All language subtitles for Person of interest s01e02

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

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

I know because I built it.

I designed the machine to detect
acts of terror, but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving
ordinary people.

People like you.

Crimes the government
considered irrelevant.

They wouldn't act,
so I decided I would.

But I needed a partner.

Someone with the skills to intervene.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.

Hey, it's me.
Yeah, sorry, I got tied up here at work.

I was thinking
we could grab a bite, okay?

Usual place? Okay.

See you in 30. Yeah, bye.

Hold it.

Almost missed it.

Those for your wife?

Uh, yes.

I thought your wife liked roses.

Excuse me? Do I know you?

No.

But I know you, Bill.

Little relationship advice:

If you're gonna step out on your wife,
you need to think it through.

Do you work here?

Because if you do, you're fired.

I'm more like an independent contractor.

Now, you don't seem like a bad guy, Bill.

You and your wife are having problems.

It happens.

Now, some women would just leave you.

But some women, they might just hire
a couple of guys to come to your office...

...dismantle your surveillance cameras...

...to make it look like
a robbery gone wrong.

I would call the police.
And a good divorce lawyer.

I got a job for you. High priority.

Triple your usual fee.

What's the name?

- Heck, yeah. Taxi!
- Yes?

Good morning, Finch.

No problems last night.

Two hit men were waiting to kill the guy
just like you said they'd be.

I took care of it.

Good. You should get some rest.

Thought I'd do a little research.

I'll be interested to hear what you discover.

We need to meet later.

Your machine kick out another number?

Somebody else who's gonna be
involved in a crime?

This one is somewhat unusual.

I'll let you know where to go.

And, Mr. Reese,
we'll meet on my schedule.

Not yours.

Detective Carter. Aren't you Homicide?

Don't have any cold ones, just a couple
of guys ain't ever gonna play golf again.

It's part of an ongoing investigation.
What do we know about the shooter?

This rich guy was on his way home,
said a couple of guys tried to kill him.

This other gentleman quote,
"intervened," unquote.

Let me guess. Some guy in a suit?

How did your research go?

Inconclusive.

The number we've received is
for a girl named Theresa Whitaker...

...15 years old.

Some disciplinary trouble,
but basically a good kid.

Well...

...the machine did spit out her number.
So she must be caught up in something.

Where can I find her?

As I told you, Mr. Reese...

...this situation is somewhat unique.

You see, Theresa Whitaker
should be right here.

She was murdered
along with the rest of her family...

...two years ago.

So we're looking for a ghost?

I thought you might still be here.

I come bearing gifts. Whiskey.

- Uh-huh.
- And we won another award.

Look, I know our deal, I schmooze
the board, I cash half the checks...

...I pick up the awards.
You do most of the work.

But honestly, this is getting
exhausting for me.

I'm perfectly happy
with the division of labor.

Always have been.

- Ha, ha.
- What's this one for?

This is "for services to humanity."

I didn't tell them we laid off half the staff
to build this Orwellian nightmare.

You said
you wanted to make a difference.

Give something back.

Is this the government feeds?

Direct from NSA at Fort Meade.

That's every e-mail, every phone call,
surveillance cameras...

In the country?

No, that's just New York.

I'm starting with the basics,
trying to teach it to track people...

...using cell-phone location data,
facial recognition.

Almost ready to move on
to the next problem.

What's the next problem?

Sorting them all out.

Terrorists don't stand out
on street corners.

We have to teach the machine
to sift through e-mails.

Wiretap phones. Bank transactions.

Look for people
that are hiding something.

Living double lives.

People like you, in other words.

How long will this take?

Four, five more years.

So this is...?

Everyone.

Nice spot.

This is the last place
Theresa Whitaker was seen alive.

Two years ago, her father, Grant,
takes the family for a weekend sail.

No one comes home.

Grant. He was a real-estate developer.

Market crashed.
He was upside-down on 14 properties.

According to police,
he shot his wife and kids...

...then turned the gun on himself.

Says here they found the bodies.

Just the parents
and the 18-year-old son.

Theresa's body was never recovered.

"Presumed dead."

It's a reasonable assumption.

The police only see
what they choose to look for.

The machine sees almost everything.

If the girl's number has come up,
she must be alive.

Then why hasn't she
shown up by now?

With the police or a relative?

I don't know.

But if the machine is right and she's still
alive, she won't be for long.

Better find her.

We'll need a police report on this.

I'll have to talk to my friend
in the department.

Hello, Lionel.

You. Again.
How the hell did you get in here?

Took it off your friend Stills,
the one I shot with your gun...

...before you buried him
out in Oyster Bay.

I need you to pull a file for me.

Right after you pull my IAD file.
They got me one step...

...from fighting off a cell block
of degenerates that I sent upstate.

They think I'm dirty.

That's because you are dirty, Lionel.

Look, your predicament is not my doing
or my concern.

Name's Theresa Whitaker.

Two-year-old murder-suicide
out in Bowery Bay.

Get me the file.

I just can't believe that it came to this.

We knew they were having
financial issues...

...but I never thought that he would do
anything like this.

That's because he didn't.

Wish that he would have come to me.

Wish that he would have reached out.

This was a professional hit.

Muzzle impressions were made
after the fact.

Made it look point-blank,
like the father did it.

Cops missed it.

And you know that how?

That's how I would've done it.

So why didn't the shooter kill Theresa?

That part I can't explain.

Or why she hasn't shown up
anywhere else.

I tracked down a recent address for
the aunt and uncle in Brooklyn Heights.

Might know what kind
of trouble Whitaker was in.

I got a lead on another kid
who might know her whereabouts.

Sealed juvie record on Theresa.

Seems she was picked up
with an older boy for vandalism.

Deacon Page.

Since has been popped for shoplifting,
carrying a concealed weapon.

If Theresa didn't go to family,
maybe she went to friends.

We don't know how much time
Theresa has left.

Might need a little help, Finch.

Hello, Arthur Bellinger,
Liberty State Mutual.

- Elizabeth Whitaker?
- Yes?

We wrote the term-life policies
for Grant Whitaker.

You and your husband, Derek,
are listed as next of kin.

Ex-husband.

The divorce went through last year.
Come in.

Thank you.

In cases like this involving
prolonged legal investigation...

...it can take some time to settle out.

I'm surprised my brother-in-law...

...even kept up payments
on life insurance.

Does this mean they're gonna stop
searching for Theresa?

Her body, I mean.

The police have concluded
their investigation.

You weren't satisfied?

No. It's just...

We buried an empty coffin.

They said that the current
would have taken her body.

And I was hoping that maybe it would, uh,
bring her home.

I'm sorry, this is just dredging up
some really difficult memories.

Not at all. I can only imagine.

Derek never came out of the funk.

Sometimes you just lose people.

You don't have any contact information
on your ex-husband?

No. We've barely spoken since we split.

I have an old cell phone number.
Good luck tracking him down.

Heh. You might wanna mention
there's money involved.

Have to ask,
did you and Derek have any children?

No kids.

Now I'm not even an aunt.

Smart as a whip, Theresa.

I loved her like she was
my own daughter.

Unfortunately,
you can't pick your parents.

Unbelievable.

I've got eight case files
connected to this guy's prints.

Half of them have been redacted.

Here we go. Missing Persons '07.
Your trigger-happy hobo, Carter.

Only now he's a killer in a suit.

Maybe he's a recovering diplomat.

They pulled the whole file.

Feds.
This one's above your pay grade, Carter.

Aunt's fine. Uncle's MIA.

MIA? We've got no contact info?

No answer on the phone.
No forwarding address.

- Where are you?
- I've hit every skate-rat park in the city.

Nothing but attitude on wheels.

No sign of Theresa?

No.

But I think I just found our guy.

What the...? What's your problem, fool?

Two-hundred-dollar fine
to skate in the park.

Wanna know the last time
you seen this girl, Deacon.

Is this some kind of sick joke?

Newsflash, chief.

Old man went postal on her whole family.

- She's dead.
- Or maybe not.

Maybe you've seen her around.

That girl is gone. Give me back my phone.

Theresa, wait.

Watch it, idiot!

Hi, Harold.
- Hello.

Morning, Harold.

Listen, um, that database you're coding...

...we're gonna need it a little faster,
okay?

You gotta keep up.

Okay, I'll see what I can do, Dave.

Not exactly what I expected.

Software engineer of the month.

It's very impressive, but it doesn't quite
explain the private security.

- The unlimited funds.
- No.

No, it wouldn't.

I did some digging down in HR.

Seems you've worked here for 17 years.

Only been promoted twice.

So how many of these people know
you own the entire company?

None of them.

The best place to hide, Mr. Reese,
as you well know, is in plain sight.

And if I speak too loudly?
Say the wrong thing?

The entire department could be
overhauled.

Some would be reassigned.

Promoted.

Some would be fired.

I'll make it quick, then.

The girl is alive and, um, kicking.

Seems she has some trust issues.

I, uh... I lost her.

But I did figure out
how she's been providing for herself.

- She left this at an ATM machine.
- It's a skimmer.

It captures account numbers and PINs.

If she tries to sell these online,
I might be able to track her down.

In the meantime, we need to figure out
who killed her family. And why.

Her uncle's hiding
from a dozen different creditors.

But I'll find him.

And I wanna look at Grant Whitaker's
finances much more carefully.

Good. Because this was a hit for hire.
And I'm gonna look into the shooter.

How?

Find out where I can hire one.

So who's your friend, Harold?

Guy behind the bar's a fixer.

Takes a piece
of most contract killings in the city.

If someone did wipe out the family,
he might know who did it.

Hey, you don't talk to people
who just walk into the joint.

Lionel, you worried about me?

I'm touched.

Don't let me see you around here again.

I got a name.

Let's go.

Fusco's CI pointed me towards
a contract killer named Solnick.

Problem is Solnick got himself
locked up for a separate job.

So I've arranged a visit.

Who are you?

- My lawyer quit again?
- No.

I'd like to talk to you about that family
you murdered...

...and dumped in the Bowery Bay.

You don't want to talk about that one?

How about some of the other people
you killed?

Like the brother of that gang leader
that lives on your cell block.

I'm sure he'd love to know
his brother's last words.

Hmm?

Ah.

I get it. You're like me.

A killer.

A genuine bad guy.

Then I don't have to explain to you...

...what happened to those people
on that boat.

You already know.

What I don't know
is why you let the girl live.

I wouldn't have killed a girl.

Not even if they paid me my quote.

I told her if anyone ever knew
she was alive, I'd finish the job.

I don't kill kids.

Had some punk on my cell block
last week say he heard I did it.

Told him the same thing.

Who hired you to do it?

Some guy I met one time. No names.

Cash.

Who hired you?

Guys who kill kids aren't popular in jail.

Solnick's been defending his honor.

The people that hired him may have
found out he didn't kill Theresa.

Maybe they hired somebody new
to finish the job.

Why are they worried about a teenager?

I don't know.
But we need to figure it out. Fast.

Oh, I think I may have a lead.

Whitaker was sole investor
in all his real-estate deals except one.

He bought a couple parcels of land with
a real-estate holding company, Landale.

Landale. Send me the address.
I'm on my way.

Landale Financial. Second floor.

Thirty million or so in holdings.
Principal is a guy named Calhoun.

Calhoun's got a lot of security
for a real-estate developer.

Wait a second, who's this?

I think I just found
Theresa's uncle Derek.

Why would he turn up here?

That's gonna have to wait.

Theresa just tried to sell
those account numbers online.

I'm tracing the IP address
where she logged on.

It's at 89th and West End.

Get moving.

- Is it a wireless network?
- It is.

Maybe she's in one
of the surrounding buildings.

Hey, you got me pretty good back there.

I'm not looking for a rematch.

I know what happened to you
and your family.

I'm here to help you.

Just leave me alone.

The man that killed your family's in jail.

No one's gonna hurt you again...

...because I won't let them.

You really shouldn't lie to kids.

Theresa.

Are you gonna trust me now?

I don't know you.

You're gonna need to trust someone.

Don't worry, you're safe here.

Ordered you room service.

It's a $50 cheeseburger.

Theresa...

...the man who came after you
at the laundromat...

...you ever seen him before?

Do you have any idea
who targeted your family?

No.

Did it have anything to do
with your uncle Derek?

- Is that why you didn't come to him?
- I don't trust him.

Why?

What my dad said.

Before that man put a bullet
in his head...

...he said it was Derek's fault.

Hello.

Theresa, this is Harold.
And he's gonna stay with you.

Nice room.

Took the liberty of booking the whole floor.

Your card.

Guess I can use the miles.

Theresa can't be left alone here.

I better take this.

And, uh, this.

I need you to stay here with Harold.

He'll take care of you.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna pay a man a visit.

I hacked the uncle's cell-phone account.
The GPS signal was active...

...but he's not answering.

Well, Landale's involved.

Just not sure
why they're still coming after her.

Don't dawdle.

Without you
It's so hard to go on

What the hell?

What's the matter, Derek?

You don't wanna talk
to your dead brother?

Get in the truck. I'll drive.

Yeah, Derek. We need to talk.

I left you a couple messages about
that insurance guy who came by...

...asking questions.
He wants to talk to you.

Something about Grant's assets
coming out of probate.

I gave him your cell.

Anyway, call me back, please.
Sometime this year.

Remember this place, Derek?

Where they dumped your brother's
whole family in the water like chum?

- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking business, Derek.

Landale Financial.
Where you were yesterday.

- Who the hell are you?
- The deal your brother made.

Greenpoint.

Bunch of land out in Brooklyn
ruined by an oil spill.

And now you're cutting a deal with them.

I tried to help Grant.

You helped him, all right.
Right into an early grave.

With no will.

Which means that land goes into probate.
And then to you, Derek.

Let me ask you this:

Did you hire the hit man yourself?
Or did you let Landale do it?

I never meant for anyone to get hurt.

Grant, he swore that Greenpoint
was gonna be the big one.

He didn't have enough to cover all the
parcels, so I told him I knew these guys.

Calhoun. Landale.

- It all looked legit.
- It's a front for dirty money.

And you set your brother up with them.

Grant swore it
was gonna be a 10 bagger...

...as soon as the government
cleaned up the site.

But like everything with the government,
it took too damn long.

Landale wanted their money out
immediately.

So they took him out
along with everyone in his family.

- Just to get their money back out.
- Made me the administer of probate.

It's the only reason
why they didn't kill me.

I'm supposed to sign it over to them
next week.

The kicker is that Grant was right.

Government came through.
They cleaned up the site.

Now it's worth 40, 50 times
what they put into it.

So that's why
they're still coming after her.

Theresa is the legal heir to that property.

Theresa, what? She's dead.

She's alive. No thanks to you.

If you'd come forward,
cleared your brother's name...

...she might not have spent
the last two years hiding...

...from you.

You know, I went to see
your Aunt Elizabeth.

She seems like a lovely person.

You tell her about me?

No, of course not.

But she did mention
how much she missed you.

She even showed me an old photo.

You know there's no changing
what happened to your family.

But you do still have someone
out there that loves you.

Yeah? What do you know?

I know what it's like to lose someone.

And to feel the need to disappear.

But trust me,
you don't want to leave people behind.

When were you going to tell me?

I wasn't gonna tell you, I guess.

I'd rather I didn't know myself.

All these people.

And this damn machine knew.

You knew...

...that someone wanted to harm them...

...kill them.

And you did nothing?

You knew what we were building here.

This thing looks for plotters,
for schemers.

It looks for malicious intent.

We built it to stop terrorists
before they could act.

But a machine doesn't understand
the difference between those crimes...

...that are relevant to national security
and the ones that are irrelevant.

Irrelevant?

So you taught it the difference?

You want to play God? Is that it?

No, I don't. That's the whole point.

There are exactly eight people
in the world that know this thing exists.

If anyone else ever found out,
there'd be such an outcry...

...they'd turn it off.

The intelligence the machine produces...

...has already foiled
a half-dozen major terrorist plots.

How are we supposed to live with this?

Knowing that someone out there
needs help?

Well, we don't have to.
I've coded the machine.

Every night at midnight,
it deletes the irrelevant list.

We didn't build this to save somebody.

We built it to save everybody.

Where's the girl?

Kid's worth a fortune, Finch.

Land the father bought
panned out 50-fold.

Landale wants it all.

Killed the whole family. Expected
to clean up after it cleared probate.

Till they found out the girl was still
alive. We know who ordered the hit?

Calhoun. The father's business partner.

I've got eyes on him.

He's walking.

So is Theresa. Gotta go.

Wait, Theresa.
You know I can't keep up with you.

Can I ask you where you're going?

- I'm better off alone.
- And how's that?

It's safer.

I don't think so.

Please, sooner or later,
you're gonna have to trust someone.

You can't kill me.

They need me.

Oh. See...

...you have vastly overestimated
your value in this process.

They'll just hire
another couple of lawyers.

So I'll ask you one more time.

Where's the girl?

Kiss my ass.

We appreciate your patience
and support on this, councilman.

You sure we're free and clear on this?

Rezoned for residential.

Hell, you could break ground
as early as next month.

Ha, ha. Jimmy Calhoun.
I gotta hand it to you...

...you really turned this around,
saw what nobody else did in the property.

This is a real game-changer.

Thank you, sir. The good people
of Brooklyn deserve it, sir.

Look forward to it, Jim.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Neighbor called it in.

Thought they heard a dispute.

- A dispute?
- Yeah.

Heh. You think?

Thank goodness for vigilant neighbors,
huh?

Oh, yeah,
found this stuffed in his mouth.

We gotta find out who this girl is.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

Hello?

Thank you
for calling the Fenwick New York.

How can I assist you?

Sorry.

You really need to watch
where you're going.

Huh?

Call off the dogs.

Theresa Whitaker.

Right now.

It's too late.

It's done. It's already done.

He's coming, Finch, get off that floor.

We have to go. Now.

I can see him.

He's coming down the hall.

Going for the fuse box.
He's gonna cut out lights in the hallway.

He's gonna see the lights in our room.

Quick, turn them all off.

Told you I should have left.

You did. I'm sorry.

Give me your phone.

What are we doing? I don't understand.

Just... Just listen.

Shh, shh.

- This won't work.
- Be quiet.

- He's right outside the door.
- I know.

No, no, no. Too slow. Come on, this way.

We haven't got much time.

He's here.

Fire escape. You can go down.

Go, go.

You coming?

I can't get through there.
You have to go without me.

I'm staying with you.

Yeah, Carter.

You've been asking
a lot of questions about me.

It's time we sat down face-to-face.

- Who is this?
- You know who. Wanna meet me or not?

Go.

Teams 1 and 2 in position, weapons hot.

Wait for my signal.

Be careful.

- This guy's as dangerous as they get.
- Copy that.

Sweetheart? What are you doing here?

- Are you Detective Carter?
- Yes.

My friend said I could trust you.

Watch your head, Mr. Calhoun.

So you can't tell me anything
about how this man looks?

Hotel staff said they might have seen
two people coming and going.

But there's nothing
on the surveillance cameras.

Was there anyone else helping you?

It was a pretty traumatic experience.

I don't remember much at all.

Theresa?

Are you looking for Harold?

Is he taking another personal day?

Heh. I don't think so.
I was hoping you knew.

Maggie said he'd been transferred.
But Dave said he was laid off.

He didn't even say goodbye.

And here I was thinking we were getting
a little closer, Harold.

I told you, I'm a very private person.

You're gonna need to trust someone
at some point.

Trust? That's not something
I come by very easily.

I have my reasons.

Are you ever gonna tell me
those reasons?

Don't call me, Mr. Reese.

I'll call you.