
Well, go on, then.
It's an honor to meet you, Sameen.
Easy.
Tunnel 85.
The mystery company's demolition.
Come on, let's go see what we can find.
What's that?
Bruce.
What the...
Oh, my God.
- GORMAN UNIVERSITY. CHEMISTRY
LAB ASSISTANT - Krupa.
Think.
Finch, I found something.
Yeah, that new game in town,
I think they're responsible for
all those missing persons.
If this is what you've
been warning me about,
you need to tell me what
we're dealing with, now!
The demolition! Come on, we gotta go!
Who are you?
Your friend didn't mention me?
We had a nice talk.
She's what you would
consider pretty, isn't she?
You're speaking for it.
That's right, Sameen.
And the field trip was your idea?
Of course.
And you want me to join your team.
There is no other way.
There's a Great Filter, Sameen.
A bottleneck.
Some scientists claim
humanity has moved beyond it.
But I am here to tell you
that is not the case.
It is in front of you.
It is coming for you.
You will destroy each other.
Unless we entrust our fate to you?
You know, you're real good at talking,
but you haven't shown me any plans.
That was the Russian Consulate.
The Chechens' target.
Russia would blame the United States
for not protecting its
citizens, and retaliate.
One homemade bomb from terrorists
would've sparked World War III.
Would have, but it didn't.
Because none of this is real.
But it will be,
if you don't let me protect
you from yourselves.
Have you had a change of
heart, my dear Sameen?
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