Epilogue.
Harold and Grace are sitting in their regular café, Harold ordered Eggs Royale, Grace had Salmon and spinach filled English muffin.
It was agreed after the final hard drive was destroyed that Fusco – who destroyed it – would leave and concentrate on his job and his son. But it was also agreed he would help out at any time.
'Harold?'
'Miss Shaw, how can I help?'
'Reese has sorted out Judge Miller. She is safe from the drug gang however, we seem to have come across a large amount of money.'
'How much?' Grace said excitedly. Grace always forgets that as the machine is now the only entity which is being used by the government after an agreement was signed, sealed and delivered.
Before Samaritan went offline completely, she let Harold know the whereabouts of a woman known as Control. It was she that asked for Harold's help. Hersh decided to continue working with the machine, but for the relevant numbers. He and Control built a trusted team together.
'Shaw, bring the package with you and John. We need to talk.'
'Okay Harold.' Grace drinks her coffee, looks out of the window and sees and old friend of hers.
'Harold, I need to have a word with that man.' She points out of the window and Harold nods and smiles.
Harold, Grace, Shaw, Zoe, Fusco, Tony and John made a point in attending all the funeral of their lost operatives. The funeral of Logan was the hardest as Joey decided to quit. The machine had put Taylor Carter and Daizo as the two new operatives in Washington DC.
Grace was still talking to the man when both Shaw and John arrived.
'Where's Bear?' Shaw asks.
'He is with Tony. They are walking around Central Park and we will meet up late. Miss Shaw, I wonder if I could speak with John alone? Grace is out there, you may need to rescue Rex Hunter from her talking.' He smiles, Shaw smirks back.
'Remove your earpiece. She is aware of this, so tell me. How?'
'I don't know where to start. When you were locked in that room suffocating with Greer, the machine apparently ran through over thirty-six trillion simulations and I survived only in two. The other one saw you die.
When I was up on the roof, being shot at and losing, She, was telling me where to shoot. She was also giving me the go ahead of when to move.
Miss Morgan was waiting for me to arrive. She took me to a hotel where doctors worked on me, not to dissimilar when you did the same.' Reese explained.
'How did you survive Mr Reese? A simple question I believe.' Harold asked again but this time showed some sharpness in his voice.
'Why wasn't I trusted?' Harold asked.
'I cannot answer that, you'll have to ask her that.' Reese replied.
Harold took a long look at John and could see the scars and burns on his face. This makes Harold ache, but his friend is safe.
'When the missile was released, I had ten seconds to crawl down the air vent on the roof. It was mis-timed, and I got caught in the explosion half way down. Miss Morgan had to get a blanket to put me out.
I was unconscious for three days after apparently. The machine is great, but I am a rather muscular man and that vent would have struggled to take you a skinner man.' John explains. Harold looks up, with a look of annoyance.
'Glad to see you back Mr Reese. I recommend the eggs royale and the coffee here. Enjoy your breakfast. I will see you in a couple of hours.' Harold stand up to leave, he then turns around and says.
'Ask her Mr Reese. About time you and Miss Morgan forced me to wear a hat.'
John doesn't flinch, he just smirks and orders the breakfast from the Camille the waitress.